AFP agents were listening in to that pair of suspected criminals.
All they were hearing was about domestic cleaning.
Agents were frantically decoding.
The report read,
‘The perfect strategy to thoroughly clean up the nation’s financial mess is to progressively detoxify its people using abrasive ethnic cleansing.’
The pair stood in trial in High Court.
They were confronted with the sole evidence of live recording of their bedroom conversation.
‘The best way to clean up home kitchen is to clean as you go by using vinegar spray.’
He wasn’t sure
he was hated
by his mother
she could not have loved him
by all the cursing
She wasn’t sure
a boy she born
could not be a blessing
she should have felt the joy
holding him on her bosom
He wasn’t sure
the mother and son
could not bond
they should have been happy
the seed was kept
within family blood
Six Sentence Story prompt – Field
Wherever I saw sunflowers in the day, I thought of you.
You stood facing the sun in full bloom of smile disregarding the harsh light.
The night was a thief who came to steal, rob and abuse.
When the night went on, beyond what you could bear, you let him slit your wrist.
Your passion for life was drained out in crimson rain.
Whenever you came into my dreams at night, I saw you wandering in a field of cherry sunflowers in an anemic gown.
I didn’t dream because dreams were far fetched.
You came to fulfill my dreams.
So, I didn’t feel awkward of being ordinary.
You made my ordinary life wonderful.
I didn’t wait because waiting was for fools.
You came to me making yourself a fool.
So, I didn’t feel guilty of being impatient.
You made me see that I was worth waiting for.
Non ho sognato perché i sogni erano inverosimili.
Sei venuto per realizzare i miei sogni.
Quindi, non mi sentivo a disagio per essere normale.
Hai reso meravigliosa la mia vita ordinaria.
Non ho aspettato perché l’attesa era per gli sciocchi.
Sei venuto da me facendoti ridere.
Quindi, non mi sentivo in colpa per essere impaziente.
Mi hai fatto capire che valeva la pena aspettare.
I know there is a wound left
close but not open
I know it is there
but it does not hurt
It has to be very very quiet
when I notice the shadow of it
I only know it is there
becuase you have been nursing it
there is so much care you give
it is oozing out love
from that wound
I want to forget
there is a chance
I also forget
I am wrapped in a little turquoise bubble
with lung full of love filled aqua air
breathing out golden bright sunflowers
lighting up the October azure sky
late Summer surrenders to tangerine charm
so does our love to Autumn’s charisma
A Collaboration of Cassa and Lucy
dark clouds gather overhead as the rolling thunder
sets my soul on fire
lightning brings about the spark
I longed to ignite our flame
overflowing in the depths of my tempestuous heart
my inner sense of desire
yearning for the calm waves to wash over me
ever so gentle rhythmic in unison with my heart beat
the lull of your breathing brings about
a peaceful and serene plateau of joyous abandonment
your voice, so quiet and sublime
echos in the distance far from silent ears
nothing measures up to the peace you grant me
the gentle trickle spring you let in
in painstaking patience
nourishes my weathered heart
unbeknown to you
the frozen particles in my being thaw in your presence
you are the heart and soul of my universe
your spring overflows my cup