perfect match

that night when you left me,you left a lump in my throat
you can still see its edges if you look through the smoke of our fire
mama taught me to not play with fire when i was young
but even  now in old age i still love to keep close to your flames
 honestly,the only thing i have learnt since then  is to pour water on any raging regret
i would rather spend my life
with the scars of your burns to say you were here once
than carry  memories spent in safety
wild fire,i still long for your intensity
you have left me for dead with your coldness
i still need you to burn so i may know just how precious life can be at the brink of ashes

i need your heat
to melt my insides
i need the steam of our bodies
the boiling passion of our longing hearts
give me one ember to come home to
one log to revive the dying embers

sometimes i find your embers still burning in spots we once met
and im reminded you are my perfect match

i still spend a  lifetime  hoping next time you burn
you will consume me completely

i need your storm
i need your eternal flame
i need your  heat up close
to reach my aching bones,my aching heart
till everything is burning ,
till we are glowing in the radiance
of our hearts boiling in passion
from the steam of our bodies
cause you are the one match i can trust

Skin

Stubborn inheritance

i carry you like a forgiveness prayer on the verge of death
holding everything i am,i was and i hope to be together in one plea
fiber ,bone, tendon of inflexible
generation and generation of bloodline of  curse and blessing and curse and curse and curse

bargaining with God
to blend in


bargaining with God
for my dark side to be overlooked
this once

for the curse to be broken
to be one shade less darker than i carried this sin of my stubborn inheritance

If you are a cup

If you are a cup
God custom made you for a special purpose. Don't worry about being  something you are not.Embrace what you are and be your best self.If I were to compare us to items made by a potter,I would say, some of us are like ordinary every day cups,bowls and plates,whereas others are like fancy tea cups with their saucers, flower vases, and all those items our mother's keep to be used by visitors once in a blue moon in the side room divider.

If you are an ordinary cup,do not wish to be more prettier or fancier --God knew that just by being your ordinary self ,your user friendly self,your purpose on this  earth will be fulfilled.Your, being used everyday is what makes people grow fonder and fonder of you.That is why it is possible to cherish a cracked cup that is not remarkable in looks,yet because so many memories have been formed over the years,that one cup becomes a precious cup.Like wise,if you were born to be kept for visitors eyes,do not worry about not serving everyday.Your time to shine will come.So be patient and wait for your appointed time.Do not force your natural self to be something you are not.Just appreciate the vast difference and uniqueness we are born with and be you.


All in all,stop wishing you could have been born more prettier,more smarter,more not so nerdish and cooler,fitting in with the crowd kinda thing, more funnier,more richer,more talkative ,more quieter,more  this and that.Appreciate your crooked nose,your big broad nose that takes in all the oxygen in the room,you sharp long nose,your knock knees hehehe ( i have these and i so love my knock knees ) ,your straight knees,your short legs,your long legs,your middle class status,your upper class status,your miss world looking beauty,your you are not so beautiful face but there is something special about your looks face,and be thankful for what you have at the moment.Then,through your contentment you will redefine your life and its worth and not feel so inadequate all the time :)

Far from perfect

Let me show you beneath my beautiful
I am still far from perfect
Still i want to wear my superman cape
inside out
With the hope
that once i show you who i am
and whom i'm trying to be
 someday you will save me  from my ugly
 when my human fragility  takes over
When i'm lashing and ugly
and i keep falling under
You wont give up on me

Money matters in love?

I have often wondered how many people would be with or without their partners if their financial status got a landslide shake and there was no hope of ever restoring it.What if God could make us see our future ,and you would know how well off  your potential mate would be in 10-20 years..or how financially crippled the partner would be.Would you still chose them.Often we say money doesn't matter in love,but doesn't it really? Why is it that parents often ask about the job tittle of a partner.Why is it that some people will discourage a woman from marrying a man who earns less than her.Why is it that there is a tendency for certain potential suitors to be magnets while others are overlooked despite their good character and all..I think it has something to do with the perceived potential of being able to bring in the dollar somehow...anyway its just a thought .
Like  Dolly Parton sings 

''And how I wish that love Was all wed need to live
What a life wed have Cause Ive got so much to give
But ya know I feel so sad Down inside my heart
That the dollar sign Should be keepin us apart

But you know we cant Live on dreams alone

Got to pay the rent So I must leave you all alone'' D Parton

You left me poem created from Dolly Parton's song tittles put together

I wonder where you are tonight
Do i ever cross your mind
You are now just someone i used to know

I write letters to heaven
With salt in my tears
Saying Hello God
Why,why,why
am I on heart break express


You left me,working a 9 to 5
In your coat of many colours
Just when i needed you the most

Me and Andy
You left me

Jolene,Jolene,Jolene
Please don't take him even though you can

I know you are married
and Its too late,to love me now
But you know that i love you
You know that i love

Its all wrong,but its alright

LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP :)

I wish I was a lucky star
shooting in the horizon of your night sky
I wish I was a lucky star you looked for every time your eyes looked up

I wish you were here

I hope I deeply  moved your heart
in the short time we spent together
like that moving star that keeps you smiling like God is pulling away at the edges of your mouth
while its  miles and miles away


I hope I still make you smile
despite the lonely winds that  keep blowing in your face
I hope you stay stead fast

I hope your love forever revolves around me
like the earth orbits around the moon day in and day out  and never tires

I hope your eyes are  glowing like full moons
and your body is craving for our crazy moments of hand in hand moonlight walks
and drinking to the smoking memory of our past

I hope you look at snapshots of our future
every time you think of slipping off my fingers
and see how beautiful flashlights of  patience and strong will can eventually develop into

I hope  you become a  hooker
not to one night stands you meet in a club  or a bar
but to the will to  overcome hurdles of time zones ,oceans and temptations that keep trying  to break  us apart

Cause I believe I'm your lucky star
and you are the sun my heart has chosen to revolve around day in and day out to
and though we are time zones apart
the  smiles and smiles that make every mile  seem so light a period to bear
are worth being a hooker to patience to