Will You Remember My Voice?

When the lure of sweet dreams

Is too great to step out of

When the peace within

Surpasses the turmoils of life alive

When constant surety of darkness

Is as enticing as supple breasts

Will you remember my voice?

When weight on my chest

Bores me down into the abyss

When lights fade in the distance

And the night is pleasant

When music plays no more

Dancing a thing of memory

Will you remember my voice?

When I shut my eyes

Never to open them again

When I close my palms

Never to feel a touch again

When I keep quiet

Never to scream again

Will you remember my voice?

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We Are All Mad

Oh what it is to love

Pain suffered and inflicted by self

Oh for the sweet fill of the sun above

Infatuation and reaction engulf

We are all mad

Struggling with unrealistic notions

Swooning in uncontrollable motions

Crying in unrequited intentions

Dying in non existent perceptions

We are all mad

For the tingling feels

Creeping up spines

Restless in dissatisfied reels

Bound in arresting vines

We are all mad

Let the dance continue for the music

​When the lights go off

And the music stops

The wheels cease turning 

But the dancing continues

Deep into the night it continues

Involuntary memory spasms

Uncontrollable gyratings

For music that lasts centuries

Music that stays in the mind

Music that trickles into the limbs

In movement

Like honey trickling down tongues

In violence

Like the meet of wood and metal

In ecstasy

Like the afterglow of good cum

Like the pupil dilating drug

All so intoxicating and captivating

The Sun Is Gone

Once again the sun is gone
Left us all alone
With the cold harsh clouds
Crying their icy tears on us
Left us all alone
With the wicked winds
Chafing our lips, biting our flesh
But we will not despair
We will make our own heat
From the warmth in our speech
To the rise from our chimneys
We will prevail
Till the sun returns

Sun Kissed

Peaking over the clouds
Warm and comforting
Shedding brightness
Leaves spread wide
To receive glory rays
Kisses from the sun

Birds perch at river banks
Wings spread wide
Taking in the sweet glow
Of rays that promise
To stay forever but don’t
A fleeting sun’s kiss

Vermicelli Stir-fry

Vermicelli shrimp fry

A good way to reinvent the old boring Stir fry recipes sans the weight of a Starchy element is to use vermicelli         It is light and I can have two servings; still sleep easy 😛.

Dice onions, orange bell peppers, spinach Clean your shrimps or you can just use Minced meat or diced bacon             Totally your choice 😘

Toss your ingredients into a hot pan; Add one table spoon vegetable oil; Or just 2 mins, no more no less; Add 2 tablespoons of chilli spice blend; Recipe for that will come in a bit 😎; One stock cube; Season to seduce your taste buds

 

Good Chicken

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Now the key to good chicken
Is spice
Collected in right proportions
Spread lusciously over the skin
Provoked with a tinge of lemon
Encased in firm wrapping
For as long as
That chicken will take

But good chicken
Still gotta be cooked
Take it over hot flames
Not too hot
Nobody likes singed chicken skin
Cook it good but not too long
Dry chicken is a bore
Keep it moist and luxurious

Now this recipe here
Age old and perfect
Keep to it
And you’ll love your chicken
Ever so soft and tasty
Don’t forget a tinge
We’ll a little more
Of salt

Fuck it good chicken
Is just what it is
Good and ready for unwrapping
Cook it right out of the pack
If it tastes like gutter
Then it wasn’t good
And no spice
Will bring that goodness back

Apologies to my colon

I apologise
For the late night spicy food
The hurriedly chewed
Caramelised almond nuts
The tomato skin
That missed the blender

I apologise
It’s not like this
Isn’t a mutually shared pain
Here sitting on tippy toes
Toes curled in
Hand massaging some
Semblance of sooth into you

I apologise
My fingers still burn lightly
From yesterday’s pepper
I can only imagine
What you’re going through
But these spices are unavoidable

I apologise
And you need to toughen up
I’ll still have the spice
But not so late a time
About the tomato skin
Who doesn’t love a good salad huh

I apologise
Tomorrow we’ll be back here
Sitting on tippy toes
Toes curled inwards
Spine twisted to abate pain
For just a moment
Then it’ll be over

This Is Nothing But Everything

When I haven’t written for a while
And I’m thinking of revamping
Maybe specialising
In something I’m passionate for

When writing just for the fun of it
Seemed like a chore
I hate chores
Unless it uplifts my spirit

When I start asking The Why
Why did the inspiration stop?
Maybe it wasn’t seen
Why I stopped seeing inspiration in life

So this is not a poem
This is not a story
This is me, reading through old work
Asking where is she?

So open up her eyes
That she will see again
Colours, laughter, anger
Sadness, clowning, air

That I’ll take a deep
Intake of life’s breath
That one draw inspires me
Puts that fire in my belly again