There are adjectives designed and designated
By mankind
To describe the inner complexities of feeling
the unidentifiable
Memories are now scientificially quanitified
In labs
Scientists in coats become
The BFG trapping luminescent dreams
like strands of pearls
in ornate jars
But the web of emotions is sometimes inconceiveable
Each memory is a shard in the tattered tapestry
Of experience
Guided by God and Law we dilute the thirst
Of our innate and rampant sensuousness
Self-inflicted contrition eventually
Hurls a blow at our head's which we cannot bear
As so, we are overcome with repentance
For the evil within that truly
Might not be there
Why were we placed on this Earth to refuse the
Bounty of gifts that it spawns?
Its progeny: indulgence, and pleasure
May come at their own merciless cost
The riddance of our own self-control and power
Has the defeating freedom of being
Lost
Spilled Ink 