Some words hold the power to open up the celestial path
that unknown known other worldliness
and for the briefest of time, eternity allows you to enter her portals
and it can seem like forever, simply because it is forever.

In schooldays my aim was terribly perfect
add to that an attitude unfair
a soft teacher was an easy found target
not one bald head was allowed to be spared.

The moment the poor man turned to blackboard
his baldness shined as a gaming site
the sleeping devil woke up and deep roared
dispatched were chalks on windborne flight.

Only a few did land on wrong place
but found mostly their rightful targets
and bore no qualm the thrower's face
when cheered by the fellow classmates.

As the victim turned with ire's full steam
nursing stings that came with good force
we in the gang were such an honest team
never revealed it came from what source.

It went on smooth till luck failed one day
has to end all games one once starts
a traitor midst us the secret gave away
memory of the thrashing badly hurts.

Let me dance this life away
Let me care not about what I say
Let me feel alive and whole
Let me feed my starving soul
Let me squeal and shout with glee
Please oh please, self; let me be me.

All moments
Ever lived
Are poems
Waiting
To
Be written

I flew with Steve from this island to another

Cicadas greeted us with singing, I felt a welcome in my feet
Then while Steve went into an old abandoned monastery
For a ***
I sat on a wall covered in tangled fruit and flowers
And a big brown beautiful creature walked up to me went past
Disappeared into the trees
I told Steve and he stamped and screamed
On my first visit seeing what he wanted to see

He went off with some woman

I slept in the open under a tree full of spiders
Lightening bounced sideways above
Sang to the sea till the sun shone
People shouting at scorpions by night
Sang and laughed with them by day
I gazed into the oleander
Drank water from a temple spring
Stood on one foot on a cliff edge over blue sea
Washed my hair with the water snakes
Sat on a stone for a day till grasshoppers gave up
And allowed me to see them
Made friends with a big brown bee
Danced naked on the sand

Flew home again with Steve