farewell wanna be yet never be for fear of losing the now should have never been
farewell promised to be yet could not be for losing faith of forever be
farewell the me pretended to be yet could never be for losing myself was what it would ever be
farewell all my past should have been could have been yet would never be
close the doors and let the ghosts rest
follow the guiding light to my destined to be
House is sold at the fall of the hammer
I secretly wish I would experience
a rush of sadness for losing a home
I PET scanned my brain hoping to detect
any remembrance more than an empty shell
with forced smiles
all the eggshells I have walked on
turned into ashes scattering in the garden
feeding the bird of paradise
7 Christmases of opening gifts of unimportance
7 Easters of egg hunt for children’s laughter
7 years of prayer and supplication
House is sold at the fall of the hammer
a weight has fallen off my shoulder
the crown stripped off the prince’s head
i❤u to the moon and got lost on the way back
i❤u stacks like maple syrup pancakes
i❤u squillions into the dark roast coffee beans
i❤u bunches scrunched up toilet paper sudoku
i❤u heaps in summer heatwaves exhaustion and profusely sweaty stink
grinding my lips onto yours
with ocean scented mist
your shallow breaths are laden
urging the waves to come
tide hunger for the shore
Ah!
You are the long black coffee I so savoured in the morning.
Ah!
You are the masterpiece for my artistic appetite.
Ah!
You are the calamine lotion for my mosquito bites.
Ah!
You are the cool breeaze before a storm on a scorching summer day.
Ah!
You are the mindfulness meditation for my anxiety.
Ah!
You are the healing music to my wayward soul.
I have learned that nectar is food for
bees, hummingbirds and butterflies
they are attracted to
the colours of the outer appearance
and the scent it gives out
they all show affection
however
only bees are reliant on it
hummingbirds and butterflies
are open to other attractions
there are days
my hair is overly stimulated
by the human static
meshing into a bird’s nest
wild birds moping around
needle hay prickles
it is for times like this
I need you
my sandalwood comb
to untangle me from
this painful annoyance
relaxing me
restoring my clarity
what if the earth is not flat
what if Vulcan does not exist
what if blank slate theory is wrong
what if the schizophrenics are just
another human species
You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment.
And the second is like it: You shall love your neighbour as yourself.
She took him to be her husband
to have and to hold from that day forward
for better
for worse
for richer
for poorer
in sickness and in health
to love and to cherish
till death do them apart
according to God’s holy law
and that was her solemn vow
when he stopped loving Him, himself and her
it is broken
for him
and
for her
love in a distance
through the glass door
remaining clinical view
sober mind detaches
from the pain
it is safer that way
Flicker of Thoughts 