Yes people did us wrong.
If we hold on to the bitterness, resentment, being unforgiving,
It destroys us inside out,
not the offenders got destroyed.
Set ourselves free…
and we can!
In your presence
If I am sure of
the warmth of the sun on my skin,
raindrops on my lashes,
echoes of my voice….
then I am sure of
you came through dreams to my reality.
The Crime Hierarchy
the rambunctious head of the household
submissive yet overbearing advocate
dependents running wild
in the confine of farming life
leather face old man that hunts with a rifle
she runs over little lambs for feast
children grew up witnessing these normalities
one of the children
was convicted of second degree murder
the noise of the struggle
screaming, screeching, pleading
he had to bring them to silence
when you apply the transitive logic
it all makes sense
Innate Sense
the modern labelled beauty
is far fetched from
the ancient admiration
visitation of historically
breathtaking iconic beauty
Aphrodite of Knidos
brings comfort to
my inadequate sense
of self image
I confess
I was sucked into
the velocity of
barbie fashion
while completely neglected
the natural God given
sense of appreciation
here
let’s cheer again
for her multifaceted
beauty
Praxiteles – statue of Aphrodite Knidos
Molecules of Blues
leaning my head
to the train window
staring at the train tracks
how mundane and
heading nowhere
it seems
daydreaming about the ocean
warm sun
salty mist
dancing on my cheeks
just enough to disperse
the molecules of blues
Breath of life
Let’s celebrate today
for the kindness
we showed to self
and another
breathing thing
Today
we received
the gift of breath
like the past each day
for that
we shall celebrate
When the day
it makes no return
we know
we have done
all we could to
appreciate
the breath of
life
and no one
can say
we are a failure
as
we lived our lives
to the fullness
of grace
Penguin
I always thought
penguins are fish
fish swim
don’t they
then
I found out
penguins are birds
misconceptions
distort reality
therfore
I become more careful
when
judging people
by their behaviours
Scoville Scale
Natural High
lazy Sunday noon
bathe our limbs in the sun
on a checkered picnic rug
our giggles grow into
uncontrollable hysterics
two timid souls
dismantled by
the chemistry of laughter
behind the chuckles
there is throaty longing
the childlike energy
flows between breaths
try to
catch the uncatchable
contain the uncontainable
avoid the inevitable
how often
we let loose
let our guard down
let another please us
in the most
innocent form
of encounter
Flicker of Thoughts 