The hungry tomb
Like 1 Pin it 0It's a dirty old world
That's filled with pretense
It makes your blood curl
When you fold your arms in defense
As the beauty before thee unfolds
The illusions of love take heart
The mystical tales untold
That shall pull you inside and apart
So it is one dark night
When she pulled you into her room
That you decided to give up the fight
To enter the hungry tomb
Inside; walking through the tunnels
The dark deep twisted tunnels
Where the water channels
And red blood travels
In this illusion
This great Taj Mahal
Where kings build for the delusion
With a mankind in single file
To enter the palace
For the final exit near
The red blood means no malice
Other than your own fear
It's a dirty old world
That's filled with pretense
It makes your blood curl
When you fold your arms in defense
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VERY cool JAI MASTERS!!......"I don't trust myself with loving you!"....... hold on to whatever will get you through....... these thoughts rolled through my mind as I read these words!!.....I love the repetition of the initial "It's a dirty old world.."........ brings me to the feel of the Bodhisattva ......great choice for the pic!!......."... filled with pretense.."....... that King built the Taj Mahal as a symbol of Love for a woman who moved his soul......... compelling stuff brother poet!!.......fistful-O-stars!!.......cool read........LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo. ?☀✴✳
Thank you Tony.
Honour the female
It's no illusion.
LuV & appreciation
Jai:)))?