The Paul Poetry Journey - - - - Page Forty Two.
Through Great songs of sordid pleasure

          O, Give me pleasure I want to be more than one more lost man I sing of my poor soul Needing to share A wealth of worldly treasures I cherish you In those cold moments I will forever I hope you always know O give me pleasure Give me knowledge of the world Don't want to know everything Just yearning to comprehend The world out there is blurry to my eyes How does one come to know? The women out there are beautiful I drift I dream I scheme I let go of love and then I recieve My language informs me it is my measure And my restraint I must use to hold on Control My heart moves, loves My soul swoons I take it in I indulge too much in these feelings It would be that I was guilt itself And my good judgement I surrender To such a thing as beauty In tears I make of her a goddess O I know there is more to life But I want the wispy rose colored dream Of loving comfort in the midst of night The sharing of bodies and hearts and souls And flowers I stay alone I hide in my self worth's daily submission Wanting often to be somebody else Drink to a better tomorrow In some other place In some other fantasy Some other reality But how can anything be other than what it is? And now my brain tells me to wake up I don't know what's going on up there I have scars which I call injuries I exaggerate and indulge in my own worries I am too oft' unkind Come in through the gates of my kingship I welcome you with heart O, life, give me pleasure O let the world go by me Let those criminal deeds occur I cannot stop them with my heart or my hand Let my delights be holy And not these great songs of sordid pleasure I have witnessed yet Ether dreams Sing of her love and sunbeams Like a celestial siren In a mind of fog that in the night dreams I have not been worthy to this all, myself I have not been worthy to myself Sensitive to the messages the world sends me In my love for her I will be saved






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