Wednesday, March 12, 2014

mid-air waltz

"she emerged from the thin air

like a feather from the sky

the bird had long returned to its nest

the feather, now,

resting on my palm




when he speaks within a two-way communication

it reminds me about you

was it about creating an image, an idea of how you'd paint

a picture of yourself

or just truly an embodiment of a direct translation

the same plane of a different angle, you said



when he speaks to himself, intrapersonally

it reminds me about myself

how a piece of tile fall onto another, and another

how a drop of dew could cause a ripple

how peculiar could one be expanded



how can we possibly manifest a being with our differences

is this how the posterior and the anterior coagulate?

it is a product of a craftsman, ultimately ——

standards and aesthetic values set aside

though I'd prefer a touch of distinction, or maybe distortion

which was observed in him, designed




she asked if she's weird

that class of a categorical approach

I said no but she was different

less than strange but more than what capitalism creates

that sort of shadow you came across arbitrarily

and of course, I only blurted no"







after writing, left pondered






Tuesday, March 11, 2014

seek and ye shall find

clear blue skies in the morn

as windows were pushed open

got myself in tact

direct, in contact

the smell of the woods

a mild fragrance of the trees

I bathe in you, refreshed by warmth

you were there with me, though a different dimension

we were within

the same share of existence



because I was encouraged

I've decided to show you some seeds

seeds that you could plant

and grow fruits, if not flowers, if nurtured

you might not be typically fond of them, it is after all a metaphor


maybe a ball of moss, in your words

that would put the widest smile on your face

priceless



again, I feel like singing

one that I can not contain within

realization surfaced as I sync with the present

saved by honesty of my own, I was

my thoughts, regarding you


simple, they were

simple as a single measured unit

a small sigh as I recalled the sky so blue

followed by a smile




two tablespoons of brown sugar

and the sound of a sip of macchiato

we were aligned

as the stars were

I knew I've had you missed










Monday, March 10, 2014

water in an irregular triangle

hands covered with dirt

on the palms and its surface

under the nails

fingertips scratched

swelling hands in repetitive action


the wells are dried

12 foot, 16 and a 21

sources to be picked - not traceable 

with bare hands he never stopped

in desperation, he panicked 

not possibly drilled 

we all knew

but he continued

all that he is capable of



hands covered with dirt

dig to anticipate

water source, or to bury

the exhausted mind cannot tell

the action never stops



he should hope, he should jump

he shall not stop digging

irregularly, non-chronologically 


Wednesday, March 5, 2014

scraper

the heart is a citrus fruit

wrapped in a sac

a labour in silent

prayed to be taken care off


earlier today

one felt like it has been shredded, peeled

not afraid, but indeed

it ached

as I receive




an emblem I picked up

a picture

much love revolve around you

smiles, sincerity and of genuine

faces and a beaming glow

albeit your preference towards soliloquy

I admired, it stung and I remained rooted

you deserve what's best



I am alone too

not as rich

conditioned to be strong and impregnable

kindness charged, in an attempt to convert me

I am left armed, and unarmed





quietly

when nobody intrudes

I think of you and I smile

I smile










Monday, March 3, 2014

code

Can't you tell

the times he came to you in excitement

his spirit, light and lifted



how many copies of love letters he had receive

hand written

how many love songs dedicated

how many gifts declined

how much distance made clear



you are not my only one, my dear

7389



When I witness how much love you're capable of

it was receiving, calm and soft

white flower petals

less cold, less cold than our climate

I was untouchable

did I made peace with that?

Oh, untouchable

standing out is always my strength

less cold



I can tell

times he came to me with excitement

his spirit, light and lifted

it was twice

twice worth of initiation 

that is your labelled price

7389


Sunday, March 2, 2014

secret chamber

Back to your window seat

after your daily adventures

you smiled so generously

a space for you to let free

then you head back to your window seat

where I'm framed in the lower third of your composed frame

hiding in the bushes, under the clouds, 

amongst the blue

base of the sky scrappers

but traceable, always

by you





You've pierced itno my subconscious, I registered

when I could recall your image

imprinted within the landscape
of my oneiric ocean





as if you came back with a warm touch, I could discern

gently cuddled, while I sleep

you were whispering 

trying to convey

all that you refused to translate via audible decibels


you can not be naked enough to confront

to have me stabbed, even with attempts you've almost succeeded ——

with my glow

because, love

I see sunshine when I see you





I wept as I slept

knowing that I will not receive

messages you intend to leave






we are flybirds, freemen 

chained and shackled not,

yes you, and I too


maybe worthy a keep, we thought

if I have that value

if you could find me useful





Remember, love

you can murder me, if you choose to

I gave you my word

I am open, fervour

controlled and vulnerable

trustable





trustable, come what may

as you and I continue to align
















Saturday, March 1, 2014

i'll make you coffee

The universe of our creation

is filled with floating islands

spaces, image of the negative

earth, soil and water, wind,

fire

free

you and I are children of the prototypes,

who claimed whoever we want to be



We are not specimens of a written testimony

our dynamic is not a law, reproduced

but by nature of a circumstance

silent agreements sealed and sounded

a sip of melancholy -

from a ceramic teacup

I fancy our quirk, over a weekend bench






My dear,

my peculiars you have to tolerate -

       barely an eyebrow raised

were they colourless to you

were they unlovely to your perceptions

were they a chamber of reasons for your kindness to take place

I'd like to apologize

but I fear of misunderstanding and its sorts;

my quantified reactions


I fear of losing our space, once built

losing us, losing you




A sip of melancholy

I fancy our quirk, over a weekend bench