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How long has it been since I've seen your face

Kissed you deeply and been drunk on the taste

How long has it been since your embrace

Wrapped tightly around, holding me in place

My life and my bed are empty without you

Can't breathe, can't sleep, can't dream without you

Without you, all hope is lost

So I scream, and I cry and pray you'll return no matter the cost

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Orisha Loa

My Gods are old beyond ancient

Of winds, waves, mountains, and flames

Beyond stars and beyond distance

I can scarcely say their names

Some are sweet waters and honey

Others woods, horns, thickets and glades

There are those that are abundance and money

And those that are hammers, iron, and blades

I stand in awe of all they offer

Am humbled by all they know

Deeply comforted by their love

And enlightened by the visions they show.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

War

In the dark that lingers before the dawn

There in all heroes and monsters spawn

Born of doubt or hope, virtue or sin

Their battles are waged deep within

A life addled restless mind

That dreams fitfully, restlessly in kind

The truest semblance of promised death

A dreamers sleep of peace bereft

To wake when one victor has the say

Guiding the thoughts an entire day

Till nights embrace beckons them in

For the fight to begin again

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

Hatred

Waking every morning is a labor of malice and hatred

Clawing my body back from sleeps peacefully semblance of death

I do not long for this world I do not desire it

There is no bounty or passion in its embrace

My mind and my soul are desperate for the finality of oblivion

Yet, every day, I wake not because of life or love but in spite of it

I will not accept the damnation of my end

Not until I have outlived the pallid, white faced ghosts of my past regrets

I can't accept my death until I have ushered every one of them to their's

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr