I watched as you sleep
on the old bed,
seeing your skin bears
the lines of age...

Your love have lit my life,
guiding me to be
the man I am
meant to be

Each time I fall
you were there.
You lift me up
because you care

When I was unwell,
you used to cradle me.
In your strong arms,
I could hear,
you pray for me

Now you are old and feeble,
unable to move freely.
Your bones always ache
when the weather gets ugly

So here I am,
a pallbearer
choked with emotions
as I accompany you,
my friend
one last time ,
on the final journey

Reminiscing the past
you and I,
so close together
sharing tears and laughter,
fighting with bullies
becoming heroes
for the girls

The rest of the gang
are also here,
offering their last
respects to you,
honouring
the friendship
that has withstood
the test of time...

Imagine this!
Remember that?
lt's foggy like a dream,

you must be wrong
that's not my hat!
You've lost it, it would seem.

This veil of trust
is full of holes,
it's nothing like you've said;

these scenarios
are like Cheerios,
leaving holes in words, instead.

Were you in my shoes
you'd clearly see,
not much makes any sense;

but l see you
are working me,
it hurts you think l'm dense.

I write to paint a smile
on a face stained with tears,
to tell her troubled heart,
Hope can banish fears

I want to tell a tale,
chase away her boredom,
share with her my feelings
and my thoughts at random

I am inviting her
to explore life's choices,
the dark reign of despair,
or the sanctity of love

I wish to show to her
dreams can come true
when she makes sacrifices
she'll find success blooms anew

I am the cat,
lying on the rug,
enjoying the caress
of the hands of poetry
smiling as I purred softly
" Love me more, my Sweet."

A heart laden with hatred
can see nothing even in the brightest of light
for prejudice is darker than the moonless night

I waited as
she ran across walls
of separation,
watching both sides pull
and tear at skirts
made of paper flowers

each wanting a piece
just a smidgen

with her back against a wall
of cardboard parquetry,
ever watching for usurpers
an entrusting look
passed behind her eyes,
but gave away
to the spark of fear
that followed

Paranoia?
or just a good old fashioned
gut feeling …

~~~~~

Entering the night market
i could smell the thick stench of despair,
far worse than vomit and urine

Young girls and women here,
foreign and locals flocked together,
their painted faces hiding tears

Each bound by invisible shackles,
no longer owning their bodies..
Freedom to them is only a dream

But tonight, my presence here
will cleanse this stain from the city
and release them from slavery

A fat man stared at me, frowning.
He barked at me to scare me
but I only reply with a grin

I visited your house,
and its face
devoured by vines
left me desolate

I remembered
hurrying to live,
your hands
cracked,
they now lay
crumbled
to dust

The mysteries
scoring your face,
pitting the pores,
mimicking skin,
are now forever
closed in pine.

Suddenly beauty rose
in your wild garden,
and dragonflies
grazed my mind,
I silently conceded
with a sigh,

I will remember
the leaping seas,
the sloping smile
of the shore.

As emerging naked,
the moon lit
your lines and curves,
moved, the stone
of my heart
cracked

I felt a fear
that my pages
were to be rewritten,
I grasped my breast,
and the wind charged
as the sky fell

I will forever remember
the crack and fall,
until my eternal kiss