Floating on a lilo, squinting to the clouds, day dreaming…
Sinking into the couch, getting lost in a book, coffee brewing…
Curling up on a soft rug, playing my favourite tracks, fire crackling…
Dangling my feet in the water, watching the fishermen, time trickling…
Digging my toes in the sand, breathing in the salty mist, wave crashing…
Leaving everything, rushing into the storm, barefoot running…
Reaching out my hand, smiling at you, a life worth living!
I heard him singing again
amongst the birds
in the deep mountains
above the tea plantation.
Papa told me he lost his mind
to a dragon.
I saw him leading the buffalo
down the stream
dragging smoke from a pipe.
I had never waved nor smiled
too scared to lose my mind and
I was five.
Years gone by
I heard him singing no more.
Papa told me
he lost his voice to
the crows.
I watch him
dragging smoke from the pipe
like incense burning
I see angels chanting
paving the way for
resting.
(Fire and Ice – painting by Michelle Meister )
I am an intense person
in a quiet way,
often you don’t notice
till you are in close contact,
and most people don’t get to that vicinity.
If you are dancing around the edge,
testing the temperature and atmosphere,
Don’t be!
You will get a chill,
feeling alone and morbid.
You will only pierce me with fire and flames,
the same intensity of my ice sculpted palace.
If you are expecting mashmallows, vanilla sky, warm and fussy,
Don’t be!
I am an intense person,
a Rinko waiting for Kūki to
ignite the Lost Paradise!
* A Lost Paradise is 1997 novel by Japanese author Junichi Watanabe.
The news broke out today
you are guilty as hell
The blood bruises boiling up in me sent my stomach to knots
My heart radiating sharp stabbing pain
The vomit choked my windpipe
The flashback was like unleashed wild beasts attacking me
tearing me to shreds
I stumbled out to the back yard
to the tree I buried the trauma
I dug with my bare hands until my nails ripped off
blood meshed into soil
The news broke out today
so as my secret
( painting by Remigiusz Dobrowolski )
I am sitting in my worn cane chair
at my grainy raw timber desk
facing this window of lost youth
hoping to glimpse the scenery
before the dusk sinking into the night.
My hair is wiry and thin
salt and pepper without the spice.
My trembling, scaly hands raising to my skull.
My strawly fingers running along the scrawny sockets
to the elongated pointed nose
to the cold shrivaled lips.
They are the same track your hands and lips travelled.
Your faces are haunting me outside the window,
one by one, your faces of disappointment, hatred, wailing, brokenhearted, unforgiving…
playing screen by screen as the scenery of
my only connection to the outside world.
Here I am, in confinement
where I confessed all my wrongdoings, misbehaving, betrayals, poisonous venom.
I repaid all these with my youth, my solitary, my self inflicted torment
until I become a bag of bones, dust to dust, ashes to ashes…
I was sentenced to life imprisonment by love.
I came to the end of the road of self hatred.
No matter how much rain fell on me, how deep I swam in the ocean,
I could not washed off the self sabotage stains.
You drifted in as a message in a bottle.
I read you more than a message.
You are full of life and fascinating.
I read you more like a book.
To me you are an open book,
I know all the mysteries and wonders of you.
My emotions follow you around,
from childlike innocent giggles,
blushing cheeks cuteness,
to grief and lost sadness,
heart wrenching sobs.
You let me read you like a book.
A world I stumbled into where treasures were found.
A place I rest upon to call home.
With you, I am finally enough!
I crafted you
Yet you married the sky
Memories are dissipating on a broken string
The wind subsided
Yet hope is lingering
Spring has gone
Yet I am still longing
Time has written love into a song
I humm it to the edge of the world
Hauntingly intense!
There has always been silence between us.
Your refusal to share and my restrain to express.
There has alway been space between us.
Your fear in repeating the history and
my patience in seeing things through.
There has always been harmony between us.
Your hesitation in baring your soul and the fortress I built for my failing heart.
We can continue like this to the end numbed and lost.
We may pierce the bubble with equal measure.
Both you and I know there is no safer place than here for our long gone, burntout, wayward souls.
You made me blush
You made me laugh
For most, you made me feel alive.
With you, I lost time
With you, I lost myself
With you, I lost my reasons to refuse.
We are soulmates, twin flames, out of space.
We are the tale that never ends.
Flicker of Thoughts 