• Others 25.07.2007

    Man earns bread by the sweat of his brow;
    Never to offer his soul–a second thought.
    In lieu of bread, man craves tobacco fire,
    To furnace his soul…with what he bought.

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    Man earns bread by the sweat of his brow;
    Never to offer his soul–a second thought.
    In lieu of bread, man craves tobacco fire,
    To furnace his soul…with what he bought.

    Man’s senses are made to furnish his mind
    With substance…to arouse sense-of-touch.
    He touches the elusive world, while it fades,
    As the bread of his soul is ash, before lunch.

    Puff, the magic dragon, steals his attention;
    To satisfy passion and demand his friendship.
    Heaven fades from worship, into a contention;
    Far-to-far!…his god declines to launch a ship.

    By touchy sense, he notices the feel of touch,
    As misty eyes confirm–a pleasure in his lungs.
    Pleased with the cloud that subdues his hunch;
    God forms the tabacco leaf for a rowdy-bunch.

    Nothing known can match his senseless being;
    Just a moment’s touch-of-fire, is bread to him.
    The sweat on his brow–earns the praise to be,
    To obtain rights from God: to be out-on-a-limb.

    Since heaven…is far from this world-of-reality,
    It makes no sense–to ignore a world-of-sense.
    Did not the Creator make a sense-of-tranquility,
    By offering a taste-of-heaven–in self-defense?

    Reasons of man…”shall not live by bread alone;”
    But, a divine restraint–shall increase in wisdom.
    Live freely in the reality-of-substance, and see!
    The dragon god limits man–to an idol kingdom.
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    Posted by Lee @ 4:36 PM

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