as the day turn to grey
it leaves behind the sky
it becomes the past
and another day
to be glad
as the sun welcomes
you to hug
another opportunity
is waiting for you
to grab
with every routine
in the morning,
take it slow
and appreciate the
beauty of God’s creation
as you deeply awaits it with awe
wherever you go,
there is everything in silence
when you look up in the sky
so calm and relax
moving forward slowly
and surely
taking you somewhere
that you’ve never been
or just here
being at the present moment of time
but
as the time arrives so fast,
take your pace to slow
and respect the full day
with glow in your eyes
that spark in the night
that shines so bright
and cease it
with a great life to be thankful for.

when you don’t love anything except walking away …

please
don't be a
afraid
when i
really
tell you
that the
only art
i do,
is red
and golden,
carved deep
inside of me
but not a
blade but
with your
words,
i chant
them to
myself
like a
sick prayer.

the day comes to an end.
night says it’s about ten minutes away. in the meantime, sunset switches the kettle on, slips its feet into fluffy slippers and turns the lights low. night says its outside. moon wishes sun sweet dreams, requests prayers of strength, anoints its head with oil before locking the door behind it. earth takes centre stage for the second act, lit by the eyes of stars. and with undeniable stage presence, it performs the monologue for night. the droplets that form streams and oceans stand still. winds hold their breath, the leaves faint, the clouds silently weep in awe.

I came here to tell you something
But forgot what it was...

I guess I'll wait for tomorrow
and see if I remember.

Oh I do now,
and Tomorrow brings a new day.

A good day
comes and goes,
and for most
not a thing is thought of it.
But for me,
a good day
causes bells to chime
a cheery ding,
and the world fills with color
for the first time in awhile.
And even if its just for a second,
that dash of color
makes all the difference.

skin slips away skin escapes
again she flies by plane
again she runs away from all of us
again she runs away from me

but was there love whether she was
was the beauty of the moon of that day
was I and were those moments
o all escapes all runs away

20.09.18

bad days happen and thats okay
we make mistakes
but we learn
and i like learning.
so if that means i trip
and fall down
and maybe i might take you with me sometimes
for you, I'm willing to learn how to stand up again.
because you're worth it.
One bad day does not ruin a week
sometimes i fail at being the anchor i try so hard to be
and thats okay.
we're learning.
together.
because maybe today wasn't perfect
wasn't good
but with learning
with time, with mistakes.
we can make tomorrow that little bit better.

In between the floating
day and night
that keeps this sublunary
planet live.
It's still an unseen night
from where the sunrise.

If only one can tell
from where the things dip out
only to scurry away.
I wanted to ask
but every one I see
is another punter
knows not when
that's time is up!