My Best Is Poisonous

love boils down 
to ordinary minutes and hours
it is hard to escape 
from the mundane 
of food, sleep 
and bathroom trips

it makes it harder 
to please you
when my cooking always
falls short of your mother's

the only thing I manage better
is baking cakes
which turns out to be
a slow murder
to the diabetic you

It Takes Little To Be Happy

My cat Franis on his throne set on top of a mattress among the apartment repair mess
Animals and children teach us lessons
They find their sanctuary in the midst of chaos
Joy is not depending on the external condition
They are happy when they see the world from a safe place

Coincidence

1. Jabbed vs unjabbed
2. Green pass vs none
3. No jab no job
4. Unjabbed is accused to be selfish human beings 
5. Plannedemic 
6. Media control 
7. "The New World Order"
8. Unjabbed quarantine camps
9. The pandemic of the unjabbed 
10. This has never happened, don't know what you are talking about. It sounds like a conspiracy theory to me.

The Sound of Silence

Communication is tiring 
Dissecting myself to be understood 
On things that matters no one
I much prefer to be silent
To be left alone
In the quiet
The sound of my own breathing 
Is reassuring 
While the nature orchestrating
Its sensational masterpiece

Light and Shadow in Reverse



Is it sad to be almost perfect?
Perfection loses its charm when there is no room for growth.


Is it a failure for being almost famous?
Fame corrupts the longevity of any sustainable success.

Is it shameful to be weak?
Weaknesses force us to come face to face with our Creator.

The New Ugly

Today
She feels
Social media ugly
Unnatural lightings
Unflattering filters
Unimaginative selfies

Ugliness is 
A mirror-mirror-on-the-wall truth
From within her heart
Deceived by what she sees
On the social media feed

Lies

Lies her father told 
Fested within her

They formed a filter 
Bluring her vision
They grew skin tags
Choking her breathing
They wrapped calluses 
Around her heart

She saw the world 
In distortion 
She was suffocated 
From lack of truth
Her heart was hardened 
Inner vows took root

He father told lies
To her innocent little girl
Now she is imprisoned 
Under his everlasting curse
She is plotting to destroy him
Before he does

Yellow

My poem Yellow earned an honourable mention in Gabriela’s poetry contest. Original post Here 

Beneath the golden wattle
We meet again to read poetry
The spring wind pays us a visit
I pick yellow out of your tawny locks
and brush them off your lips with a kiss
Your freckles bloom like pansies

This poem is inspired by Gabriela Marie Milton’s poem titled ‘Yellow’
in her latest published “Woman: Splendor and Sorrow”.
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