The young at heart, the young of mind. But "lust" is after all a good thing. What else do we base our lives on? What fun is waging a war you don't care about? What fun is life if desires lie rusty?
The young at heart, the young of mind. But “pride” is after all a good thing. What else is life all about? If you take no pride in your existence, in your work, your desires? Why else do men stray from the mundane and pursue miracles?
The young at heart, the young of mind. But “avarice” is after all a good thing. Why do we live in ‘society’ if not to yearn for what the other man owns? Why do we live in ‘society’ if not to learn where the other man fails? To seek out what another mind has conceived of?
The young at heart, the young of mind. But “wrath” is after all a good thing. What is life if I cannot stand up for what I believe in? And cry out in indignation when dreams mine are trampled? When I seek to rebel against FATE?
The young at heart, the young of mind. But “sloth” is after all a good thing. What good is life when I can’t rest my tired soul against your soothing bosom? If I cant shun the frenzied world to savour the sunshine glaze your eye? If not to sink in your wet kisses?
The young at heart, the young of mind. But “gluttony” is after all a good thing. Where in life do you not demand MORE? And why not? I seek more of me and I seek more of mine.
The young at heart, the young of mind. But “envy” is after all a good thing. I envy you your peace and your restlessness; I envy your ignorance and enlightenment, your sensitivity and sensibility, your caresses and cruelty…
The ancient at heart and tired of mind, the scorched and weary of soul, I am steeped in sin, I AM Sin.
Monday, July 6, 2009
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