Layers of Our Soul

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our conscious mind.

Has layers
on layers of emotions.

Compassion
followed by love.

Peace,
friendship,
feeling safe.

All layers in our heart.

At times,
life pulls these layers apart.

One after the other
they peel away.

Until love reveals pain,
pain turns to anger.

A soul beaten down
being raw in pain,
will only feel
anger and aversion.

Sustain your soul
every day.
Sustain a friend’s
soul every day.
With love and
compassion.

a|hirsch

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Dark Nights

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talking about his
drug addictions.

Four times
he overdosed.
Four times
he came back.

“No, I don’t
want to die.
But,
I don’t know
how to live,
either.”

Waiting for
divine voice,
giving strength
to break
addiction.

Every day
a new start
for change.

No more chasing;
finding happiness
and joy
without the needle.

Tomorrow,
tomorrow
enlightenment
will come.

a|hirsch

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A love affair

Seeing her,
leaning at the wall,
eager to please.

My desire;
feeling her
between my thighs

Straight lines,
curvy at the right
places.

You would call her
slick and powerful.

My heart starts throbbing
seeing her waiting
for me.

Thinking about her
all day.
Hiding pictures
on my computer.
Sneaking a peek
when nobody watches.

She is mine now,
Ready and eager.
Mounting her,
feeling leather
on my crotch.

Here we go,
up the hill,
my Bianchi,
an Italian beauty
of carbon.

Eagerly taking me
on my evening ride.
Leaving the day
behind.

Feeling wind
and freedom.
May the sunset
lullaby us into
an evening
of rest.

a|hirsch

Unseasonal Heat

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of the day
in the air.

L.A.
summer
starting
premature.

Temperatures
106
108
in shady
places.

A/C running,
power spotty,
people cranky.

Going to the
movies;
afternoon
at library.

Gathering
at sites
cool and dark.

Waiting for
the sun
to set.

Only to find
nights as hot.

Concrete reflection
day’s heat.

Los Angeles,
early
back into
heat.

a|hirsch

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Summer Evening

Summer heat,ID-100413261
sun setting
slowly.

Dog days,
cool breeze
barley pushing
day’s heat
away.

Familiar sound
getting closer.

Not the melody
of ice cream
truck.

A child’s dream
transformed to
adulthood.

Coming down
the street,
speakers blaring
old blue eyes,
a truck filled
with wine
and booze.

Stopping at my
corner.
People spilling
from front yards.

Cold drinks,
iced margaritas,
mojitos smelling minty,
aged whisky on the rocks
or neat.

A summer dream,
coming down the street,
memories of ice cream
turned adulthood.
a|hirsch

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