It seems compelling,

by force,

finding a place acceptable,

Each time,

ignoring better judgment,

pursuit of momentary pleasure,

inevitably

degrades into clinging, craving, and longing,

alienated from women around me,

Pleasure is a worm

boring into the deep recesses of my mind,

Craving to continue

experiencing carnal intimacy.

This feeling I don’t want to let go of,

A certain ecstasy

A demanding appeal

The ego goads the body into action

Can I renounce something I hold in such high regard?

Why do I hold these forms in such high regard?

The appeal whispers

promises of relief from stress,

A momentary escape from worry

Suppression deepens urges

I know I can let it go,

But I always question,

Do I really want to?

Haunted by voracious apparitions

With vicious appetites

Dark ink spots

Blocking out the light

Stamp pressed impressions

Redacted sense reflections

Diminished mindful presence

A curse from adolescence

Almost two decades

Of decadent escapades

The pain of heartache

Makes medicine of arsenic

Pleasure becomes disease

Carnal fulfillment tease

Desire

A thread or string

Slowly unravels me

Stitched in incisions

Pulling apart to bleed

Burning as if branded

Thoughts not often managed

Converting man to savage

Feeding what is famished

Each “meal” dealing damage

Lust becoming lavish

Dwelling in the excess

Sexual mental excrement

Offer often not refused

Over time karma pays what is due

The price of lessons ensues

At the end of the day

It’s down to what I choose

Abuse of self

Neglect of health

Misconstrued sense of wealth

Knowing time takes a toll

A cost I can’t afford

I pray for strength from my Lords

A Poem by Maazy

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