antiquated

why is it
that i find beauty
in all things antiquated....
except me?????

reflection

what is it that draws me,,
like a moth unto your flame...

what is it that holds me there,,
despite my inner pain..

what is it about you,,
for i know not your face, or name..

is it the chance that i might see myself,,
in your eyes once again????

photo:
http://photo.net/bboard-uploads/00A4Fw-20394484

regret

this regret is a river running

through night, black and bubbly—

seeping black covers me—I am

intangible but for a trickling whisper

plus an unexpected sparkle, cold-fast

sliver surfacing and sinking all

at once—remembrances,

lost petals, skim past, severed

fragrant images of sorrow, sadness,

suffering—the water is cold

and clean but will not pacify my

parched lips that, like my heart,

are sore and bruised, contrite

and fluttering too late

by

staggo lee

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youth

as effortlessly as the exhailed breath
that dissapates into the cold of the night
it came and now is gone..


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http://mysite.mweb.co.za/residents/profmd/image202.gif

fates

oft' times in life,,,
the fates have a way
of doing things for us,,
that we cannot,,
or will not,,
do for ourselves.....

"For most of us the most common relationship is possession.
In our minds we think we own and possess cars, houses, golf clubs and even people.
"I want you", and "You are mine alone", is a common theme.
In reality, it is not possible to possess anything.
Care for..yes. Use...yes. But possess...no.

A better relationship we can choose, which takes all the fear away is to be a trustee."

Best wishes.

Surjit

wicked weekend