~~Pleasure; I wish I had more to offer
Pleasure is a maddening drug
A velvet hammer demanding time
Open my eyes let me see
Beyond the baggage of this ordinary life
When all is stripped away;Â
 No imagery or metaphors to hide behind
I give you my heart
With all its imperfections;
Laying it down at your feet
Diving into your ocean
I am a novice, a child in the ways of love
Only knowing gain and pleasant things;
A slave to mortal flesh
Having no solution to aid your higher gain
Affected by tears as an ordinary man
Wishing everyday for happy endings
But knowing we are slaves to circumstance
Looking to the clouds for answers
But living in the here and now
Open my eyes let me see
Beyond the breathing daylight
My hand stretches out
Here and now; it’s all about You
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Wow Cherie, thank you for your kind words; I will def. re-read this poem now...yes that was the sentiment I tried to convey; kidding, I never know how these things will turn out; I find that interesting about poetry; the idea of not knowing if any given poem will connect with the reader, or if anyone will read in the first place; kind of like sports betting with your ego at stake, lol...I found your comment way more interesting to read than the poem; okay just as interesting...thanks again, Cherie, very profound thoughts
thank you so very much Mr. A.O. M. and my mate, I think I was three sheets to the wind when this was written, I must confess lol...not a good thing when you forget you wrote and posted a poem... your comments are very much appreciated brother, I always read them slowly and consider them gold...peace and love and good will Â
Flower, what can I say after a comment like that?...I'm honored, bowing at your service, your Purple Highness
I like this ... its emotional its warm and it has deep feeling.. sometime what you have to offer shouldn't be compared with what you think you should offer .. just give what you got....
Well said, Evrod...dude I'm cursed with having perpetual multi-thoughts to process, it seems at the same time if that was possible, convention can be the master of our actions and we end up as tiny cracks on familiar walls where eyes may see, but never focus...I was in a placid place when this was written; no mind traffic...good to see you back on hear, my brother and thanks for your cool comment as well      Â
Marvellous Jae, I greatly appreciate your comment, means heaps brother thanks for taking the time...cheers