Pangs of the Day

Deep in dust Lost in the swamp Drowned by the heavy wind Left alone to the dark Left side, there's no hope And no papa's touch Then who? Molded and melted in the truck of hope And crying to be embraced in Mama's arm There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure Lost to the days Gold and jewelries Pounds and money Paper and books Ink and inks Lost to the night The darkness of heart The pounding of pestles Embracing tomorrow's joy There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure Flaws of the day Blooming hibiscus Running desires So much to the chest Intent is thy needs Placed on the brim of rest And comfort to the soul it brings Kiss the palm, For that's all it needs Rest thy head to the brim And call in a new day For blooming hibiscus There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure Sun is for the day Moon for the night So as summer is for happy kids And winter, tilling of grounds; Hardened grounds The hardness of grounds The cracking of the tiller Amiss, it goes to you Tossing it to the back And running away from today's pain There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure Wine rub with wine Magnet with magnet Likes to likes And odds to odds But there's no good to this The bubbling sound Take a sip from the bitterness of day Then, the stomach rumbles Sips and bubbles Stomach and rumbles The day is bitter Deep dark is sweet Big hugs like hammer To console the day There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure Ironing and straightening Folded edges to what we want Big jars, Empty fillings, Brushes and brushes, No oil Scripted step For all is nothing Fetching the anger that is never wanted And swimming towards the ice till the day is come There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure.