The phases

The phases


Today you’re here
Tomorrow you’re there
Change the constant that rules our lives
The real struggle is adjusting and all hail to those who have mastered this art
Realize that your attitude at any stage is what matters most
And there’s always a ray of light intertwined with the madness
So it’s your choice to see it or not
But the phases…the phases…they will continue until we breathe our last.

There where nomads rest

There where nomads rest


If I fall down, carry me on your shoulders and place me steadily at the feet of a dormant volcano, maybe the fire in your soul will cause raw lava to flow into my weak bones and ignite my wings to fly above the mountains. 
If I lose myself, save me a seat by your side, where our synergy breaks the ice and we get drunk in each other’s love as we watch the sun retire for the night.
If I fall in love with you, promise to brand my name on your heart like a tattoo as you fall off a cliff in love with me while we dance hand in hand, step by step into the day after forever, there where nomads rest.

Meredith…

Meredith…


I met a girl once, Meredith, pretty face, big brown eyes, curly black hair, petite, fit. I don’t remember exactly why but the moment I saw her I felt like I knew her, her deepest secrets. Her smile reminded me of wildflowers by the river bank, petals fallen onto the water floating, living away. The aura to her on that day was unique, it smelled of jasmine and lavender blended, made into the perfect scent. Do auras have a scent? She spoke words but I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t read her lips from afar either. As she passed by me the air around her sent my thoughts flying on wings, she walked hastily, I tried to keep up with her but then she took a bend and a couple seconds later she was gone like a flash, it was like she disappeared into the night lights. Frustration hit me like a bullet. 3 years have gone by and her scent lingers within my nostrils. Meredith, what is your name? Who are you? Meredith, yes that’s the name I chose for you. Wherever you are, If you’re reading this, how do you feel today?

gods

gods


You set my soul on fire and as it burns, the smoke like lavender soothes my eyes, causing them to grow wet and shed streams of joy that flow to water my heart. You take me to mars and right there as we swim in space, I breathe in the air we share into my lungs and like ecstasy it pleasures my brain boosting my dopamine, causing my lips to crack into a smile that will last a lifetime in your heart. You are me and I am you and we are the Universe with a small g. 

Picture source; Kazuya Akimoto art museum

The day of the red rose

The day of the red rose


I asked the one who loves me about the day of the red rose
But he played it down, dismissing it as not worthy
He said; it makes no sense to worship the gods of love on a day designated by myths
He said; what is there to prove? It’s just a day, you know I love you
And my heart sank, not from his words blunt or to me as ice 
But because all my life I’ve never felt the rush of love on this day
I’ve never known what it feels like to be treated like a Queen god and gifted gifts of chocolates and flowers or things material
So for you who gets a rose today
Be happy, be grateful, for some of us who are taken will not feel the love on a high today, the day of the red rose.

Happy Valentine’s Day guys!!! Spread love not hate. 

Shadow boxing

Shadow boxing


Sadly everyone’s caught up in a trap
Fighting fears, wrestling demons
The smiling faces worn as masks, hiding stains of tears and blood
But the truth remains that we will do this until we pass on
One phase after another until we breathe out last
Strength not to win but to endure when we lose is what we pray for
The hope is to prepare ourselves, shadow boxing, until we meet again

Let it go

Let it go


Some battles will forever be lost
Some hopes will be dashed against the rocky seas 
Some dreams may never become reality no matter how many sleepless nights you’ve sacrificed
Some days will bring you to tears and caress like a lullaby till you fall asleep
Some days will be blue, and purple and a new hue of hurt
Some words will pierce like a knife and the past will burn for a while
But slowly…slowly, on a day such as this you will awaken and time will heal your soul 
But first, feel it, embrace it and with the waves, let it go.

Image by Lucy Roberts

Maybe

Maybe


Love; she will find you
Set your soul on fire 
And watch you burn to the ground.

Maybe the distance between our minds 
Is longer than the length of time
Maybe the shadows are the real us
Maybe the dog days are over

But Fly…baby fly….
Spread your wings, as you soar in my skies
Set yourself free first, die to be alive