my.sunday.lullabies

Light

Thought I’d quickly write something on the picture I drew below

The light forever shines

stunningly bright, we find,

as we lay in the grass

each strand welcomes us past.

In it’s glory discover

not the sun not the father

rather the ocean glows

reflecting only to show

a transformation of life

a new sacrifice

it’s particles cleansed so pure

as it sparkles to allure. 

a doodle of a fence that eventually ended up becoming a doodle of my favourite places…

productivity in english classes :)

Footprints are left now

sand staining black now

in deserts I find

for water I cry.

Leaves they are crunching

people they’re leaving

around my two feet

my eyes they now weep

till the sun it falls

eyes wait for your call

waiting listening

waiting just giving-

up to the world

so screaming minds whirl

with my nemesis

lost are promises.

Embrace delilah

remember father

as I sit and cringe

dine with the pigs.

But look out beyond

all my dreams long gone

oh look out and see

past the me and me

the walls closing in

the counting the trying

see the horizon

the sun has risen

a sigh of relief

your voice is beneath

my every step now

to teach why and how

the desert behind me

has one pair of feet;

carried on your back

through dark and black.

Fingers they dance now

voice calling out now

only for you,

resounding just to

watch you smile there

hear your voice where-

ever you go

is where this heart flows.

Along the fretboard

see their passion soar

sway back and forth

in shine and in storm.

“How great it must have been, long ago, when the world was still unknown.”

- Shaun Tan ; Tales from outer suburbia.

How great it must have been, long ago, when the world was still unknown…

When the world was still flat…

When the undiscovered swirled

before our minds to unfurl

their beauty as we would gaze

and smile on their lovely ways.

Before only us they danced,

with eyes closed and entranced

imaginations swivel

in circles they unravel

they say ignorance is bliss

if only you could see this

heart pounding to discover

what you hide in and under

your soul oh so beautiful

are our eyes deep as whirlpools.

Was about to head off to bed but realised I couldn’t without doing this one last quick thing. 

I took this photo in Indonesia.

And just felt like I had to write this quickly.

Unnamed.

My chocolate melts while

his lips crack in a smile.

I still don’t get how

sweat can line his brow

as he’d beg for cash

as he’d search in trash

while grease builds here now

from excess food how

I worry ‘bout providing

when he’s just striving

yet he’s still smiling

yet he’s still laughing

while I passed him by

while I didn’t even try.

What happens when storms

and waves leave him torn

it still breaks my heart

that I could depart

I took the picture

and was convicted

saw we look the same

he remains unnamed.

That’s it.

Goodnight!

what I see every morning

strawberryliquorice:

my friend, Clinton :)