My addiction is to the essence of life.
Life fuels me
as I immerse myself
in the splendor
of the gift of breath –
Ah, I breathe in
the injection
of air flavor.
I cannot flatline on this high
that has proven alive
My addiction causes creative juices
to flow as I cook up flavorful recipes
to feed this addiction to the essence of life
My addiction supplies a natural high -
Who needs dealers
when heart grown substances
fully satisfy the cravings?
I ain’t eating no cold turkey
when an eagle is nearby
Eagles fly while turkeys are grounded -
I am going with the bird that
has majesty on its side
I woke up singing because
my addiction would not be denied.
I free based
as the sunshine gave me plenty of light –
based freely
on love from its comforting rays
My addiction propels me
to skip in the streets
Who needs a line of “coke” when –
ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby?!
My addiction jump starts me daily
as I feed its robust hunger -
We indulge abundantly
as we feast succulently
on the essence of life
My addiction and me
have COMPANY for sure…
Organic all the way, baby!
It’s good for the soul.
The heart shouts a hearty “Amen!”
NOTE: For effect, minor improper grammar was used in this poem on purpose.
Sandra
Thursday July 8, 2010
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Published on website www.searchwarp.com on July 24, 2010
