How much of the visible
Do we really understand
Really deciphering
What’s happening around us
Or, do we take a clue from past
Of what we knew
And try to link it with present
Ever contemplated
Whether we are right
If every day brings change
Faced with new challenges
Are we ready to take them on
Or relegate them as trivial
And continue with usual
Where our comfort lies
It’s always been
Why should it be different
Details lie in the invisible
Which we ignore
So much we see of everyday
Yet, are we aware
Of what really is

It's time for a break.
I bring my cup of coffee
Outside.

Drizzles of rain land in
The black fluid, stirring  
The steam that smells of

Warmer sensations than
Those of being drenched and
Rained upon outside a

Construction site. Sip and
Swallow. Repeat. I let the
Screensaver of my mind set

In; gazing at the space between
Things, thinking nothing.
Sip and swallow. The cup

Warms my hand. The coffee my
Throat. Then, a single thought
Warms my chest.

The way her bathroom smells
Of the products she uses.
The way she likes her showers

Hot -so I learn to enjoy them too.
I was always turning the heat
Down, until it got unbearable.

Then stayed a little longer.
Shocking myself awake.
Misconceiving pain as a tool.

I like it comfortable now.
Soft alarms in the morning.
Clothes with room rather than

Slim cuts and tight chests.
A woman that never once walked
A catwalk, but who likes to

Stroke my back softly until I
Fade away between winter covers
That smell of her skin and sleep.

Sip and swallow. I empty the cup
And listen to the rain -heavier
Now- hit my hard hat

Like a thousand fairy drummers.
The break is over. Workday isn't.
I have dry clothes in my office.

I'm having a
Very good
Day.

On earth half alive is he
that be without money.

It's one of those nights.
This ancient house makes noise
With every gust of cold wind,
And I'm all alone on the farm.

I'll throw a log on the fire and
Watch a Paranormal Activity-
Or Blair Witch kind of movie.
As loud as I want, with the lights

Out. Play a trick on my own nerves.
Challenge this old, beaten-up heart.
Eat some cheese, drink strong coffee,
Unplug the nightstand light.

Open the creaking door to the hallway.
Then tuck myself in.
Set myself up for one for the books.
I love a good nightmare.

I'll let my imagination set the scene,
Then drift off into its realm.
Who needs movies, to dream is free.
Tonight, no one can hear me scream.

Hoping for my favourite ending.
The one where it's all so terrifyingly
Horrible, that I pray to Whom it May
Concern: Please, let it just be a dream..!

I'll do anything for this
Not to
Be real...

*Ok.

I searched for meaning
In religion and philosophy.
Taking on gods and
Prophets.

Gained some wisdom, but
Ended up confused more than
Enlightened.
Lost the little firm footing
I had.

I searched in arts and music.
Interprating. Analyzing.
Enjoying and disliking.
Expressing and being
Alternative. Original.
Outside the box.

All I gained was an unhealthy
Love of wine.
Less meaning than I
Began with.
Some pretentious friends.
More confusion than ever.

So I stopped searching.
Stopped chasing.
Stood still drawing fresh,
Crisp morning air into
My lungs, then felt it travel
To my soul.

I closed my eyes and heard
Her heartbeat through her
Naked chest; her collar bone
Against my temple.
Attuned my own to hers.
Dancing. Still.
Dancing. Still.
Dancing. Still.

Everyday magic.
Adventure within trivialities.
Dirt on the knees of my new
Jeans from recieving a hug from
A five-year-old.

Seeing pride in the eyes of my
Parents from a distance.
Unretainable love
And lust in the eyes of
My woman on a Tuesday afternoon.  
No special occation at all.
Just here,
Now.
Us.

No need to struggle.
To search.
To run after anything.
Just relax. Observe. Appreciate.
Love. Long for, then
Enjoy.

Nothing is without reason.
There's meaning in  
Everything you sense,
Everywhere you are;

You.