White Witch
Irma winks with hurricane eyes,
breathing fury crashing on sands.
Savagery of waves pounding,
nature destroying nature,
tangling Florida without reason -
a monster betraying our trust
tattooing tattered shores.
Unstable eyes of angry tempests
bleeding tears upon our beaches,
lightning punching in fury,
wavering sky threatening to swallow -
all in death refrain of a hangman,
forcing residents to forsake homes,
trembling limbs beset by carnage.
Gusts tossing screaming palms,
onyx gales strangling souls.
Life as we know it cast aside
as birds fly lifeless in raging sky,
trust betrayed by exploding thunder
leaving stairs leading nowhere.
Treacherous cobalt sky vents anger -
bloody aftermath of crimson rain.
Ambushed light laments and moans
as white witch leaves calling card
of tumbled loss and heartache.
Please stretch out your arms
to welcome me home
to my sacred place, unscathed
when storm’s wrath
and destruction is expended.
I beg to return once more
to my cherished cottage
by unspoiled seaside sand.
NOT OVER YOU
When friends ask I say I’m doing fine,
Then I shrug them off with a smile,
It’s been months we haven’t talked,
I still hear your voice when I’m stargazing
I still hear your voice over the sea breeze and the waterfall.
Life is so hard without you,
I thought I’d cheat it all,
Act like I don’t care,
Act like I’ve moved on,
I fall and can't crawl
It ain’t easy!!
It’s no ABC or 123 that I’d recite in my sleep.
It ain’t easy!!
You haunt my dreams during the day and at night,
It ain’t easy!!
You rape my thoughts
And cripple my delicate heart
It ain’t easy!!
Your ghost is always in the room mocking me,
The loud music never helps,
Neither do the drugs,
Everything just seems to remind me of you
I don’t want to acknowledge the fact that I’m not over you.
COOKING UP A STORM
I may have stirred the pot a bit
Even messed it up a tad
But it needed some extra ingredients
New flavours for the mix
So I added some more colour
I wasn't picky or fussy
Some different textures too
& then just a dash of spices
To give it a real good kick
I threw it all together
Gave it another good stir
Some people weren't too happy
Because I'm cooking up a storm
It frightens them
Angers them
But that's not my concern
This dish is bold, different
& yes, rebellious too
But, my friend, there you have it
The makings of a pretty darn good dish
So shut up and eat!
Copyright: CJ
Before you
Before you I was someone with a clear cut plan about what I wanted to do, what I wanted to achieve and how I wanted to go about achieving it. I believed in concepts like "kaizen", about constantly updating and improving oneself.
But, once I met you - in my unprepared, progress-in-the-making state, you still accepted me, and said that I was perfect!
Oh dear, I know you like me just the way I am. That I don't need to change a thing.
With you I can stay this way forever.
Being with you, I start to think that maybe I don't need to change, maybe this right now is alright, that I am enough the way I am. With you thus, I don't feel like challenging myself or critic myself to see where I can improve.
Dear, you would like to keep me, and I would like to stay with you, but what a disaster it would be for my dreams to take over the world?
It was a pleasure
For the friends I made
For the ones I would have
For the things I learned
For the things I would have
For everything and nothing
For time well spent
For the place that was home
I thank my good fortune
I stepped into Prose
I shall not spill a tear
For I shall leave you with smiles
May you write so brilliantly
That the Universe gasps in awe
May you make friends for a lifetime
And forever more...