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I was born long ago on a distant hillside by a beautiful shade tree

Or perhaps by a river under the sunset or on a sandy beach with a deep blue sea

I was created in bliss to demolish man's selfish ways and give an alternate view of their false reality.

I was born in the eyes of a man and a woman; perchance Venus and Mars, or perhaps Adam and Eve.

Their first glances into each other's translucent eyes released my spirit; set me free!

I gave them the spirit to bring forth life to new generations through each other;

I disguised the pain of intercourse into intense pleasure; oh! how they clung to each other!

I extended great cacoethes and courage like none they had ever known.

They actually wanted to help each other though all obstacles and life's unknown!

I masked their selfishness so they would work together to overcome universal elements;

I was borne to enable them to combine there strengths; forget self-discriminates;

But I had been contained so long, that I lost control, as soon as their glances set me free.

I easily took over these poor humans' hearts and minds and completely distorted their reality;

I wanted to test them and myself to see just how far I could take them; how strong I could be.

I found that I was limited by my father, time, and my mother, space, they soon tamed and admonished me!

Even today, my badness feels so good, it releases euphoric dopamine;

My power so intoxicating - I can be your worst enemy or your best friend;

My tales are so captivating, I can make a wrong man do right and a right woman do wrong.

So addictive is my essence, I can make one come home early or stay out all night long. (whew!)

Few have been able to resist me - once my flowery, opium-fragrant mist is inhaled;

I'm so irresistible - there are very few obstacles for which I can't prevail;

I've provided inertia to win wars, climb mountains; cross many lands and seas;

I have the venomous poison of a serpent and the sweet sting of a thousand honeybees!

(oh my!)

I'm the secret to the fountain of youth; yet my fountain can be limited;

By the humdrum of ennui , my aforementioned parents and familiarity unlimited;

I build a tolerance of such - it takes more of me to keep my victims high;

Until I'm simply not enough to keep my subjects flying wildly into unlimited skies;

So they shed their wings and suddenly they fall from sister grace that kept them suspended;

In the clouds of unlimited possiblities. Sadly, their glorious illusionary trip has ended.

But if you're smart or lucky, you'll invite my oldest sister, love, into your heart;

She's intelligent and compassionate, reality and illusion she easily distinguishes apart.

She embodies strength that's enduring, though more supbtle than my dying passion;

She's not a trend; she's got class and opulence- her style is never out of fashion.

But if ever you need me to cultivate your desires, rejuvinate your passion, and negate your trust -

Close your eyes, take me in; devour me; but remember! in a few seasons I will turn into star dust;

Hopefully my loving and gracious sisters will save you from the emptiness I'll leave upon your yearning bust;

I am the young, beautiful, and captivating, yet short lived sister of grace and love; I am ...

the Spirit of Lust

 By CordieB.


Feb. 11th, 2011 11:16 pm (UTC)
You are so nice to share these with us.
It might also be your LG drive.I have never had much luck with that brand.You might want to try burning with your Sony drive to see if you get more successful burns.

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The Key to Life

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Nia had been prepared to inherit the wise woman's book. The old woman was the salvation and the backbone of the entire villiage. She was wise. She was loved. But she had become too old to carry out her duties. In return for twenty-two years of training, Nia was to inherit the old woman's key to life. The ceremony was long. The people were many. The responsibility was great. Nea was prepared. She was eager to get started. She believed the book would reveal the answers to all of life's questions. It required two strong men to carry the book to her chamber. When they placed it on her table, she quickly waved them away. The book was solid gold, trimmed with emeralds, rubies and sapphires. In the middle of the front cover sat a seven-carat diamond. Nia's heart was pounding. Her mouth had gone dry. With her eyes closed, she fondled the cover of the book. The time had come to open it. She was about to learn life's secret. She opened the middle of the book. She looked down at the page. Nia had inherited a book of mirrors.

From, Acts of Faith, Iyanla Vanzant

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