Libra Love Disorder

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Libra Love Disorder

Symbiotic battlefield; co-conspire is what we do.

Too much at stake to contemplate,

All or nothing truth; black and white destiny!

This love letter gone wrong- shadow spell talisman!!

 

Cross the borderline watch it all fall down.

Stay behind and fate will not unfold!

Satisfy desire and feed it to no end.

Cross the borderline watch it, soon will fade.

Frightened of what will or will not be; pervasive negative apathy!!

Angels in the air twirl around letting their arrows soon to be found.  

Need to control all or nothing and I will fade with you.

 Angels and demons lay this wall between us

Can’t satisfy these celestials anyway, self seeking prophesy!

 

Cross the borderline watch it all piece together now.

Stay behind watch this head spin around.

Satisfy desire and feed it to no end!

Resting on the trip line, unstable pleasure

Resting on the cross line, black and white petrified!

 

Nobody disagrees what lies ahead.

Forward this love line; its do or die from here.

Lover’s tears; lovers rage!

Need to control all or nothing.

Black and white state of confusion; water spell talisman!!       

 

In this drama field of dreams we lay between

Don’t feel wanted amidst the crossfire unless I’m with you.

Black and white will not satisfy. Need to control all or nothing!!

 

Turn the river into wine and we will fade away…

Its do or die from here... Either way… angel eyes!!

 

 Libra comes down to wither the divide away.

Balances out for what we love and what we won’t tolerate,

 gives us music that lifts are eyes to exalt the Sun,

  squanders the demon, the confusion, and shows us every thing!

 Libra comes down to wither the divide away.

Balances out for what we crave and what we don’t see,

or we can still crave the junkie beast and be shit on again and keep

teetering on the trip wire for unstable pleasure and pain…

 

Unless we sacrifice the covet to gut and swallow,              

we must…

 

… toss the coins into the ocean and follow

them to there bitter ends…

… or give the better part for Divinity.

The balance,

and these scales will harmonize everything into

perfect gold with impunity…

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T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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