my heart is pounding
while my body is in sleep mode
my mind is lucid in another state
my mind is considering to
command my body to move
in a toss and turn
while is also persuading itself to
leave the body alone
‘we need to slow down the heart rate’
‘can’t do it coz she is upset and stressed’
‘let’s tell her to relax and breathe’
‘she can’t coz she is blocking us’
‘true, that’s why her body shut down’
‘yea, at least she is safe’
The world is going around
and I am in it
The earth keeps spinning
I am somewhat going along
even in stationary
Everything is like high speed rail
while I am in 10x slow motion
Would we take our time
take a piss out of life
to realise its vanity
and our foolish pursuit
Forgive me who counts on me
I cannot give you
what haven’t already given to you
your dissatisfaction is not
my burden to bear
seek from the Giver
not me, a mule
merely carries its own load
I am so very tired
beyond
the burnt shoulders
the worn out sandles
the vacant mind
I need rest
there is the quiet
then there is you
the green pasture beneath my feet
a bed of clouds to dream on
a velvet blanket to shield me
a peaceful presence surpasses all understanding
I pitch a tent here
where the world becomes lovely
where humans are bearable again
only in your refuge
I will be with you tomorrow
so yesterdays and today are sweet and memorable
I will be with you tomorrow
so we escape love’s waning and turbulence
I will be with you tomorrow
so we are engrossed in the loop of honeymoon
I will be with you tomorrow
so we are no longer subject to failure
I will be with you tomorrow
so we grow desolate and feeble
I will be with you tomorrow
for tomorrow never comes
Alessandra
takes authority of the kitchen
no one passes the invisible fortress
without her royal permission
If you are sweet
and a Catholic
Alessandra may consider you
for the compost duty
You shall not take this lightly
the intricate relationships
among the garden, the produce and the kitchen
expressed lovingly in the dishes of
Ribollita, Ossobuco, Risotto and Lasagna
So on the day
you succeed her to the throne
the kitchen organic remains
so do your authority to
the home and your offspring
dissolved skin
rotten flesh
we thought
there was no life
in dry bones
from the valley
of death
when the breath of life
entered them
tendons were attached
flesh came upon them
covered them with skin
they came to lives
for there was compassion
and belief of a
Sovereign Maker
of All
he barely goes to the well
he knows spring ain’t flowing
there were times
hard times, soul searching times
he sat by the well
sobbing
telling her about the hard yakka
he poured into the farm
yet yielded no return
except rats
he gave thanks to her
for the insurance money
which kept it going
and kept him sane
not by her own will though
then
he cursed her for
the nightmares
she inflicted upon him
“I love you sweetheart.
You had been good to me.
The farm is my everything.
I sacrificed you.
Now I am bearing the pain and loss.
Would you let go of my torment,
depart from me my darling wife?”
she is used to eating dinner alone
with Netflix on her laptop playing
she is not sure about
sharing a couch and dinner
interacting with each other
she is used to taking a bath
in the company of candle lights
and a glass of wine
she is not sure about
having another to
refill her glass
trim the candle wicks and
sit quietly to watch her
with desire simmering
change is a good thing
if there is
harmony in being together
and passion for one another
Flicker of Thoughts 