Experience and Lost Thoughts : The Wuhan Chapter

She wakes, stretching,  hair tangled,  two fingers tucked in mouth,  big beautiful eyes,  she looks as if surprised at first then she melts into a contagious smile. Floating,  or is it bouncing, energized, peering down at you as if she wasn’t expecting you there.  Hi sis! Wet smooches glisten her melodious ‘good morning sis,’ and with a hug, she twirls off, the light of day spreads across my heart, this is what waking up should be…

I SIMPLY REMEMBER MY FAVOURITE THINGS

Jaded thoughts temporal expressions futile hopes ash ember  dreams lasting bonds breaking hearts outrage and laughter sadness and joy there is no ever after torture,  happiness, in you, yours, growth in me, my own, transitions, transportation transformations

The easy drone of the lecturer's voice slowly drifted me away to thoughts; crazy, mental visualizations about where I could be, where I would be, where I am not. Afloat on a gray bubble, I visit my country's clear bluest blue water, bowing and bobbing to the quiet cool of the day, feeling the sun bounce off the sands' tight brown ass. I am home. I breathe it all in, never have I appreciated a mass of geographic definition like this. My feet stretch, my toes curl in, almost guilty, I feel the red gritty powdered dirt kiss me. Big gusts of red veils swirl around, covering all, leaving nothing but itchy wet eyes. Further sniffs carry wafts from blocked sewer pipes, inhaling, aaaaah, release, pheeeeew! As the smell teases the noses of the middle class, working hero, quietly, they damn the governments, quickly, they make faces, without fuel, they drive off as if poverty's stench was far removed. With the sun beating down on me, throat stifled dry, I try to find my way ho

Stood up in a Wuhan KTV bar, My mind fluttered to all the whys, I found none but I; Doll frozen, chair sat, Intoxicated by flaring cracked notes, Joyously given out by their articulators, As my heart coursed with the bruised harmonies, They attached loving looks, androgynous lovers, All the same. Many of them drifters, Ignorant sojourners, Culturally linked by academia, is it? Mere curiosity, Foreign? foreign(er) friend, Diversity? or a clash of mishaps purged by parental ties They are here, So many of them, all of them. Flightful yet stable, They last the days, Till their end, Finding in each other, Homes and faces; His grandmother, her uncle, Her best friend, Purposely placed, Divine ingenuity, These lights glare on, All of them, The same. Hard-pressed hearts, Heaving, engulfed by, Pending goodbyes, Uncertainty steadied by the hands of time, Chipping away at uttered words, Manifested thought, Momentous smiles, delusions heartbeat wrapped,

I want to feel on all dimensions of feeling Sublime I want to be submerged in deep waters Float I want to wake my life Breathe To be lost in the known To be part of That place so familiar Where there are smiles, moments, That real place That “it’s alright” place Where people say “it’s all good” That world so proverbial I know it sounds like home I want to be sensed From my hair down to my toes Felt I want the wind to know am there To burn me with its harshness Chap my lips, ash my skin Feel me I want the fires to put me out Extinguish The fiery anguish within me I have known it too tong Make me a powdery residue of my former Birth me Uncover me eyes Walk my feet Feel my tips Dry me clean Dust me up Color me I want it all I want it, everything in that place I want to dance on the water My skirts lifted, my torso bare, my feet wet Let me dance I want the water to spit me out I have been drowning for yea

The wind blew hard, Cars swooshed past; Bicycles, people, swayed faster, And he stared. As we walked along, The old man with the bristly hair, Yellow but fair, He stared; At me…? In shock at first; Soon he realized, I was real, Just very dark, Darker than him, And so, he stared. We walked side by side, Slow, sometimes fast; Wrinkling the cold kissed skin, His neck motioned, Sideways, sideways, His eyes squinted open, The old man, He, Pretended not to see me. But together, we Snuck looks; One of wonder, The other of disbelief, Is he serious? Can he be mad? What is he looking at? I need to pull up my leggings? Damn, what is it, he wants? He just keeps looking… Once in a while; He gazes, Into the distance ahead, His patched coat from winters gone. Up, up, he climbs the steps faster; Only to stop, and look down, One long hard look, She backs away, irate! He sighs, unconvinced, Scoffs almost, Ho

A lot of things have changed, a lot of things have not...   Manage your fear

Caught within a recycling Plant, I know, I will be warm enough, I believe; I will walk, head slightly up, Look you in the eye, When I can… These revolving doors, Have taken their toll; Tattered and sore, I know, I will be, Fine… As bright as day, I will shimmer, Like lines on clouds, Fluorescent and anew, I will, I believe… Strong I will be, Not to reminisce, About you, I will not think; Of an emotion so fresh, It healed; Parts of me. I will not know, That with you; The world was different, Your arms, The alpha, the O, That mega feeling, By you, I will not… I know that I will, Forget you, A faded sunrise; You will become, In the banks of memory, Your gaze will stray, A picture lost, To me, You will be…