To Experience IT

When all else fails

Don’t try to possess

Make the best of what you have

And leave it to Destiny

To give you what’s yours

Because what you have

Is always Just Enough

If you’re still standing

If you’re still able to squeeze out a smile; heck! Even a laugh — watching a child giggle innocently, or a cat, Just Being ITSelf.

Why is it so hard for us to accept ourselves Just the way we are? With whatever we have?

With all the love and care we draw out from our nearest ones; we know we have IT! We know we have IT ALL. That’s ALL we need.

The IT I refer to is LOVE. Love is God and God is Love. And if you are a particle of God, you are the God-particle. We each of us hold God within us. God is our conscience; our present is a Gift from God. Cherish it. Live but also Believe.

Should I give a *?

A part of me feels like I owe

But not to you

To myself

I owe it to me

To reap what I sow

So you dream of me

I don’t

I slip into nothingness

Surprised to wake up

Alive, I guess

I’m not that old me

I know I’ve changed

You need to move on

Leave me be

I’m deranged.

Living in Recall

He touched her this morning

Or was it the warm sheets?

His musky scent hovered

Just as she discovered

Her diary open at his entry.

Memories recalled

Are memories relived.

We find relief, we find solace

Make the good ones recur

Push the worst b’low surface.

As she turned the pages

She recalled the depths

The tight togetherness

A shared exclusivity

A fuse-bonded entity.

They were a pair

Born from despair

Having a common ground

They’d stuck around

With an air of ‘we don’t care’.

Till the day they spiralled

Out of control, unravelled

In pieces broken

Shaken, unspoken

Words kill, actions tell.

Per Zap Shun

I wrinkle my nose in disgust

When I think of someone I mistrust

How to pretend harmony?

Why toe the line?

Do I deserve this? Is this fine?

I see the glass half-full

The glass belongs to me

You see it as half empty

You need new glasses

Just leave mine be!

Content I am, strange I’ll be

It’s my life, just leave me be

Arrived alone, I’ll go alone

Weigh anchor, sails unfurled

Follow Me Fate, my Destiny!

A Dick Ted

No sinews

No facial hair

No body odour

You’re not even fair

But the chocolate of your skin

Your long lashed eyes

Your firm but gentle lips

Evoke my moans and cries

I wait with bated breath

For a glimpse of you

Can’t believe it’s happening

Are you real? Is this true?

Just won

If you’ve won even one soul’s trust

Loved one with no expectations

Given of yourself with no hesitation

You’ve earned your own respect

Sow good

That’s how I feel… so good

As you sow, so shall you reap

From a sapling to a tree

From a bonnet with the bee

The synapses grunt in glee

You wanna flee? Feel free

Go bananas, they’re getting fewer

Orchids? Now that’s a clever

Way to break my rhythm

Breathe ‘em, breathe deep

Don’t weep, you’re strong

Sweep it away, you creep

It’s dark, your soul

Did we lose it? Are we cool?

Naomi

When your back is against the wall

There will I be

Having your back

Not because you have mine

But because…

Do you really need a

A raison d’être

A reason, a purpose

A life of love

Of caring

Of giving

Of living

Life

It comes once

It goes once

Betwixt the pain and pleasure

We spend it

Riding the storms

Together

Till that once

When it fades away

Like the ethereal

That brings out your animal

The beast within

Brought out by the beasts without

Clamouring for favour

Fervour, flavour

Slaver… savour this moment

Slave… you’re not a knave

Be brave, be strong

You come alone you go alone

Carpe diem!

Complain much?

A typical phone conversation with me usually went like this:

“How are you doing?”

“Can’t complain.”

I’ve recently changed the response to: “Won’t complain”.

Why? You ask.

Well… I realised saying you can’t complain suggests you want to but for some reason can’t. Also, if, and when, you do complain, you sign a non-verbal agreement to listen to the asker’s complaint/s. This typically ends up with each one feeling their problems are bigger and more serious in comparison to the other’s – much like penis-envy, but the other way around. Not sure that makes sense. But… you get what I’m saying.

Not really a New Year’s resolution. And thus far, my response of “won’t complain” has me delighted at their response. Might even constitute the innards of another blog entry some day.