Brought to my knees, tears down my cheeks.
That is me, defeated. My heart is what I seek.
Guider help me with my quest!
Maybe on the way we’ll see naïve hope, waited
and made aware of disappointment’s arrival, now operating
with pessimism and bias. Will we have to sympathise
Denial with its walking stick and sunglasses of great size?
Or make certain of no sudden movement as he observes with vigilance and readiness.
Guider what happened to the parks and the heaviness
of playing innocent souls ignorant, unscathed?
Are they now in office parks playing tug with whims and being paid.
And Guider, after all this, will my heart still be
loving, kind, fierce, joyful and warm?
Or will the father’s abandonment force my heart to reform…

Dear peers
Thanks for the flowers
Although dying men can’t
be pleasantly burdened by a besiege of bouquets
Dying men are focused
on every agonising breathe
Doesn’t matter how heavenly it is
But dear peers
Thanks for the flowers

Being birthed and brought up by the dumps, they
joined a higher force gang,

They don’t perform miracles
while they ride the highness or drunken stupors

(Stereotyped for our residents)

Yet they drown us in oceans of love
Listen, fully with two ears, tidal waves of pains
Lay their hands, for all, and not the “better of” among us

And as my mind reflects and resolutes

They didn’t change the dumps, the shrine of substances and where drunks worship the bottle,
The dumps is the dumps but it’s people,
even though few, move a inch closer to brighter.

‘Cause they chose differently, they delivered difference to the dumps.

Word of the Challenge
{Cerulean}

I tried smiling and pretending,
Amputating my memory of your sea lover,
Simply there’s a cerulean hue when I see you,
Again thoughts of her mermaid hands on you,
Gashes a pain from my heart in ICU,
And realisation of my flatline faith in you.

you fly
thinking
has
cupid given you wings
or it’s a valentines miracle
no,
love has
made you into
an angel
-so you think-
forgettin’ Wright Flyer II is higher, faster, funnier
u nosedivin’
thinking
the
man
has
taken
your wings
or it’s a post
valentines curse
no, his heart is bored
and you’re merely human