there are days
my hair is overly stimulated
by the human static
meshing into a bird’s nest
wild birds moping around
needle hay prickles
it is for times like this
I need you
my sandalwood comb
to untangle me from
this painful annoyance
relaxing me
restoring my clarity
what if the earth is not flat
what if Vulcan does not exist
what if blank slate theory is wrong
what if the schizophrenics are just
another human species
You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment.
And the second is like it: You shall love your neighbour as yourself.
She took him to be her husband
to have and to hold from that day forward
for better
for worse
for richer
for poorer
in sickness and in health
to love and to cherish
till death do them apart
according to God’s holy law
and that was her solemn vow
when he stopped loving Him, himself and her
it is broken
for him
and
for her
love in a distance
through the glass door
remaining clinical view
sober mind detaches
from the pain
it is safer that way
your face takes up all the space in my brain
my brain fogets to tell my muscles to breathe
deprivation of oxygen stalls my heart
my heartache finally stops
at the worship of your portrait
I am fascinated by the music box mechanism
behind the graceful spinning ballerina
is the precision joining forces of fragments
set of pins on a revolving cylinder
plucking the steel comb lamellae
I imagine
the care and maintenance of such
an original piece
requires the patience and skills of
an artisan watchmaker
I am in awe of
the complex and detailed effort
to make real of
a simple gasp of amazement
I come to the realisation
whenever a praise of beauty is heard
a life long devotion is behind it all
he asked her to promise a lie of a life time
she said
‘I will not lie about a promise I will not keep’
understandably
he chooses giving up over surrender
understandably
she believes the truth will set her free
I received a picture of you
it took my breath away
I have looked at it many times
it is a bit out of focus
reminds me of a misty lake
the illusion it creates is
exceedingly beautiful
Flicker of Thoughts 