But, I am no temple…

(I wrote this in response to Temple, by Eric from My Sword and Shield!!! Please check his piece out, and all of his work as he as inspired me to think out the box so many times!)

You see me as your temple… but if only you knew me a few years back… it would probably fuck up your mental…

Would adoration be offered if you knew me when I was a shack? So open and broken… when self love and respect was what I lacked?

I used to let the village use me… so desperate to be occupied, the overwhelming blasphemy I allowed to invade my walls and later on led to just confuse me..

Okay…okay… no need to to dwell on it… I caught wind of the deceit… I emptied out what they made of me… found my self and somewhat got back on my feet… but still…

It would take the world's most prestigious architect to correct these errors and make me forget all that used to be.. who taught you to be so understanding and forgiving of such defeat?

Why do you praise who I am in this large crowd? Aren't you embarrassed to love such a fuckin disaster out loud? The way you stare at my scars it's like you're almost proud…

Am I a shack in hiding or am I really a majestic temple now? You claim I am my days are ruin are over now? I mean I know I am better… but I see you and it's like it never happened now… you adore me and claim those days of ruin are forever over now… you adore me… you say you only see life in me now… you believe in every piece of me.. can you tell me how?

Just please don't leave me… it's crazy because I something like need you now…

18 thoughts on “But, I am no temple…”

  1. Eric says:
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    Absolutely breathtaking, Dom. This is the best of all possible things in this world for a Poet like me. For someone like me who always wants to use his art to teach and to heal.
    I have admired you from the first day I saw your words. You are a warrior and a goddess both. You wield strength and fire in one hand and beauty and warmth in the other. I need not ever tell someone like you who you are…you have deconstructed your soul and rebuilt it for the amazing thing you are today. I am proud of you and inspired by you.

    I often write poems like, “Temple” with no clear idea of whom it is addressed to. The reason I do it is so that anyone can place themselves in that role and gain something from it. Maybe they need to see themselves that way, maybe they need to hear those words spoken about them. Whatever the reason. To spark a creative flame is more honor than I can ever repay. You are an amazing Lady. Yes you are a temple and you deserve to be seen that way.

    Love and best wishes,

    Eric ❤

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    • BoldBeat&NipLESS says:
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      Thank you Eric!!!! I was so nervous to write this in response to that beautiful piece you wrote!! But it spoke to me so loudly I could. Not respond!!! Thank you for taking the time to read it and seeing value in my words.

      I didn’t know what to expect when I came on this site. I didn’t know who I would meet. If anyone would like it. But to know that I can write with people like you… it just makes me love what I do so much more!!!!

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  3. Eric says:
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    Reblogged this on My Sword and Shield…. and commented:
    When I think about what I want my Poetry to leave behind and what I want to do with it…THIS! This is what I ultimately want from my poetry. To inspire, to fan the flames of other magnificent people in this world and kindle their own ability to write with their heart. For this wonderful and beautiful woman to see herself in something I’ve written and to produce this to match it. No, not match, to build upon and surpass what I have written. I can’t describe what an honor this is and how much it fills my heart with joy. This is what I want my words to do and I’m beyond words to describe how happy this makes me.

    If you have not visited her before, I encourage you to go and see what how bright and powerful her fire is.

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