Bliss Upon My Lover

Bliss Upon My Lover

The child of my body, asleep in my arms
I rock and spin him, perfectly graced
Then settle him down in his new cradle
And cuddle him warmth in the night, embraced

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I whisk my pride from atop the sofa
And carry him down the hall, to bed
He tugs my beard as I lay him down
Tucked and tired, I kiss his head

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I displace my lover up, from table to rest
Lowered down, the coffin sways
I weep upon the mound of dirt
And pray for them my life away

Solace In Hunger

Solace in Hunger

I starve myself of food, wants and desires
And clothe myself in this modest attire

To reignite my lost, compassionate soul within
And replace the greedy heart therein

These pangs echo in rhythmic drum-beats
The trickery of the mind to nag a cheat

As time goes by I discipline my thoughts
To relive that which I had forgot

The beggar’s hunger and the farmer’s thirst
Of the panic within that goes unversed

The sweat of plough, in every bread
Of every heave and drop they shed

The barren, beaten hands that bathe in rain
Of the noble pursuits that wash in vain

Those poor eyes that cherish an earnings wage
Versus my ownings, that I negate

A glistening humility this practice brings
To ground my extravagant, selfish whims

With empathy and love in people, regained
I find solace in hunger, again

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