first
my heart crumbled
before we slowly withered
as home closed in
while the nation screamed at
the world’s collapse
at what point
the world was too big
to bridge the nations
which divided our home
where you and I struggled to
couch together
so
my heart crumbled
at last
When I was little I was weak
Dreams I had seem too young ago
Now I am strong enough to walk miles to the deep
The dead calm under the water revitalises my soul
As a young man I saw visions
A fish twisted into a spiral preying on ships
My life worn heart unrests in sleep confusion
Leviathan tangles with my spirit in a dream script
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She bathed in the warm sunlight
lazed around in feline stretch
He sat on his throne of darkness
with fairy lights twinkling
His stare ravished her
making the sun blush
the clouds gathered to hide its shyness
and brought rain to nourish her desire
She lost her brightness to his temptation
He drew her closer to his kingdom
She fought and writhed to shake off her impulse
to prevent the collision of the two worlds
They flow effortlessly
in the current of illusion
lighter than feathers
more flickering than light
He asks
Should we stop
this smooth intertwining
She thinks and over thinks
and
he passes her by
I have worked with Joey for another fun one: Joey – The Fragrance Writer
He likes me
He really likes me
He really really likes me!
All clouds in the sky is everything wonderful in paradise
His smile makes Zac Efron’s fake
His eyes are a candy store I am lost in
His humour is the centre of an amusement park
His kisses melt on my lips like pink fairy floss
He makes me feel like buttercups
And butterflies dance in my stomach
As I sip from his cup of cola.
I hope our saga never ends.
Three months bubblegum romance
Bursts forth a rich flavour
artificial sugar induced decay
Leaves exposed nerve toothache
buttercups lead to a stomach ache
Just like butterflies lead to indigestion.
Too much cola – I’m too wired to sleep.
And this tired saga needs a finale. . .
Our short lived romance is like popcorn
Never lasts to the end of the movie before they’ve gone stale
What I first craved is now just a headache.
And I’m ready to go home.
As I leave, I turn and give one last glance.
Hey, you never know when you’ll crave popcorn again.
fear begets panic
panic begets lack
lack begets greed
greed begets violence
violence begets death
death begets embrace
embrace begets love
love begets hope
hope begets life
Print of ‘Miracles of Earth Moment’ by Kazuaki Tanahashi
I have learned to keep my lips sealed
Those unspoken words made their way into my dreams
They sometimes told lies
They sometimes mocked me
They sometimes threw a pity party
It is so easy to be a silent communicator
My hollow gaze from sunken eyes has told you my story
Let my words be few
The departed usually don’t make much sound
