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126 · Nov 2019
A Treasure
Chynski Nov 2019
Come with me, I'd like to play
a game to see if you can say
the thing it is that I hold dearly.
But only if you see it clearly.

It is something I own, and fondly so.
I’ve had it for years
though the distance has grown.
It can confusingly contrast
itself at a whim.
So don't be disheartened
if you can't guess this thing.

At times you'll find
it is soft and cuddly.
Warm and sweet.
Bright and snuggly.
But don’t be alarmed if
this isn't the case.
As sometimes, deliciously,
there’s a marked about face.

There are times when it has
wicked intentions.
Seeking things that I
would rather not mention.
It takes pleasure from pain
of itself and others.
Distilling this down
for reminiscent consumption.

But when we play together,
I like to take charge,
of the roles and adventures
be they little or large.
And through this we find
on our explorations
new sights, sounds
and wondrous sensations.

Have you guessed it this thing,
that I so do treasure.
I’m sure that you have,
you always were clever.
I guess we’ll find out
when next you are near.
But of course by then
all will be clear.
116 · Nov 2019
The Wall
Chynski Nov 2019
It was erected so rapidly.
I never even saw it coming.
I felt it though.
It was so subtle I didn’t recognise it at first.
Like an effortless recoil from the oncoming train.

I ... (We) ... lived with it for years to come.
It's ever present strength bearing down over us.
How couldn’t we see the power we gave it.
We tended it so many times that the act became part of the game itself.
Were it a garden it would have been beautiful.
But it wasn’t.
It isn’t.

Though now something has changed.
Where before there was solidity, now there is some light.
Given, it’s not blinding. But still they are changes.
Obvious on my side.
I am sure many a passerby hasn’t even noticed.
But to me, they seem significant.
I wish I could see your side.
It seems so far away despite being so close.

It scares me though.
Things have existed so well with this division.
This barrier.
Has it kept us safe from what is hiding on the other side?
Or on mine?

I think we are lucky, others have helped give it strength.
But how well do they know bricks and mortar?
Have their efforts been deliberate.
Have they actually occurred.

I am torn.

How can we ever understand
something that gives strength
to what might otherwise be fragile.
111 · Nov 2019
A Central Piece
Chynski Nov 2019
Passion, anger, a tempered kiss.
Lost in a place that forever I miss.
Though this guilt I assuage,
not through emotion, nor drought of the hand-
ful of heart but a token.

I struggle to find the scale I seek,
‘tween balance of love that is held
and that which I sneak
a peak
inside
but only with caution.
I’m scared I guess of unfettered emotion
and the havok, destruction and pain it may cause.
It’s the rock that is hard to blame as the cause.

Though perchance the precarious balance is found
in that which we see as we now look around.
For two of the pieces are held either side.
But it's the middle I struggle
from which to hide.

— The End —