Mortified O El-Shah-Di,
Thine glory and memory rest on thee.
And the sake more than I a holy tree.
Yet of thine way with ye I be.
To understand my want a mystery.
When life claims all of truth or history.
To understand thou art.
They know it more the start.
Yet what of they merciful O heart?
To know them the habits each.
Within to repeat thine word teach.
Not that any man shall preach.
It is by action to mind they reach.
To know the struggle be one at rest.
Life coming or fleeing at its best.
Surely puts me to others a test.
It is not I to know what they endure.
My heart more than mind or sane pure.
Even if I fall within the life to lure.
You are more than my lust or nature - a sweetness for sure.
My craves of much enrich my hunger.
The need of belonging asunder.
What a sadness or blunder.
Because of doubt and witness sore.
I know for much sake life bore.
And many open or shut a door.
Much of stone engraves a name.
A pedestal or much above it you claim.
It for my burden should I not life blame.
Carry it for me in days same.
May not my passion lead me.
Nor in more a crown it be.
Lest I be led in due part by a sovereign tree.
Or seek it of desire and bow a knee
Even in my condition you grant so.
A decision or more wanting to know.
The life also which proven is to bestow.
Though I not a father - I have not forgotten.
Even thou words are of thee begotten.
Of their want to my satisfaction claim.
No grudge in me to the name.
I should not and cannot blame
Arguments old and new to steer.
Of coexist settlement or answers clear.
You regardless of our wrongs draw near.
With innocence peace
Through more than I.
Even as authors write or poetic rhyme.
You were merciful to my time and all :
Everlasting memory of El-Shah-Di.
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Samuel's Poetry & Thoughts - I'm an open book. Clear conscience. Just, days are sort of not knowing what to do. So, why not. Maybe someone can give me advice despite my clueless and dogma. - Very blunt yet obscured.
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