An introvert’s Christmas

It’s the seasonIMAG0282
to be jolly.

Much hype
for a birthday child.
Even a God sent one.

Music playing loud and fast.
Stressed people searching peace.
Hohoho; indulging vanity.

Though, one soul was granted
peace on earth.
Introvert’s dream delight.

No obligation, family or other,
planned for Christmas Eve
and day.

Enjoying solemn peace alone,
reflecting on years passed,
preparing for New Year.

An introvert’s Christmas
as bright as it can be.

a|hirsch

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Layers of Our Soul

Our soul,id-100358932
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

Sitting casual, id-100252875
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