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Justin G Jan 2015
A heart lost in vanity

                                              Will service and suffice
                          
                         My Lack of paradise  

      May all my enemies Die

 From a heart of Envy
    
                                 May their hopes descend into Despair

         No need for friends or Family

                                All I desire in this world is

                                             Glitter
    ­                                             &
                                              Gold

        ­                     I only require the Finer things
                                            
             ­                                      The Shiny things

                  They are the fuel to my

                                            
Greed


                       They are the *Love
of my life
                                    
                 My nutritious Diet

      My everyday Health plan

                My Psychologist
      
                        They keep my eyes Green

                                        They keep me going

    They keep me Safe

                                                       ­ They keep me Sane.
            

                                         V
                                           A
                                              N
               ­                             I
                                  ­           T
                                           Y


                       Oh how I have succumbed to it's beauty

             Its Art                                             
            ­                                                     
  It's Terror  
                              It's Pleasure                        

                                                           Its Life  

                       It's Wonder

                 The sensation it brings me is Unworldly              
   
                             I had to Devour its taste

             I needed to Sink my teeth

  Into its Succulent
          
                             Irresistibe  

                                      Tranquility

         ­                                          The Honesty 

     ­                                   It Possesses  

                         Is Euphoric in nature. 
                             
                                                 They say I am Addicted
                
                    Delusional
                                                            And Shallow
                
        But I say they are Conflicted

                                                 ­             Envious

                    And Callow.


                           *A heart full of vanity
                                         Had thee eyes of insanity
This was originally going to be another 10w poem, but I ended up being bombarded with ideas and conjuring up this materialistic and crazed individual. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. : )
Justin G Jan 2015
If love was something edible
     What kind of taste would have?
Would it taste sweet, or sour?
  Bitter, or salty?
Would it be an ingredient, or the main dish
Would it be healthy, or unhealthy?
  How much would it cost?
  
If love was something audible
    What kind of sound would it have?
  Would it sound loud, or soft?
  nasal, or boxy?
  Would it be a song, or an album?
A speech, or a dialogue?
  Where would be the most likely place to hear it?

If love was something tangible**
What kind of mass would it be?
Would it feel wet, or dry?
Airy, or moist?
Would it be heavy, or light?
Painful, or pleasurable?
How useful would it be?

If love was something visible
  What color, or shape would it have?
Would it look like a rose, or a war ship?
A diamond, or a *******?
  Would it resemble the day, or the night?
A bunch of stars, or a few roaches?
If it was a person would you trust it?

If love had a smell
It would probably smell fishy.
Justin G Jan 2015
What's in his mind?
One cup of labor
Two scoops of pain
Three scoops of lust
Issues with trust
Four cups of distress
One more for the rest
And five milligrams
of pessimism at best

What's in his heart?
One tablespoon of pride
Two teaspoons of shame
A spoonful of ambition
One third expedition
Two-thirds of abolition
A half a cup of absentee
Another half depravity

What's in his soul?
A recipe I have yet to know
This was fun, I hope I did swell. Here's a link for the instructions to this challenge. http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1042851/the-recipe-challenge/
Justin G Dec 2014
What if we had it all wrong?

What if our realities were our abstractions
and our dreams were our true lives?

What if light were nothing more than a sojourner?

What if our universe is engulfed in darkness
is solely meant for us to sleep peacefully?

What merit is there in being awake
When all of our dreams exist
Within?

What freedom is there in being woke
When there are
Restrictions
Laws
&
Consequences?*

Why see the world when you can dream?
Why seek anything at all from
objective reality?

Why strive for something so transient?
Why even bother?

How could anyone of us comprehend
What is incomprehensible?

This temptation to survive as a collective is daunting.
Sleep well
Justin G Dec 2014
Rumblings
Tummbling
Pain
Insane
Pendulum
Swings
Graves
Enslaved
L­ust
Prevention
Corruption
Autonomy
Interdiction
Craves
Plenty
Fli­ckering
Selection
Benighted
Intention
Equivalence
Quivering
Slith­ering
Impingement
Claws
Causes
Crippled
Laws
Unbalanced
Inoperabl­e
Unrequited
Injustice
Rain
Moon
Falling
Low
Control
Space
Lovers­
Standing
Under
Justin G Dec 2014
If you know who I am?
Look for me.

I will be meditating far away deep within the
Great Mountains of Mount Meru.
You will find me
on top of a hourglass, groomed in all black.
You will see me feeding sunflower seeds
to purple winged sheep
that smell of lavender.

If you know who I am?
Please don't hesitate to look for me.
I will be levitating somewhere over the Sahara Desert,
on a carpet made from fire & brimstone.

Better yet!

You will find me drifting off in a rainforest
singing with the wolves, or dancing with snakes,
or even composing with the trees,

But if you truly know who I am?
Pay me a visit.

I will be below land
swimming in the vast seas of Atlantis.
I shall be decorated in golden pearls from head to toe.
I will be above and beyond the clouds, deep in outer space,
dodging asteroids in light speed.
You will find me desperately searching and striving
for a better place to call home
A better place to call my own.
Look For Me.
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