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