RHYME OR VERSE
I am in an open relationship with 5 countries,
Mornings, I breath in the green plains of Netherlands,
I shop n eat, eat n shop endlessly in china,
I wish to clandestinely meet my old flame in Australia,
I save my evening walks in languid museums, roam a lot, in rome
I sleep many night dreaming of my family n frendz back home.
I fear i’ll never find ultimate peace no matter where I am, I will miss someone or something.
I am learning and becoming complete; Yet so many days where I’m nowhere at all.
My mind and geographical location spin past each other like those Las Vegas slot machines.
And when they line up, I look around and spin again.
Greedy, i want to bring them all together at one place,poly-game-us
Some days I write blog posts,………and some days are spend mulling over my artist friend’s vacant canvas or another’s tea n tattoo fetish,
worry about the one who is stuck with a manuscript,
turmoil with her characters’ dark persona
or the one who’s busy seducing her man,
she wants a baby girl.
Don’t get me wrong,
It is rather exciting to
have a brain workout with friends’ issues,
than my own, beaten twisted struggles.
This was a friendspiration week. No regrets!
To pastures new
James Guthrie 1882
Somedays I am there ready, smiling,
like a prelude to the onset of a melodious symphon,
every chord of me knows it feels the rhythm of it.
Somedays I have melancholy thoughts
strange spaces in my mind
like I don’t belong to the hour nor the place.
There is though
a self-sufficing power in aloneness,
while I fill the vacant spaces
become stronger in these interludes.
Ballerina
Oil painting by Rick Rotante
Contrary to what you may believe
or give examples of me so cool and free,
in actuality is, objectively putting
unharvested anxiety and brain acid oozing
like branches of a tree.
Hours never enough, works left undone
imagination and will running in their own spree,
brilliance caged, at a place of no outlet
no substance, not even context to disagree.
Interiors convulsing, entangled
ideas breeding like a crazed queen bee,
negotiating with the passions , mellow down
to bring forward only the decent, that’s a guarantee.
Pauses in the studio, are
different to other kind of pauses
contemplative, thoughtful , long or
short bouts of reflection.
stretch those limbs for renewed energy
grace the mind to dream a life
heart fluffed with new passion
a chosen separation to refine the soul.
PAUSES
HAIKU
by Shal
I used to be nice
now I don’t see a reason
to scrape and bruise myself.
I ve been contemplating
reflecting actually, a lot
not like I ve discovered anything new.
Same voice, same harangue
for the 1023rd time, maybe an exaggerated
number, how does it matter
shameless is shameless.
Stop procrastinating, start working,
clean palette, squeeze, mix, smear, go onn….
basically, I may end up
never getting my act together; yet
I am your little canary , the brilliant timbrado ,
my song like water notes – droplets, or flowy,
a’times bubbling high tones,
forever sweet and guileless.
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