Filed under: L.ove, Rhyme & Riddle | Tags: Love, quote, relationships, romance
I read an excerpt today, and it struck a chord within me.
“Every day and night I want to see you and be with you. Yet I have no feeling of selfish ownership or jealousy,” he writes in one undated letter.
“Let’s go for a long ride Sunday; let’s go to the mountains weekends; let’s read books in front of fires; most of all, let’s really grow together and find the happiness we know is ours.”
I woke up next to you, the morning sun streaming in
Us huddled beneath the covers, toes and fingers entwining
Would this be the future, or a moment fleeting
Perhaps…likely…”I will consider”…baby don’t leave me hanging
Sleep in your eyes, a hint of a smile
Relaxed, at peace, come honey, just a little while
Why do I keep guessing what you are doing,
Why do I keep seeking what you are hiding?
Why do I read you like I read Twitter,
Like a stranger that knows you not any better?
Through love and confidence I skip through the days
While at the bottom of my heart I feel, come what may.
It sucks, it stings, it hurts like a bee got me
Yet it’s amazing, it’s crazy, it’s love (could it be?)
I miss, I crave, I soar on highs and fall into lows
I don’t settle, I thrive – on extremes of joy and sorrow.
Filed under: Rhyme & Riddle, Two Cents' Worth | Tags: new year, reflections, thoughts
6 months later, I’m back dusting off cobwebs off my blog.
6 months later, I’m home wiping off the dust that has settled on my shelves.
6 months later, I’m at another cross-junction
Reconsidering; thinking; weighing options; hesitating at the leap forward.
It is the new year, 12 years past the millenium. Every year is a reflection, of my achievements and my life’s milestones. Too often time has flown by without my knowledge, when I was too busy running the rat race to fully appreciate what I can offer to myself. Where’s the music, the prose, the words that spin the yarn of life? Where’s my time, my soul, my hideout where inspiration flows?
So what’s 2012? A planned year, a charted path. An unexplored territory within the depths of my heart. The usual routine, challenges and hurdles, some wonderful memories, some painful ones. A dive into cold spring waters, penning my own chapter, riding my own wave.
Lost in the storm of words,
The screaming wind I hardly heard
Trashing, tossing, crumbling within
My calm demeanor, a mere front I spin.
The seasons have changed, the clock hands whirl
Towards the future, our lives they constantly swirl
We take in the beauty, the euphoria of our current state
Lost in the whirlwind of new, fresh and exciting of late.
The torrent of tears, they runneth over
Unleashing the fury, frustration – better take cover
Anguish grips and clenches its angry knuckle
I wince for your pain, while I choke up a chuckle.
On bended knees, a prayer whispered
Dear God, of inner strength and peace
Of loving nearness, of continued faith
The miracle of healing in Jesus name.
Amen.
We speak a thousand words a week, but our bodies spell a million more a day.
A raised eyebrow, the slightest twitch of the lips, wrinkling of noses, fingers tapping, teeth grinding. A shift of my body – towards, away from – arch of my back, a wink. Too many.
.
A lack of smile. A peck on the lips. Your hands do not meet mine when I rest them on your knee.
My heart hurts, my smile remains frozen…you do not see.
.
A genuine grin. Smile lines crinkle. Your eyes followed my smile to you. We part our ways.
My lips remain curled..upwards. I pause, mid-step..and continued my gait, knowing we’ll meet again.
.
Words from a poet are like the dance of my fingers on your back.
Peace flows through me to you, connected by arms enveloping your fragile soul.
We lie side by side, not touching, just breathing. Yet you sleep deep tonight.
Much unspoken, but felt through the silence of the night.
Filed under: Rhyme & Riddle
In relation to listing this once-private sanctuary to become a tinted window to my life, I quote the lyrics below:
When I behold the starry skies
Filled with countless blinking eyes
Shining forth their glorious light
Glittering jewels burning bright
May your beams relect in me
Clear and smooth as icy sea
Feelings pure shall ever be
A flawless crystal deep within
My heart enlarging ever so
My love swells like yeast in dough
Receiving the best in every man
Forgiving wrong as much as I can
Walking on this new found way
In a world as bright as day
I choose to see in human nature
The beauty I’ll always treasure
Thus my simple soul shall seek
A pasture peaceful and meek
Gentle wind carresses my face
That tranquil world I find solace
Writing for myself matters no more – that can go into a Pandora Box to be safely stored away into the depths of my C drive. Writing for readers drives a fresh motivation to focus and “provide”. More importantly, it allows me to understand the nature of my work a litle better, hopefully, through such public listings and dwellings in Facebook and other social networking sites.
