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

Vermicelli Stir-fry

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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

 

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

Forgotten Gifts

Wake up to a clawing feel of neglect and disappointment with a tinge of amazement at what used to be created. Wondering if such a mind ever existed and if it has been so short a time. How skills and gifts can be overlooked for what is deemed ‘important’ or ‘relevant’. That a part of you fades away every day.

Wake up with the same feeling, guilt so strong you can’t reminisce on what was before. Even a reminder no matter how painful can be an overwhelming trigger. That the mind that once was will vibrate to life with a quick glance into the dusty box full of gifts once brandished.

Wake up one more time to the ringing in ears that have not heard. The urge that finds other ways to burst forth; however evil the way. The realisation that a gift that once was might just be. Or maybe not. That such a short time can change a person in the most horrifying way. That good things can be lost and forgotten. As bad things thrive and fester.

Wake up with a pounding at the temple. The urge fights to be released. The mind is in disarray. Nothing fits quite right. Something is missing. Something is lost. Something that was once warm and fulfilling has been in comatose. So short but so long that it’s a struggle to resurrect a thing that was deliberately forgotten.Forgotten_umbrella