Laurel hedge labyrinth

luscious green panes lead
to the heart of surrender
it hears all the secrets
like a priest listens to confession

follow the Laurel screens
to the labyrinth’s core
lay down all burdens, shame and guilt
like an arctic fox
senses the coming of spring
to shed its fur

the chance of retracing the steps
with renewed hope
a new beginning
a new spirit
a new life

Bent crown

mirror mirror on the wall
the bent crown on a fraudulent queen
mirror knows no lies
‘My Queen, you are the fairest in the land.’
poisoned blood reflects void from the sparkling crown jewels

rainbow trapped in the heiress’ slumber
waiting for the sympathy rain to flood the forest
when the dove brings in the royal crown
seven complexions radiating through the glass coffin

mirror mirror on the wall
the bent crown on the rightful Queen
mirror knows no lies
‘My Queen, you are the brightest in the land
surpassing diamonds, pearls, sapphires, emeralds and rubies’

Shut down

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’

 

Refuge

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

Peak-End Theory

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

The Queen

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

The valley of dry bones

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