Scary, almost!
I rush home from work to go home to a room not my own
2 single beds, not a queen-sized for my weary bones
No solitude, no quiet moments, no chance to enjoy my “alone”
Despair, desperation…drove me away from home
“Talk to me!” so you said
But all I want to do is to lie in bed
That I can’t, everything else said
Where’s my room, my space, my haven that was never made?
Work is now 12 hours of my daily life
Perhaps you could have noticed the lack of zest and jive
Down and under, into more stress I dive
Back off, please, let me live my life.
Filed under: Rhyme & Riddle
When tempers flare and doors slam shut
I rage, I hate, I wrench my gut
You tried, you knocked, you wanted to talk
All I did was to cut you short
Alone you were all in that space
Wishing, hoping for a soul for solace
You called, you waited, you hoped I’ll return
And all I did was to let you burn
You wondered what you did was worth in the past
Sufferance, ridicule, mocking from all
Strength you drew from your closest kin
And all I do is to throw it all in the bin
The feeling of love you yearn so much
The guilt I feel when I can’t do as such
Your happiness, your life, you place it in my hands
I tremble, I cry, it slips away in the sands
I really didn’t mean it that way
Fear, expectations and pride kept me at bay
It is time I place my ego aside and say
Mum, I love you, every single day.
What happens to the storms in my internal self
Self-depreciating issues, self-doubt in its full fury?
Nothing like that should ever dwell
Too long, turbulent, deepening my misery.
With you it’s eternal calm and peace with myself
No questions, no doubts, simply warm and fuzzy
I wish for a lifetime of this and you – yourself
A simple feeling that spins me dizzy.
Why did I succumb to those who think I cannot love
Why did I believe those who see me as cynical
Why did I hole myself in to gaze at those above
When all it took was you to show me it is this simple.
Time at a standstill, we waltz to our own rhythm and sound
“When girl loves boy, and boy loves girl,
Their feet don’t touch the ground.”
Filed under: Rhyme & Riddle
I pray thee tell
The play of politics
Wish me well
Whilst I dwell
In the dungeon of pathetics
They say one thing
And swear upon the other
Little did they realise they ain’t advancing
They live in their airs
They dictate like its their flair
(of course it is!)
But remain blind to their utterings
We see day turn to dusk
Sometimes not, while we slave at our tasks
Lunch-ins, dinner takeaways
Sometimes MacDonalds, sometimes sambal stingrays.
I pray thee tell
The meaning of “work-life balance”
Is there any? Your eyes deny in silence
Weekends are to chill
But here you are still
Slogging brainlessly through your pile of press releases.
Filed under: Rhyme & Riddle
Dreamy eyes,
Parted lips,
That dimple on thy cheek.
Smile lines,
Cascading locks,
The contact that I seek.
Softly, gently
Exploring, hovering,
That tingle, the shiver,
Hold thy breath,
Whilst I linger.
You made me forget,
The troubles I had,
The devils I have tucked away.
You calm my soul,
Amidst storms that unfold,
Whilst I stand in winds that blow.
Love the way your body is
Love the way it moves like this
Love how your body sways
Walkin’ dancin’ groovin’ by the day
ALAS IN THE SKINNY WORLD
SIZE SIXES AND TWIGGY LEGS BEHOLD
THERE’S NO PLACE FOR THE BIG AND BOLD
WE ARE BANISHED TO STARES SO COLD
Watch how those waves flow
From head, down the neck splaying those shoulders they go
Wispy strands of locks that tease
Tantalize, seduce with such ease
ALAS IN THE SKINNY WORLD
SIZE SIXES AND TWIGGY LEGS BEHOLD
THERE’S NO PLACE FOR THE BIG AND BOLD
WE ARE BANISHED TO STARES SO COLD
Hazel eyes reflect her soul within
Only a hint, perhaps too serene
Enigma is all she could give
To the curious, it is not what it seems.
WHY DOTH THE CATWALKS OF GLAMOUR
HAVE NO TOLERANCE FOR ANYTHING MORE THAN A 25″-ER
WHY AM I STANDING IN A WORLD WHERE
MACDONALDS, CHEESEFRIES AND PRATA ARE NOT MY IDEAL FARE
IS THIS THE WAY ITS GONNA BE
OF CONTEMPT, OF ANGST, OF OBSESSIVE DIETING
OF GYM MEMBERSHIPS, OF CALORIE COUNTING
Perhaps not, that was just me “thinking”.
