...I am The Naked Poet...


Gods Touch

Blessed art thou, both body and soul.
As these blessings are bestowed by gods and by men that pretend to know,
why loves lust is supposed and transposed into scripture.
Written in form and verse.
Immersed in morals that contradict life's quarrels.
In divine interventions hiding their true intentions...

Misconstrue these doctrines of faith and forever burn up the taste buds of sweet emotions.
Dulling the senses, and feel life without fingers tips.
Barely smelling a beautiful fragrance that is left lingering from beautiful lips.
While drinking in sips from fountains of desires as your body begs to be quenched and drenched by its purity...
Baptized by life, not by man or a hand that supposedly channels gods touch.

For gods true touch is in nature.
As the pool that drips humanity
screams over waterfalls crashing onto religions insanity.
As it tries to turn human nature into profanity.
Gods true gift is nudity.
You don't try to cover a tree when it lays bare, you sit and stare...
Awaiting its flowers beautiful plume
and bloom with it as it springs eternal.
Returning it to its roots.
As should we, as we were born... In our birthday suits.

...and that would suit me just fine...



Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-01-17 at 06:00

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