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Learn to Starve Yourself

Before their hands withhold the plate, Before you're taught that hunger's fate, Learn to dine on less than full, To tame the beast, to break the pull. When crumbs are kings and silence feasts, You’ll find your strength among the least. A man who’s fasted tastes the air, Yet walks with calm through lean despair. Let discipline become your bread, And self-control the path you tread. For those who feast at others' cost Will leave you starving, cold, and lost. So train your gut to not depend On every gift that others send. Choose now the hunger you embrace— Or else be emptied in disgrace. Freedom wears a lighter frame, It does not beg, it plays no game. To starve by will is not to lose— It is the fiercest strength you choose.
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Outa

In the quiet of his mind, Outa ponders deep,
His thoughts like tangled vines, they twist and creep.
"How can a marriage sail through tempest gust,
With a husband wrestling with desire's lust?"

Through the corridors of doubt, his footsteps tread,
Seeking answers in the whispers left unsaid.
For love, a fragile bloom, must weather trust,
Yet temptation's siren call can turn it to dust.

He wrestles with the shadows, the demons within,
Knowing that fidelity is where true love begins.
Yet passion's flame, a fierce and wild thrust,
Can blind the heart to the bonds of sacred trust.

But in the silent chambers of his soul,
Outa finds the strength to make his spirit whole.
For love, a beacon bright, will guide and adjust,
As he learns to conquer cravings born of lust.

With honesty as his compass, and devotion his mast,
Outa steers his ship through the storms amassed.
For a marriage to endure, it must weather gust,
With a husband who confronts his struggles with lust.

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