Two as 1

Two acacia birds
two forests
cried out in sorrow.
In the blink of an eye
year of the wool
reunited to
the rattan knitted tree
under the milky way.
Two halves of a heart
two hearts’ desire
as one.
They survey the forest
ahead of the daybreak
nesting in the midst of clouds.
Sun rises, sun sets
their songs
echoing the land
pure as the linen
buries them
as one
when their old age
comes.

Ice n Fire

(Fire and Ice – painting by Michelle Meister )

I am an intense person

in a quiet way,

often you don’t notice

till you are in close contact,

and most people don’t get to that vicinity.

If you are dancing around the edge,

testing the temperature and atmosphere,

Don’t be!

You will get a chill,

feeling alone and morbid.

You will only pierce me with fire and flames,

the same intensity of my ice sculpted palace.

If you are expecting mashmallows, vanilla sky, warm and fussy,

Don’t be!

I am an intense person,

a Rinko waiting for Kūki to

ignite the Lost Paradise!

* A Lost Paradise is 1997 novel by Japanese author Junichi Watanabe.

Today’s News

The news broke out today

you are guilty as hell

The blood bruises boiling up in me sent my stomach to knots

My heart radiating sharp stabbing pain

The vomit choked my windpipe

The flashback was like unleashed wild beasts attacking me

tearing me to shreds

I stumbled out to the back yard

to the tree I buried the trauma

I dug with my bare hands until my nails ripped off

blood meshed into soil

The news broke out today

so as my secret

 

Withering

( painting by Remigiusz Dobrowolski )

I am sitting in my worn cane chair

at my grainy raw timber desk

facing this window of lost youth

hoping to glimpse the scenery

before the dusk sinking into the night.

My hair is wiry and thin

salt and pepper without the spice.

My trembling, scaly hands raising to my skull.

My strawly fingers running along the scrawny sockets

to the elongated pointed nose

to the cold shrivaled lips.

They are the same track your hands and lips travelled.

Your faces are haunting me outside the window,

one by one, your faces of disappointment, hatred, wailing, brokenhearted, unforgiving…

playing screen by screen as the scenery of

my only connection to the outside world.

Here I am, in confinement

where I confessed all my wrongdoings, misbehaving, betrayals, poisonous venom.

I repaid all these with my youth, my solitary, my self inflicted torment

until I become a bag of bones, dust to dust, ashes to ashes…

You are enough

I was sentenced to life imprisonment by love.

I came to the end of the road of self hatred.

No matter how much rain fell on me, how deep I swam in the ocean,

I could not washed off the self sabotage stains.

You drifted in as a message in a bottle.

I read you more than a message.

You are full of life and fascinating.

I read you more like a book.

To me you are an open book,

I know all the mysteries and wonders of you.

My emotions follow you around,

from childlike innocent giggles,

blushing cheeks cuteness,

to grief and lost sadness,

heart wrenching sobs.

You let me read you like a book.

A world I stumbled into where treasures were found.

A place I rest upon to call home.

With you, I am finally enough!

Kite

I crafted you

Yet you married the sky

Memories are dissipating on a broken string

The wind subsided

Yet hope is lingering

Spring has gone

Yet I am still longing

Time has written love into a song

I humm it to the edge of the world

Hauntingly intense!

Equal measure

There has always been silence between us.

Your refusal to share and my restrain to express.

There has alway been space between us.

Your fear in repeating the history and
my patience in seeing things through.

There has always been harmony between us.

Your hesitation in baring your soul and the fortress I built for my failing heart.

We can continue like this to the end numbed and lost.

We may pierce the bubble with equal measure.

Both you and I know there is no safer place than here for our long gone, burntout, wayward souls.

My last good bye

When I go,

I wish my friends and love ones sit in a circle by the ocean.

I want you all to share your fondest memory of me.

You must share good food and celery sticks. I know this will be a hard ask.

You will listen to this playlist and let ‘We Are Loved’ sink into your hearts.

Que Sera Sera – Doris Day
Beautiful Ones – Suede
This Used to be My Playground – Madonna
China Blue – Julia Fordham
Sugar Hiccup – Cocteau Twins
What a Wonderful World – Louise Armstrong
Blessed be Your Name – Matt Redman
Mermaid – Sade

Infinity

You made me blush

You made me laugh

For most, you made me feel alive.

With you, I lost time

With you, I lost myself

With you, I lost my reasons to refuse.

We are soulmates, twin flames, out of space.

We are the tale that never ends.

Love Tragedy

I see you

I know you

If I were not broken in powdery pieces

I would have raced across

the river in heavens

to feel you

Instead

I am standing still

in awe of your fragile beauty

living out the ancient tale of

Niu Lang and Zhi Nu

http://worldstories.org.uk/stories/the-story-of-niu-lang-and-zhi-nu/