mosquito madness

Zinging and slinging past my ear,
seeping the calm right out of my soul.
A conspiracy.
Flashing and clapping hands
to beat to a pulp nothing
but the skin of the beater;
a room filled with smoke of a destroyer,
destroying only human lungs,
choking the life out of them,
as those little rascals continue
to zing and sling past my ear.

mother me

I'm not ready to be tied here,
to take the responsibility of you.
I never planned it,
and I don't want it.
It is unfair for you
to ask me to bear it.
Please don't expect me
to drop my life for you...
It is selfish, I admit,
but I am, after all, not your mother.

trails

I used to follow You,
walked with You once,
we briefly stepped side by side,
but then I walked ahead.
I caught up with someone else,
He and I walked side by side,
but I fell back
and He walked ahead.
Now we all trail each other:
You me, and I He,
and even She,
trailing You.
Maybe one may stop
and finally turn around,
maybe we'll just keep walking
till we reach a side
or finally change direction.

kalooki

sideways glances
sarcastic phrases
smiling faces
steady paces...

room filled with laughter
radiating from a centre
of a messy circle
filled with relaxed hands
neatly laying cards on the carpet floor

forward paces
familiar faces
facetious phrases
friendly glances...

it sure is good to be home.

liar liar

I trusted you completely once,
I did what you told me
never once believing you would
lead me astray one day.
You lived on the edge
and finally jumped,
and I followed blindly.

But now I see
you are just as blind as me.
Your voice I hear
but do not obey,
unless on the path of reason you fall,
for you love to love,
no matter who or what,
and I just can't trust you anymore.

Sorry little heart,
you need a chaperone of the mind.

re-entry

I was so excited to get to see you.
I had been waiting for it for a long time,
but now that the time is here
my excitement is not the same.

So much has changed for each of us,
so much has changed between us.
I am not the same girl you once knew,
and you no longer match my mind's picture of you.

I don't expect things to ever be the same,
I don't expect my old feelings to return,
but I do know that no matter what happens
I will always love you, my country, my heritage.

dance with me

Hold my hand,
take the lead,
pull me close,
sway with me.

Hear the band
rock the beat,
feel the air,
move your feet.

Glide as one,
hand in mine,
face to cheek,
smile with me.

See my eyes,
wild and free,
say no words,
speak to me.