Image by the German Photographer Laura Zalenga
Eight deer on the slope in the summer morning mist. The night sky blue. Me like a mare let out to pasture. The Tao does not console me. I was given the Way in the milk of childhood. Breathing it waking and sleeping. But now there is no amazing smell of sperm on my thighs, no spreading it on my stomach to show pleasure. I will never give up longing. I will let my hair stay long. The rain proclaims these trees, the trees tell of the sun. Let birds, let birds. Let leaf be passion. Let jaw, let teeth, let tongue be between us. Let joy. Let entering. Let rage and calm join. Let quail come. Let winter impress you. Let spring. Allow the ocean to wake in you. Let the mare in the field in the summer morning mist make you whinny. Make you come to the fence and whinny. Let birds.
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads it eats away
Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be,
The mistakes they made in their life.
Oh, if only they could see
That you cannot change what happened,
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how much you think about it,
No matter how much you cry.
What happens in your lifetime
Happens for reasons unknown,
So you have to let the cards unfold.
Let your story be shown.
Don’t get wrapped up in the negative.
Be happy with what you have been given.
Live for today not tomorrow.
Get up, get out, and start living,
Because the past is the past for a reason.
It’s been, and now it is gone,
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
It’s done, it’s unchangeable; move on.
Lounging in my chair.
As long as I hold on to you –
I let myself go.
you were a cloud
coming to block
a perfectly good sunset
interrupting the life
of a girl
who was doing just fine
No matter how much we fight,
I’ll always be by your side.
We’ve been through too much
To let what we have slide.
For years you’ve put up with me;
You’re my best friend,
I can always count on you; now it’s my turn to lend.
This is all my fault,
Don’t let this turn our friendship gray.
I love you, and that’s all I have to say.
When I taught you
at eight to ride
a bicycle, loping along
as you wobbled away
on two round wheels,
my own mouth rounding
in surprise when you pulled
ahead down the curved
path of the park,
I kept waiting
for the thud
of your crash as I
sprinted to catch up,
while you grew
smaller, more breakable
for your life, screaming
the hair flapping
behind you like a
You are like the wind
I am like a tree
I have deep roots
you must be free.
Still, sometimes I let a leaf
blow along with thee
and sometimes you are still
and stay close to me.
happiness 4 you
i only want you to be happy
even if it being so, does not include me
i want the best for you; even if i couldn't be the one to give them to you
i want to be the one makes your heart melt;
i want to be beside you ever single second of my life
and most especially when you've had a bad day
I WILL MAKE UP YOUR DAY,
EVEN if you tell me to stop wasting my time on you
i would gladly waste all my hours, minutes,seconds
days,weeks,months, EVEN YEARS
just to see you happy,
i want to give you all my love; but i don't have the chance to do so
clearly you love him; i love you
obviously i should stop trying;i love you
probably because i love you too much; its true
that i did not see the knife coming
that's about to go through my heart
and rip it apart, now it's gone
but, at least your happy but just not with me
and now i'll stop trying; because just like i said before
i want you to be happy
even it being so, does not include me
So many emotions flooding my head
So many missed memories
And so many hurtful ones too
I want to reach out
And rekindle the past
But I know it burnt down many years ago
I still long for those friendships
So many things unresolved
But its time to move on
Time to move on
I didnt realize how much this would change
How much I would lose
How much I would gain
I want to reach back out
And extend my hand
But how do I know someone will be there
Life is happy now
Life is good
Yet I long for the memories
Its time to be locked under lock and key
Time to be stored away
But not forgotten
Locked and put aside
Out of harmful way
But still always a memory
Now is the time to move on
And I have to take my heart with me.