having a common cold is a minor inconvenience
when my nose is runny
can’t stop sneezing
my head is stuffy
with dully ache
thinking is strenuous
when my mind feels congested
resting should bring reprieve
yet challenged by body aches
the low grade fever
zaps my creativity
having a common cold is a minor inconvenience
the prints in the book is blurry
the music sounds fuzzy
the writing is just mumbo jumbo
an indecent canto
having a common cold is an outright inconvenience
the nose is having an argument with the lips
you are too pouty
you are so snobby
the chicken is talking to the duck
she says cluck
he speaks quack
my left arm is wrestling with my right arm
we are gonna tangle
we are going to embrace
you and I are fighting
we are mutually amused
each plotting the makeup sex
You made me from your visions and dreams
before you knew me
I was only an optical illusion
I came like a dandelion
rootless and forever wandering
home was never a destination
Then we laid eyes on each other
my fragmentation jigsawed into your reality
your brokenness assembled into my habitation
When the music starts
let’s waltz away to
our life
our home
in absolute
abandonment
Oneness uproots
the boundary of
political views
hemispheres
beliefs
races
you are a halo warm glow
circling above my head
protecting my insecurity
lighting up my sense of worth
glitters carrying the wind’s blessing
falling upon the laughter of
the spectators in a
golden rain
You are enthroned in my suite
I am your devoted servant
You walk all over me
I bow before Your Majesty
You are my Queen
I serve you in high esteem
everything is in the little things
the divine appointed coincidences
the forever extended list of similarities
the yin-yang balance in harmony
everything is in the little things
the light-hearted chatting
the effortless sharing
a life together like breathing
everything is in the little things
faithful and loyal stewards
entrusted with immense blessings
infecious smile brightens a cloudy day
I am a zen temple
serene and spiritual
open myself for fervent worshipers
who would think
you brought a pry bar
to remove nails
which you thought are
bonding me in concrete
I trusted you to make me whole
but not to break me
who would know
you two used chisels
to carve my perfect form
into damaged sculpture
I am your flesh and blood
I have mistaken your love
to be unconditional
who would foresee
a zen temple
demolished by trusted followers
in the name of
self righteousness
Flicker of Thoughts 