Common cold

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having a common cold is a minor inconvenience

when my nose is runny
can’t stop sneezing
my head is stuffy
with dully ache
thinking is strenuous
when my mind feels congested
resting should bring reprieve
yet challenged by body aches
the low grade fever
zaps my creativity

having a common cold is a minor inconvenience
the prints in the book is blurry
the music sounds fuzzy
the writing is just mumbo jumbo
an indecent canto

having a common cold is an outright inconvenience

Internal chaos

the nose is having an argument with the lips
you are too pouty
you are so snobby

the chicken is talking to the duck
she says cluck
he speaks quack

my left arm is wrestling with my right arm
we are gonna tangle
we are going to embrace

you and I are fighting
we are mutually amused
each plotting the makeup sex

There is such thing

 

You made me from your visions and dreams
before you knew me
I was only an optical illusion

I came like a dandelion
rootless and forever wandering
home was never a destination

Then we laid eyes on each other
my fragmentation jigsawed into your reality
your brokenness assembled into my habitation

When the music starts
let’s waltz away to
our life
our home
in absolute
abandonment

Unity

Oneness uproots
the boundary of
political views
hemispheres
beliefs
races

Halo


you are a halo warm glow

circling above my head

protecting my insecurity

lighting up my sense of worth

Golden rain

glitters carrying the wind’s blessing
falling upon the laughter of
the spectators in a
golden rain