The energy that ignites
Courage is discovered
A new era awakens
While my eyes remain open darkness
To a dead world being self-reliance
After losing myself in distance
Strength is regain on the long desert road
A soul passage is tested, but not bended
Praised that I am
Peaceful are my spirits
Giving thanks as I bow
Rinsing this stench underneath the waterfalls
While creatures fear my howl
Now, I'm cleanse
As the desert knows my means

A weekend ends in mystic
While the sun rising slowly
This day I know
A name that only begins
With a week of discovery
Known as the first
It's called Monday
Where refreshness starts all over again
Now I must follow
This monday with anew.

I had a vision. My people call it a 'Hectia'.

I wade into a moonlit river, the current slowly passes by,
it carries small , musical shimmers..
black and white.....
like an unfinished song....
snapshots of my life.
I am calm. Continue into the current,
slowly being surrounded by the shimmer of black and white.
I become one with their song...
I move with the current...
soon the river and I move on...
the picture is complete.
It is a vision, now it must be understood.

* Some people spend their entire life, wanting more, searching, demanding, feeling left out or not fit in.
Find your place, face the wind and feel its refreshness, not cursing its direction. In order to run with the fastest deer one must first know how to stand .

A bitter taste so bitter sweet
From what I can see that’s no description of me
Small locs and edgy face
It may be love but it’s bitter taste
I’m so confused and I never should question
What was your intentions of making this happen
As it creeps up
Try my hardest to play it cool
Flashbacks and flashbacks
From the corner of my eyes I can tell it’s you
Not so sudden not so quick
No you can’t have me like this
A bitter taste
Such a sour feel
I see images of a reflection laughing at me
Got a taste of refreshness
And still it never put my mind at ease
Greed
So selfish when we’re involved
I should’ve known this love had a strong hold
One that would never be divided
I don’t know why I tried it
With every step I’m cringing
Because how I feel I cannot hide it
Go far away from me
Even at a millions miles
I don’t wanna try it
I cannot get away
Set my mind at ease I no longer crave your presence
Cause it takes control over me
No control over my mind, thoughts and actions
Everytime I see you I get sweaty and nervous
Why do you torture me do you do it on purpose
But so long and goodbye
Easier said then done
I let you go but I know you won’t be gone for long
I say I want you gone but it’s fatal attraction
We no good for each other but we even better together
So long friend I won’t write another letter
This bitter taste in my mouth
Seem to have made me better

You have scooped out the sky’s stars
Scattering them into sparkle soup
Compressing them into a can
That crackles when I crack it
I often think of how
You sit so sweetly on my shelf
Cold and crisp, you patiently perspire
How you cover my tongue in twinkles
And coat my throat in glitter
My lips fascinated by your fizz
Bubbles on my breath
And spangles as I swallow
Oh, La Croix
There are few things
That bring me as much joy
As sipping on your summertime
And seeking you in supermarkets
How I long to reunite with your refreshness
For you cure my carbonated cravings
Through your effervescent ecstasy  
With a hint of lime.

HAIRCUT

When you sit in that chair,
About to make a change,
What are you thinking about currently?

Do you also get as anxious?
If it does not work out the way you want it to?
Or think about how the result will turn out?
If you leave feeling different?
Fresh?
Sitting and waiting…
What are you thinking about in these moments?


Do you talk to that person who is cutting your hair/ will be making that change for you?

To cover up your hidden anxiousness.
Already wanting to see the result of the length/cut/style/colour you have chosen in your vision?
What are you thinking about?
Sitting and waiting…
Watching…
As they start,
Cutting,
And trimming,
And brushing,
And adding colour,
What are you thinking about in this time?

Watching through that/the mirror
That person cutting/trimming/brushing/colouring/foiling/styling,
You…

Seeing that once was hair,
Falling delicately,
To the ground,
Which once was attached to you,
Sitting there on the ground,
Among other hairs that also,
Just went through this experience,
Sitting in that chair,
Waiting to see that result,

A new thought,
May just have come across you,
Who was that person?
that just went through this process/journey?
before,
You?

What was their journey like?
Up until this moment?
Before they made that change?
Before you sat in that exact same chair?
Before you had this experience,
Before you felt something new.
That feeling of refreshness
That only
You
can feel,
Before,
During,
and
After,
You made that change.

-Haircut

© By HF-Whisper
29/2/2021