Proliferating,
wild mushrooms sprouting–
rampant everywhere.
A face turned ugly–
preaching from the high pulpit,
blocking my entry!
When did you return
to trade the shade of my skin
as new currency?
Wearing your disguise,
subtle words to exclude me–
A sinister wind
blowing recklessly,
depreciating my worth
as you bluster in.
I will not rejoin–
sink to your brand of hate speech,
this yields no profit.
Rather I appeal
to restore the dignity
of martyrs and slaves.
Arrest this backward thief!
A room full of pearls
The wisdom of many years
A mountain of gifts
A snug cosy chair
With warm words cuddling the air
Comfort waiting there
My vision impaired
I stumbled and did not see
Love waiting for me
The sun streamed in
Lighting up a splendid display
Gratitude’s delight
Another step further
Into a dark sacred room
You welcomed me in
Then my tears flowed
When you opened your arms
And consoled me
Then I heard your voice:
Always go within
To figure it out
I am always here
Whenever you are in need
Just remember this–
I send you little miracles everyday!
I know the yearning feelings of you.
I know your hunger to feel heard,
Wishing your dreams would come true,
To take flight and feel free as a bird.
I know the longings of your heart,
I know how years may seem wasted,
You ache to make a fresh start
Instead of new words, cut and pasted.
I know in choices you feel trapped.
I know loneliness, when you’re not alone,
When it seems your life is already mapped
And dark nights feeling on your own.
I know how desperately you seek the light
I know how conflicting it is, searching for more!
As sun steadily rises, new hope is closer in sight!
Our eyes vigilantly waiting for a new opening door.
I’ve learnt that choices, I alone must make.
Not so easy when roads fork, only one I must take!
The carousel has turned
Full circle once more
The scenery has changed
The flowers now rearranged
Some petals have scattered
Lost carelessly in the wind
But here is another season
To sow and harvest again
Like fine wine, it was a very good year
But the very best, can cost you dear
So I’m searching new favorite blends
Need to catch up on the latest trends
Time has come to recant and decant
So I raise my glass to another great year
I can smell the fresh fragrance in the air
I feel the breeze as it blows through my hair
And if I should stumble in the midst of it all
I believe that you’ll be there to break my fall
I cannot take your pain
Since I would be a thief
To take what isn’t mine
You do not need my crime
I cannot hear your groans
In midnight’s silent breaths
That grow loud in your head
As Sleep stands you up again
I cannot taste the last drops
Of the bottle, your sole mate
Though I wish I could know
What your thirst feels like
I cannot stop your crying
Or know the river’s source
But as you climb the mountain
And it starts to get steeper…
Know that it will descend
When you get to the other side
the torrential rush–
the merging of two rivers
caught in collision,
tumbling, falling,
submerged and subsumed–
then the stream faltered
into a trickle,
leaving only the salt
of tears long dried out.
sometimes
the bouy bobs and drifts,
still afloat
in a small pond.
She catches a sob,
wiping the lonely tear
before it falls for him
again.
ethereal light–
your distance tonight
rides the back of Winter’s chill
yet in your fullness
is the womb’s promise–
deliverance of a beating pulse
why then this feeling?
this desolation and doom–
weighing heavily in the dark
as you rise in the heavens–
spread your nurturing warmth
to those whom you have given birth
swaddle them gently–
nurse them with your loving care
and as you lay them down to sleep
dispose of their wasted fears…
It’s like a magical trick
When I type, then you click
When you suddenly cross my mind
Your puzzle messages I find
Trapped in your own juxtaposition
You fire your blank ammunition
Straight at my simmering heart
Confessional-stained ink in your art
You want to leave, but keep returning
For the love you are still yearning
I know how conflicted you’re feeling
Because that same love has me reeling
I’m still trying to find my own way
Uncertain if you should return and stay
It’s the aura of love that magnetizes
And soul’s longing that hypnotizes
In my shades of violet and blue
I’m still here love– waiting for you…
But you’ll need to calibrate the dark shades
That you flaunt in dazzling white charades
I see your true colours…
A promise to myself
that I just cannot keep
to walk away or turn the other cheek
or stop day-dreaming. Then it starts again
Always
It’s that subtle lilt within your voice
your tongue-twist of carefully crafted words
that scintillating, sliding glance
and there I go again, unravelling
Always
Then you’re feeling me
like I’m feeling your magnetic pull
like magic, you suddenly appear
Your pockets filled with tricks
Always
My head and heart cannot agree
about where I ought to be
but before I change my mind
I’m in your arms entwined
Always
It’s that old devil called love again
Always
Still here
My heart beats for you
Red throbbing until it bursts
Spreads its map across your path
Even as you would race ahead
You come back to find your bed
Still here
I wait patiently for you
Orange fire flaming and burning
Lighting every corner of the land
Greeting you with a bright new day
Aroused, my love for you here to stay.
Still here
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