Returned Order

In the yellow sky there are blue scattered thoughts of him.

Little dusts simmer whirling together shaping cotton candy fogs and clouds. Twinkling dots are the archer of the south; who is waiting patiently aiming to Apollo's charriot. If he could be shot down and tied up inside fogs and clouds for a while, perhaps there would be enough time for Gaia to return the long missed order in her chaotic bosom.

Then there would be no longer scattered thoughts of him in the yellow sky.

drip

A vast white tundra in my shelves. It's crowded yet it's also empty. It sprouts more than the speed of light, cramming and depriving at the same time. Very white and pure black. Beginning and end. Courage and fear. Holiness and sin. A vast white tundra clogging my drainage. It's jammed and starts leaking...
I am leaking a vast white tundra to the floor.

They are me

I rise up to the smell of hot coffee in the morning
I jump in glee seeing my long lost friend coming towards me
I hide myself behind a cupboard, afraid of my mother when I get bad grade in school
I have to hush up my tummy when I see chocolate-banana-pancakes in the cafeteria
I start to sing along when I hear my favorite song on the radio
and sing la la la when I forget the text
I panic when I don't finish my test on time and the teacher's already waiting
for me right next to where I sit
I frown when I cook for my father and he twitches his face while gulping his first bite telling me
how good it tastes
I pull up my blanket to cover my face when the morning sunshine tries to wake
me up too early
I cry when I fall down and get a bleeding knee
I laugh out loud when watching The Three Stooges

O how delightful it is being common

Keep Busy Don't Look Back Program

A friend of mine introduced me to a program for brokenhearted people. Perhaps it sounds silly at first, but if you're giving it a second (or third, or maybe also fourth...) thought, it is thousand miles away from where silliness dwells. She calls it "The Keep Busy Don't Look Back Program". I guess we don't need further explanations as to extract the hidden meaning from this extremely complicated concept.

She tried to recruit me as a member in this self help group of hers. The great thing about joining the group is that, you are not attached to it. You just have to get on with your life, be yourself and dump your horrible past. Even she --the founder and self pronounced leader of the group-- has forgotten why and how she started this program on the first place. You see how excellent it is.... She is so very busy that she doesn't have time to look back and already forgot her terrible broken heart and her brokenhearted people's club.... Or is it merely partial amnesia?

Well anyway, it's high time for me to take my wand out and cry, "cor reparo!"

Enchantment

O, Hail to guardian of the tower of the south!
I invoke thee!

Advance towards my shivering core
grant me thy dominion
to conquer the unconquered
defeat the undefeated

Hail to the guardian of the tower of the south!
I invoke thee!

Resemblances

Fire

Keeps you warm in cold nights. You can read your favorite treasury of love poems ("I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach...") and smile to the dancing yellow covering you closely with its comforting warmth. You can lay yourself on the rug looking at your shadow on the ceiling; at the way it moves playfully joking with the tune of Puck's flickering melodies. You can throw a glance outside the window, watching and eavesdropping the rain making love to the damp earth while sipping your second cup of hot china tea.

Fire

burns you in the flame of passion. Its kisses tingle every nooks and crannies of your hand-crafted body. It introduces you to the world of blazing skies, where every hue glows radiantly together with clouds and stars; pacing with great speed, jumping, frolicking with your willful desire. It blasts you off so high so that you burst out to tears exulting the glory of your love.

Fire

annihilates you into a heap of cold cinder. Grace is something it's not familiar with. It won't stop ravaging until it has gotten your roots and seed in its inflaming cussedness..., until it is sure that you're entirely nullified, scourged, plundered; into just a heap of cold cinder.


Speaking of fire.

Unfit

Look at them displaying their smiles!

Exhibition of happiness takes place in the very picture, embedded by the green harmony of the nodding trees. Doubts don't have the slightest chance to take shape in its impending occurence; not in this image. Frown would be a disgrace to the sunny day, tear would ruin the tuneful melody of the exuberant colors of nature. They don't fit in. Don't fit.

So brace yourself up! Take control!
The lights are on, the blowers are on place, the camera is ready. There is no left space for imperfect emotions. Let them be e-motions caught in a bi-dimensional painting, freezed up in a frame from the same dimesion.

No place for flaws; so cut the erose leaf and put it away!

Inside and Out

My goodness gracious! Ugh... It is when your blood whirls swiftly to the brain, like lightning bolt racing with thunder to the earth; making you shudder because of the sudden cold that stings every single hair grows on your body. Ugh! Some kind of nausea blots the safeguard of your stomach, giving the taste of raw salty sea mollusk in the mouth of your throat. You just don't know if you have to stand up and talk or stay underground wincing making grimaces to communicate to goblins in their subway tunnels. Ugh....

A friend is a relief, more friends are a rejoice!

A kiss and an embrace are just not good enough to utter your bliss!

Your toilet is waiting. You're just so glad you can eventually go inside and discard your waste overkill out.

Ahhh....

A Mistake?

trust
Giving someone a second chance when there is actually not any available
trust
Laying down your arms short after a truce
trust
Believing the good will and nature of a person regadless of his crimes
trust

Because:
I love you still I regret my stupidity I need your love
I have learned so much from my mistakes I realize the big worth of your love
I love you more than before
I would never do you wrong anymore I would be at your side
There is nothing going on anymore between me and her
I don't want to see her again and I don't want to have her in this city ever again
I did not love her I just loved the image of her she treated me cruel It was a dream turned into a nightmare
I know how you are I am accepting every condition you have got
I know now that you are the one for me please give me the second chance and I will show you that this time I mean it for real
I am going to give my best to do everything right
now there is only you in my heart and nothing can change that and this time it is for always
I am different now

But then:

You can't compell someone to give you his heart
Now I know why she did that, I can understand her better and thus I love her more
There are so many things in common between me and her
everybody deserves a second chance
I don't know what I want I am so empty I am lost in my life
I love her still I feel sorry for her
I want to offer her my friendship
I think I will give her an overnight stay at my place; oh, no! You can't come here during her visit
I can not tell her that I have chosen you I don't want to hurt her
I don't want to hurt you
I love you both
If I can I want to marry both of you
why can't you understand me? You are becoming a cruel person now
save your sarcasm for yourself! I want to think everything over
I don't know if I love you I have to decide what's best for me
I choose you my brain says to choose you my heart tells me to have her
can we stop talking about this? I am tired of it!
I am different now


What do you know about trust?