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Wednesday, 25 April 2012

  • twirly in the heart

    she learnt a word
    heart wrenching
    but she saw her t-shirt being wring in her mother's hand
    so fair, so pretty pair of hands
    not a callous, so soft and feminine..
    yet she is far from a girly girl.
    that twirly sensation in her heart
    others describe it as heartache
    some say its a broken heart
    she prefers to call it the twirly in her heart.
    at times tears are obedient
    they welled and fall
    rolling down staining her pillows
    other time tears prefer to
    remained choked at the Adam's apple
    of her throat.
    yes, you know where.
    is it love ?
    has it got to be feeling like this..
    neither warm nor safe
    doesn't feel like home to her.
    some say a heart will breaks as much as
    another would break hers
    so who's suffering from a broken heart now.
    Didn't God says HE heals all
    her heart was placed in HIS hands now..
    can HE handle.
    if HE did, then why did HE allow it to be
    aching err..
    no, twirly now.
    oh my dearest twirly heart,
    can I hold you tonight.
    I just wanted to hold you
    in my sweet embrace.
    please allow me to do
    so.
    i miss you.

Monday, 23 April 2012

  • He loves ...

    He loves brushing colors from a palette full of colors
    I am in love with being made-up
    melting into the structure of the chair together
    with my body. My bones are supported. oh !
    my neck as he playfully brushed my neck with the blusher brush.
    I saw his once kitten cats that day.
    The way he uses his finger to gently tap on his forhead
    and he'll smile shyly
    his cat pounced on the table greeting us
    making a catty entrance to be with us
    while we slurp goose and ramen .
    moving from a dimly lit living room
    to a brightly lit - high resolution lighting,
    not a single pore spared from concealing
    with his skillful strokes.
    His skills were average but
    his confidence and unwavering tenacity
    shone even brightly
    and his skills hid off behind the back drop.
    timely, gentle and his sight never
    peels off my cheeks ;
    how adoring as I enjoy the showering attention
    all to myself.
    his sight caresses
    i feel only the tip of the brushes
    as he kept a distance
    at the length of the wooden brush handle.
    I feel safe and adored in his presence.
    safely melting into the chair
    with reassuring calmness in each
    word he spoke softly to me.
    my face was beaming as light bounced off
    the reflective little specks of color dusting
    making my features defined.
    how unlikely of him to love
    an art I adore.
    oh, passion and art ,
    calmness in aggression,
    the dance of respect allowing my
    pride to relax into a bed of soft warm cushions.
    my hurt to sleep in for the entire day
    awakening to nutritious table of breakfast
    of strawberries and lots of fruits.
    my oh my,
    let this dance, passion and artful
    beauty gracefully move around
    this garden of full of roses.
    pucker up !

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

  • I love my wealth.

    " I am blessed with the wealth of life
    I am blessed with the wealth of feeling
    I am blessed with the wealth of eye sight
    I am blessed with the wealth of hearing
    I am blessed with the wealth of the ability to smell
    I am blessed with the wealth of taste
    I am truly blessed with a wealth of senses... Thank you God for giving me this
    wealth... for it is the Greatest gift I can receive. "

    I love more and I am more grateful now.
    I am going easy with my wrinkles now.
    Not to frown, not to scrunch my brows..
    perfect smooth face now.
    I have a wealthy looking face and so is the money in my bank !

Saturday, 07 April 2012

  • a sandwich heart

    her heart now feels
    eggs and mayonnaise
    tuna and mayonnaise
    tomato sliced, cucumber, onions,
    and olives too.
    pickles !
    while the bread holds
    them all together
    cheesing them in
    gluing them pieces
    and pieces together
    to make a sandwich
    little pieces
    together taste so good.
    the ideal blend of aromas
    textures, colors and juicy too.
    flavorful, yes.
    bread oh bread,
    cheese me now,
    without you
    for my pieces
    falls
    away yet individual
    ingredient stands
    and hold perfection
    in itself.
    an egg, a tomato, a cucumber
    an onion, a olive, a pickle.
    neither sliced or chopped
    each stand whole and complete.
    this is how she feels
    right now.
    maybe cheesing in a bread feels warm, chummy and safe
    colorful, exciting and even delightful.
    a sandwich heart
    do you understand ?

Thursday, 29 March 2012

  • Man's world. Mother Nature.

    There are only 2 species of a kind.
    Man and women.
    Common denominator is two.
    Ratio is always 1 : 1
    Put the together, it always works to give another one of the
    two species of the 'a kind'
    and the ratio always remains 1 : 1
    this is always true.
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    Other kinds. Animals. Mammals.
    Variety of kind of 2 species.
    Male and female.
    Where the kinds never mix, neither will they work together.
    If ever a lion and a deer mates, will there be a new birth ?
    Madagascar will tell us soon, in good hope.
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    Humans would soon feel shamed, embarrassed
    for we have intruded so much into the lives of
    other kinds living in Mother Nature.
    Polished walls, partitions, rooms, doors,
    floor and a roof made a habitat for us.
    The other kinds so forgiving, so lovingly
    gives their space and sacrifice their lives
    for our living. Human are only a kind.
    Be grateful to other kinds who have all
    made it possible for our human kind
    to thrive.
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    Should there be a war.
    Should there be peace to be made.
    John Lennon ? Or Yoko Ono ?
    fighting for peace.
    Nuclear Submit ?
    Where the animals pray silently
    and the trees fulfills its given duty
    a tree never complains of boredom
    neither it thrives to be outstanding..
    its giving nature run in its stems.
    its forgiving kindness and endurance
    in spirit giving us cooling shelter
    and fruits and flowers too.
    Will we repent ?
    Will we make peace finally.
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    In this man's world.
    Where decision pleaded to be made.
    In this man's world.
    What have we become for your
    birth to this man's world
    given you the entitlement to be
    of power, status and decisions,
    will we make peace with other kinds.
    we only are of a kind with 2 species.
    there are a variety of kinds
    together with us,
    they do not speak, they do not fight..
    they let live and let god
    they surrender fully to their live.
    What are you to do now ?