Saturday, January 31, 2015

Alice skipped

for 12 hours, red rouge stained her lips

a day Alice gets to be lost

trip and fall

dust and gold

there is no goal, but vague painted shapes and sequences

whatever comes, I embrace

whatever counts, all picked


Alice created a coded zone

for visitors of the same wave length

sometimes they speak in a most familiar language

sometimes - not meant to be decoded


there was no dishonesty

there was nothing to be shunned, nor shy off

this endless flow of fountain

I love generosity, I remembered

the abundance of fuel that pumped me

up to the sky

up, up to the sky



for I am blessed, when I count what's gained

when you don that glow you walk out with

all things beautiful will be attracted

as you emit light in abundance








Wednesday, January 14, 2015

concave

We despise the norms of what is written in the society contract

individuality, a less celebrated content

relationships defined within a hollowed core



Low moans and a dried socket,

I searched for you, high and low



An evil game, we played

false smiles unleashed

false intentions

a package we sell

where lands our form of freedom?



Shall we recall

how sweet the scent tasted

the morning when the birds chirped

those little details you capture

when time stood still

when all seems to precious to pass



like how we'd kiss goodbye

yes, kiss goodbye