The philanthropist

Life - the pearl which lurks beneath the ocean of experience
To clench its treasure one must cut thro' great swells whith endurance
And thro' the years of swimming - Trudging one might feel it's nearness
While sometimes Arms get lifeless thro' this odyssey's occurence
Swept away in currents
With misery's assurence
Providing them, a life condemned to depricating torrents

And so as I skulk aimlessly across the shadows which surround
Sitting in my thoughts amid those long-forgotten passages
Faintly over my own mourning I can hear the distant sound
Of a friend - an off'ring to adorn my wounds with bandages
Daunting oral packages
Inferring life with Lavishness
I choose a life alone - with no surrender to the savages

And so Alas' - agree, I did, to meet the nomad face to face
Sitting with an article to hide the streaks of degradation
As his tongue began to dance a statement flew with steady pace
He said " You cannot hide from life, you must embrace its inspiration"
'Cross my lips a new sensation
Fallen to laughter's persuasion
Stern looks met, laughter beset, collinding with a new frustration

"Dare ye speak of life unto a man who's lived amongst the best
And worst of all the apes which fling thier dung across that fragile play
you dare to call a life - that never-ending trivial, bleak quest
Which always ends the same achieving nothing at the death of day
Embrace Life's inspiration?! IMP! I spit upon that empty phrase!
For only deprication lies within my darkened cell of life
Life for you may be that glinting oyester holding pearly rays
Which still shines bright and lulls you with the soft sounds from its joyous fife

But me, My friend for me a different note floats on the hoary air
Which grabs me Pulls me into rubbing up against this thing caled life
And to embrace this thing is to invite my supple flesh to tear
Against the barb'ed surface, crescent razors, crimson thorns of life
So many times I ventured there
To hold it in my hands, I dared
But when I grabbed a hold the folds of flesh reveal'd my knuckles bare

And many time thereafter didst I venture there to try and feel
The jubilation spoke of by the masses - said to dweleth deep
Time after time my flesh began to fall apart and gently peel
And top the barb'ed Altar fleshy comfits hung where I once leaped

To the Gods I gave the meat, devout, with just one single wish
To reap the spoils which they spoke of and to finally feel that joy
For never, have I smiledthro' this lonely life left spoiled - stitched
Ne'er have eager lips collided with the lips which love's employed

So voyage after voyage have those thorns left naked bone bereft
And that, my friend, is why I don this cloak - to cover pillaged skin
With that I stood and spread my cloak revealing me with nothing left
But open ribs and organs tourniquetted with frayed ribbons - thin
And as he gazed he stumbled back
Aghast in horror frown from grin
Once he saw that deep behind my ribs their dwelt no heart within

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