Category: Poetry and Prose

Dissociation

I had great fear of snakes
the only way I imagined
to deal with snakes
was playing dead
I coped with it
that way

I coped with pain
the same way
I played dead
to my thoughts
feelings
memories
I stepped out of
my sense of identity

I neither resisted it
nor fled from it
I simply
acted in avoidance

 

Different But Same

the lion and the lamb
a king and a sacrifice
a ruler and a follower
real gentleness is strong
true strength is gentle

I am yours

I have written this lyrics and kept searching for someone to inject music to make it a trap or indie pop song. It is like two pieces of puzzles and I am only holding one of the them.

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I am yours

When the night falls

She wakes electrifying

Waiting for her master’s calling

No name no pain this game

Or is it a game

Is it a game

When all chains, shackles, silk, feathers and leather

Pleasure intense that’s what she’s after

Woo oo…

When the sun comes out

She’s walking zig zag zig zag

Cos she had a wild night with her prince

She’s walking zig zag zig zag

Oh oh oh as mad as it sounds

He owns her, he owns her

In total surender

Freedom

 

Yes people did us wrong.

If we hold on to the bitterness, resentment, being unforgiving,

It destroys us inside out,

not the offenders got destroyed.

Set ourselves free…

and we can!

In your presence

If I am sure of
the warmth of the sun on my skin,
raindrops on my lashes,
echoes of my voice….
then I am sure of

you came through dreams to my reality.

The Crime Hierarchy

the rambunctious head of the household
submissive yet overbearing advocate
dependents running wild
in the confine of farming life

leather face old man that hunts with a rifle
she runs over little lambs for feast
children grew up witnessing these normalities

one of the children
was convicted of second degree murder
the noise of the struggle
screaming, screeching, pleading
he had to bring them to silence

when you apply the transitive logic
it all makes sense

Innate Sense

the modern labelled beauty
is far fetched from
the ancient admiration

visitation of historically
breathtaking iconic beauty
Aphrodite of Knidos
brings comfort to
my inadequate sense
of self image

I confess
I was sucked into
the velocity of
barbie fashion
while completely neglected
the natural God given
sense of appreciation

here
let’s cheer again
for her multifaceted
beauty

Praxiteles – statue of Aphrodite Knidos

Molecules of Blues

leaning my head
to the train window
staring at the train tracks
how mundane and
heading nowhere
it seems

daydreaming about the ocean
warm sun
salty mist
dancing on my cheeks
just enough to disperse
the molecules of blues

Breath of life

Let’s celebrate today
for the kindness
we showed to self
and another
breathing thing

Today
we received
the gift of breath
like the past each day
for that
we shall celebrate

When the day
it makes no return
we know
we have done
all we could to
appreciate
the breath of
life

and no one
can say
we are a failure
as
we lived our lives
to the fullness
of grace