memory of the perfume now faded
the thin chance of recollection
dies with a determined will
an unseen, unknown future of love
with another sensation of perfume
will be just fine
head buried in her breast
memory of the perfume now faded the thin chance of recollection dies with a determined will an unseen, unknown future of love with another sensation of perfume will be just fine
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Under the distant moon
where rain cannot hide you and I embrace kissing, hugging, touching blind to passers by who stare who cares outside is cold but we are burning! .Relaxed, unprepared
going to the den the beasts almost ate me just because I thought they loved me. Hurt, scratched came back disillusioned wearing the broken cloak reminding me of the fierce. Must be better equipped mind organised to face that at home and those beasts. Sick, mania, unsteady mood I'm accused of no one but myself can prove I'm not not even the man who sleeps, eats, walks, living with me supports me is it simply he closes his eyes, shuts his ears or doesn't want to admit what he sees, what he listens in me. stupid tears
weakness exposed confused thoughts have taken me over stale situation not going anywhere or I'm greedy running too quickly it's not about acceptance acceptance of old age old age that brings incovenience inconvience I say brought about by alchemy alchemy can be discarded discarded by living a fulfilled life a life of positiveness positiveness not accepted as a cure my mind's energy burnt
a mortal physique has limits but there is always the next round the third, the fourth… when vision broadens inspiration renews the ordinary is universally accepted as the norm out of it costs sufferings but I enjoy outside the norm it takes me jumping into the wild when my mind travels with no limits the ecstasy of seamlessness a gold harvest
shining under sky born of nature an easy yearning heart |
AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |