Permanant Days

Jingle bells; Fairy lights; Midnight kisses

Champagne bubbles; Indulgence; Teddy bears 

Permanent Mondays; Sweet spritz; Fire works 

Yellow light; Morning breezes; Tinkles 

Familiar warmth; Unbroken promises; Saving graces

Coffee beans; Shimmering powder; Pillows 

Resolutions; Mended hearts; Candle light

a beautiful mess

It kind of hurts when I think of it

though its past memories buried

or is it really done? 

The crying doesn't help ease the pain

it adds to the loneliness of the hour

and the insecurity of the situation 

There's a pile of mess and

it doesn't make sense, should I try to

clean it up or leave it 

A part of me fell lose the day 

we parted and I got on a plane 

but there was no turning back

and no hope for what come may

Something so good could be so bad

Something so sweet could be so bitter 

Something so real could be such a joke 

It's a complicated mess of 

insolvable equations of love and

emotions and theories on life

I know I would give to be in a 

tight embrace, with the warmth

of security and a hope for tomorrow 

 

pollination

there's no such thing as too much chocolate

as opposed to what you said about it. 

there's no such thing as too much knowledge 

although there might be regrets of knowing too much. 

when does a teaching turn into a lecture 

when does a praise turn into an insult 

when does a question turn into an assumption 

when does a conversation turn into an argument 

when does a promise turn into a joke

when does a mass of confusion turn clear 

when does love turn into war 

 

Wish List

I wish you could have been there

for the sun&rain&the long hard hills.

For the sound of a thousand conversations

scattered along the road. 

For the people laughing&crying&remembering 

at the end. 

But mainly, I wish you could have been there

-x- Story People -x-

It's hardest to love the ordinary things,

but you have plenty of opportunities to practice.

cross perceptions

I raised you to be a success

and now I'm the frailing one

You show me love through materials

instead of a warm embrace and words

You talk about me in another language

thinking I don't understand

You say you want a bullet through your head

if you turn out to be like me in your nines 

Don't be too soon to speak. 

You tell me what to do

where to work, what to eat

Its too much when you tell me what to wear 

You tell me to gain independence 

but you've been the shelter over my life

You've been the best and worst in me

You've brought out the beautiful 

and ugly in me 

I can only obey in fear of being wrong 

Words as I know it

luck- being given without asking

success- respect without envy

respect- needed before being liked

envy- greed without desire to work to achieve it 

beauty- loving the imperfections 

love- is the ultimatum of happiness

happiness- comfortable with who you are & what you have

coincidence- a pleasant form of fate

fate- a meeting of opportunity 

opportunity- overlooked significant moments

life- a messy combination that encompasses all 

Dance With Your Years

Recently thinking about what it was like to be young again without knowledge of fear and stress for burdens, I came across this photo on my mum's Mac. Melbourne, 1987.

When did I lose the right

to say "I am",

Proclaim "I live",

declare "I love"?

Why did I lose the right

to think of joy,

desire life

and wish for tomorrow?

Who snatched my right 

to say "I hope and 

want another fate"... 

Sergio Ubaldi