I only allow myself
to be half full of Rome
untill nightfall
The ancient streets
are filled with mortal sins
of the modern life
In the shadow of the street lights
I take off my sandals
kneading my heels into the cold cobblestones
pressing my palms on the old walls
Now
I let the saints and ghosts
fill me with the rest
A scarlet rose in my hair
A bronze raven at my feet
Dim Romance
This is a prose collaboration between Cassa and SecretWriter.
She writes by the candle light in pitch black nights. The thought of his scents and words flames the wick burning in her lukewarm heart.
He lies down, stiff and exhausted from a day’s hard work, covered by the darkness of night. His mind wanders, and he dreams of her as the wax drips down the candle light. There is always this great distance dividing them, just as the milky way joining their imagination and fantasy. He spreads out the oils that collected her perfumes, reminisces of smoothing it across her shadowed skin. Light and dark that makes tiny lit hairs back when they explored galaxies within.
She writes love affair as she lives through every word and punctuation between their exchange where energy takes off in wings of imagination and fantasy. Their story is safely told as the storyteller becomes more and more tangled in the story she so vividly crafts.
#cassaquote – 41
Truth Hurts
I couldn't breathe or fit into a growing red China.
I would never protest or speak my mind for the fear of losing the little freedom that I had, more so the safety of my love ones.
So I escaped and started restoration and healing in the land of downunder.
Now the suffocating condition returns when I witness my fellow citizens fighting for our freedom, and are under the tyranny of our elected government.
This is the most difficult realisation. I ran from a wolf to a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Earthing
lie down on the warm grass
gazing upward to the canopy
spin my palms from the centre
to the edge of the horizon
dig my toes through the green
Mother Earth
give me strength
give me energy
give me healing
give me courage
to carry on
to be human
to be whole
Aussie Mateship
Our Eyes Meet Again
I search your hollows
For the remnant of me
There's no trace of any fire ever lit
Did your sorrow rain over our love
Or did I take your soul with me
Restriction
They were once birds who knew freedom They used to migrate under the threat of predation and mortality It was worth it for the freedom and population They are pacing in this giant electric wired cage Seasons mean little to them Wings are on the verge of redundancy They don't call for each other anymore They are in it all together Birds lost their freedom We human lost our voice Soulless reality holds us in captivity Our spirit yearns for liberation Liberty is never free She stands on the foundation of blood, sweat and tears
#cassaquote – 40
Songbird
Golden dreams fill my vision
A future is awake
On a bed of promises
A feast of sweet nectar
A vantage point to serenade my love
Flicker of Thoughts 