This piece is dedicated to us all...whatever or "whyever" your substance
"We the Sheeple", have truly lost our way, using humanity's advancements as personal entitlements, rather than to expand our efforts for the common good. History repeats as we again call for the distracting appeal to our vanity, binding our conscience with excuses amplified by someone else's lyrics.
These are dread times we're experiencing. This pandemic war we rage against each other.
Going through lockdown with our animals. Dog Sabbie, and Kitten Fetwab are inspiring. They're cruising through like..."looka ma! No hands!" So let's take example. Screw the pressures. Focus on feeding, belly rubs, and whatever you need to be happy. Ya just got to know what happy feels like.
This poem speaks from the perspective of a person, finding the beauty in the soul and skin passed on to them through generations. My dad always said that it takes a humble and an open mind to accept and love oneself. I'm offering this poem as an inspiration.
The quiet sounds of lovemaking, the warm scent of coconut oil candles and salty air, and spirits moving as one...