Don’t waste your time,

Looking back like Havisham behind musty curtains and choking candlelight,

Grab the day by its balls and squeeze tight my friend,

You beautiful thing. You lovely delicate thing.

Don’t waste your time,

Holding tight to what you could have had, for it was only rented anyways,

Choke the darkness by its throat and listen for its last breath,

You beautiful thing. You wonderful thing, you.

Demons of Mara, legions of hate!

They shot arrows at the Buddha and each fell like orchids when confronted by his light,

They wanted to ruin him with every fibre of their souls, yet prostrated before his feet as adoring disciples,

Truth is beautiful.

Truth is ugly.

But it’s always the truth.

Don’t waste your time,

Being wounded by hurtful words and nasty snickers,

Let them fall like orchids and walk into enlightenment,

You beautiful thing. You wonderful, beautiful, thing….

You wonderful, beautiful thing.

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I like it.

It is clear that Prince is one of your artistic influences, or at least I see why you like him-

the way you juxtapose the sublime and the profane.

Nice.

Dalia11 said:

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Thanks!