#cassaquote – 37

Optimism is a practice.
Gratitude is a decision.
Forgiveness is a choice.
I am in control.

Sibling Love

The father has two children.
He loves the first born more.
He loves them the same.

The first born is spoiled.
She has been given many and many are asked of her.
She knows her father's love is a golden ticket.
She is wild and prideful ignoring her father's chastisement.

The other child does not show love or compassion toward her.
Instead, critisies her out of jealousy and self righteousness.

The father is in deep grief. All he ever wanted is for his children to love him and love one another.


Writer's note:
This is a tale inspired by Israel and the Gentiles.


Waste

I was walking 
in idle steps
down the park
brown grass 
dry wind

A woman 
with grey hair
wearing plastic bags
to keep warm
laughing
mumbling
in her own
merry world

Why am I
so sad
so depressed
got out of
a warm bed
in snug clothes

I keep walking
aimlessly
to nowhere
but following 
the woman
She suddenly
becomes
my focal point
and the only 
highlight
I can recall
in my pethetic
expired life

Antidote

Fear
You are a bully
and a big fat liar

Your propaganda runs wild
in broad daylight

You deprive us of our well-being
by cutting us out of human contact
in the name of false safety

We are united by love
standing in our spirit of power
with sound minds
to fight you
to cast you down

Fear
crawl back to your master
down on the ground
into eternal darkness

Ocean

Finally I am with you again
You seem angry
Howling wind on a sunny day
I don't demand warm embrace
It is enough for me
to breathe in your scent
to be wrapped around by your emotions
Being with you
every particle of me
becomes alive

Going Coo coo

When the world is behaving manic
My world is surely shaken
So if you'll excuse me 
I have a little acting out to do
To calm my ecstatic sanity

Jesus

In the dead of the night
I sank to the bottom of the ocean
Bound by the tentacles of grief
Muted and suffocated
You cradled me with all you are
All my sorrow, frantic struggle
Released into pearly tears
Warm on my cheeks
I rose to put on the garment of praise
worshiped to the heavenly place

Sickle Moon

You are smiling and walking away
in sheer soulless delight
The day soon turns into night
hindering my footsteps from chasing you
into the horizon cloaked in twilight
I memorise your laughter as the wind chime 
transmitting me to you on the ebony land