Aging

August 12, 2012

Lines crisscross around this face The hair begins losing its place This fret of impermanence Constantly in a degenerative state A wasting away Touches of grey getting in the way, youthful appearance slowly fading away. Harder to adjust, joints hurt with every thrust, cartridges so already worn-so inevitable the coming storm. Cells recreate only to dissipate this is our fate Caught in the lust of fleshy skin, breaking down as the aging process is settling in, Beauty and decay makes its way back to the earth As Samsara touches me-the cycle repeats itself all over again. Aging in my Hair, teeth, my skin, my balls, my chin, My rectum, hands, hips and my wrinkled dry lips. Aging in my Sagging neck, in my eyes, and my thighs, right up to my prick, this is sick. My belly wanting to swallow youthful flesh the need is a spiritual mess. Back to the place where we came and the process is the same to begin Over and Over all over again. Photo: Azarel

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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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jwienerAug 12, 2012

This poem made me think about the "circle of life" concept because you write about how we age and eventually go back into the earth, which is where we came from originally, and how this process is neverending because it happens to every person.