I believe in the present
\nbut not in your lord,
\nI believe in a spirit here
\nthat’s fighting for more.<\/p>\n
I believe in the righteousness
\nof what lays within
\nthe crowd devil’s sword that
\nprevents it from being<\/p>\n
this bone and lust kills me with a
\nbitter forced sadness
\nwhen I held it all in
\nI wasn’t able to express<\/p>\n
the disheartened graces
\na thousand wrinkled splotches
\na feeling that this waste is
\nthe agony I’m born with<\/p>\n
For alone standing naked
\nbefore the mirror I see
\nNot a mind, not a spirit
\nBut a body that isn’t me<\/p>\n
I force away sadness
\nthat trapped here I am
\nand live life as best as I
\npossibly can<\/p>\n
I can’t die just yet, though
\nI’m not ready now
\nFor perfection evades me
\nand a book barely made me<\/p>\n
believe in a future
\nthat’s not quite here yet
\nA future I’ll die in
\nwithout any regret.<\/p>\n
the disheartened graces
\na hundred wrinkled splotches
\na feeling that this waste is
\nthe agony I was born with
\nthe disheartened graces
\na thousand wrinkled splotches
\na feeling that this waste is
\nthe agony I live with
\nthe disheartened graces
\na million wrinkled splotches
\na feeling that this waste was
\nthe agony I’ll die with<\/p>\n
the disheartened grace
\nand a clean shaven face
\na feeling that the waste was
\nthe key to perfection<\/p>\n
the disheartened graces
\nall of the waste is
\na key to perfection
\nI’ll go that direction…<\/p>\n
And alone standing naked
\nbefore the mirror I see
\nNot a mind, not a spirit
\nBut a body that is the key
\nnot a mind, not a spirit
\nbut a body on loan to
\nthe spirit that is me<\/p>\n
And alone standing naked
\nthe disheartened graces
\nkeys to perfection
\nkeys to be me…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I believe in the present
but not in your lord,
I believe in a spirit here
that’s fighting for more.<\/p>\n
I believe in the righteousness
of what lays within
the crowd devil’s sword that
prevents it from being<\/p>\n
this bone and lust kills me with a
bitter forced sadness
when I held […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,6,13,1,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1632","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-metaphysical","category-personal","category-poems","category-songs"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1632","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1632"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1632\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1633,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1632\/revisions\/1633"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1632"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1632"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1632"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}