Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

authenticity

27 February 2014

 

 

this flesh is less than who I am,

a truth most do not understand,

we judge with unsubstantial eyes,

believing our own lies.

 

a life of bright and fancy free,

contends with my simplicity,

I’ve no desire to live on stage,

like someone on display.

 

contentment burns, a fire so pure,

it needs no glamour or allure,

what matters most is what’s inside,

I’ll never compromise.

 

refine my spirit and my soul,

let others chase their worldly goals,

their superficial fantasies,

will never set them free.

 

when I cast off this mortal coil,

the pointlessness of all my toil,

the sole reward I hope to see,

is I was always me.

 

 

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27 February, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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