The Simple Life,the Easy Life

Wake up in the morning with no stress,feeling love in excess even forgot my address
forget all the bad of men with no regrets turn around on my bed touch my woman and compliment her nightdress touching her hips and kissing her lips alright I did that all through the night
but I still tell her how much I love her and how she still looks alright after two kids
She’s looking extra bright today and how she makes me fly like a dove as lucky as a four leaved clover,
there’s a lot going through my mind, hope I don’t forget my keys today,I open up my eyes to see another day of sunrise, my dog comes in the room and looks into my eyes grateful that I don’t treat him like a pest
The simple life better than all the rest, the hunger in his eyes seems to feed me
inside and outside the world mixed with work and it’s swirls
Nobody believed me until I believed me, am thinking of somebody as I thought up and cooked up these lines
Relaxing with a bottle of wine, my son comes to me with a hug and stamps his feet that won’t crush even a bug
and a smile with a thousand meanings follows, am no longer hollow
It’s demeaning but I tell all the rest to just rest
I have been stamped with my family and need no one else even for an eternity
as he lays his head on my chest I realize am blessed
Nowadays I say the truth it’s the truth, a kiss on his cheek to let him know how I feel,
a love as tough as steel this is real.
Head to the kitchen ’cause I want to grab something to eat,
anything to please my mouth, cool my senses and ease the tensions of my mind,
my wife calls this a disease because it’s before breakfast so I have to act fast
maybe a cup of tea and a slice of bread, one or two will do, then the daughter comes in
as beautiful as her mother, If anybody hurts her I wont tell her but trust there will be murder,
I feel I can’t live without her, makes me think of her marriage and how I will manage
Tugging on my shirt and pulling on my trousers
I see the world through her like the internet browsers
It’s time,it’s time get in line get in line she says I don’t mind getting in line for prayer time, I almost forgot the God hour
We call it the power hour, we say our prayers grateful for the love and care and promise to be faithful
A dedication that his words like swords in our hearts there will be pollination and hopes he clears out the pollution in our hearts,all said and done, our prayers have been said and done.
Back to the morning routine there are still things to be done
Turn on the TV screen I want to catch up with the news team
I want to learn new things
screams from the kids for cartoons but I love them the same, it’s insane but they are a part of me like tattoos and from the kitchen, steam!
my wife is cooking I wonder what she’s cooking am living my dream,
A breakfast of rice, it tastes so nice but my wife always says it’s lies
Kids off to school
I am off to work, wife too says she don’t like staying at home makes her feel like a pork, not at work.
Walking in the streets seeing the rhythm in all their feet and how everybody has agreed to give their love away for free but their spirits disagree
Feeling like strangers in a gathering anyway I am only uttering in my mind ’cause if I say it out loud they will laugh and say am out of my mind
Nowadays I turn over in the evenings thinking of ways to make my family’s life better and  different ways to make money ’cause I don’t want us to scatter
They are my life’s honey I need them now,I will need them later I just hope they got all the letters I sent last November when I was away working all through to December trying to hold the center
That’s my way although my body felt dismembered, there was no other way, even crossed the borders hustle to take it further but I still find time every now and then for my brothers, friends, guys who always told me to always aim for the skies,
every Saturday sometimes Fridays we call it rewind days with a bottle of beer and pepper soup for everybody and letting loose
My wife thinks its a crime but I never forget my family and the woman I choose holding onto the locket she gave to me, how can I be so mean but I only look and stare and sometimes almost book the loose girls with bodies shaped like a bottle who want to make my mind take off like a rocket, from the bottom of my heart I hope am not hooked and stop rewind days for good but the next week it starts all over again and again, my family makes me feel loved and weak all over again, week after week, I call it the simple life,the easy life.

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I am an easy going person who loves poetry and music,love making new friends and experiencing different cultures and I respect people's decisions and emotions as long as they respect mine am an african and i believe everything i can,i am yearning,learning and earning knowledge in search of peace and wisdom and when i write is when i feel alright.This poems and pages are dedicated to my family, friends, and anyone that appreciates life's joys. I hope these pages make you smile, reminisce, and perhaps shed a tear.
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