Press Of The Flesh Xx Xxx Xx Original 01 16 2014 Poem by Lee Mack

Columbia, Maryland 21044


Original 01 16 2014





Press of the Flesh:

Happiest is what is seen on
Another's face without a heart
Shining with a crimson aura
Happiest is freedom from the press
Of flesh that left a gift in hand
Happiest with less money conceives
Wealth to spend spiritually -freedom
Interest earned on grace extended
Gifts of strength conventionally made
Entrusted for the resurrected - want
Is want no more to spend on love
Is love to win the happiest? -Masters…
The slave to generational curses at play
In uniform and in conventional dress
Take joy in gun toys from armories
Little to do with race -these games of
Babble rearrange to holiest weekends
Happiest with suicides prevented
Sadist is the policeman who shoots
To hurt the flesh for sexual pleasure
Free the hands with the borrower grip
The starboard side rises from the slip
Up anchor to drift from a lender's ship
To this river of equity in crimson aura.










Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.