The Surge
The longing and the throbbing of the deep heart's woes
is like a fever distancing your soul from life
while at the same time waxing overwhelmingly
intensifying your life's urge to surge
from hollow decadent reality to a transcendence
into heaven to encompass all the world
not only with your love but with your joy
and music of your soul without which you can't live
and therefore want to spread out to all others
piously disseminating what your heart is brimming over with,
the best part of your soul, your feelings, your sentimentality.
It's only natural. The only thing unnatural is to suppress it.
Let it bloom and fill the world with rainbow parties
so that beauty, joy and love at last some time may cure the world.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-22 at 20:10
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