I tap down hard
anchored and true
I will shine for you.
In the mist of winter
my essence gives light
in spring I bring the promise
Summer bountiful harvest
Autumn gets cold
but I will remain by your side.
Trouble is not welcome here
only song birds and hare
faithfully I give them dreams
of bountiful fields
yet to come.
With me you will grow
strong and tall
In your deserts or meadows
I will come and make a show.
When words fail
my love will remain
long after you see me no more.
Author: Simone
Rooms…
This room I must leave
so I pack my things
ready to vacate this place
to making in this big bad world.
In this room I have been trapped
red tapes crushed me
regret,
great expectations
false hope
tied me up to die
in this cold solitary room.
I left
hopped on a plane wing
ready to use my voice
explore
discover
over power
disillusion and bring back dreams
locked in that room.
So I made it
landed in cool conditions
I was so glad...
Now,
I sit in this room
and wander...
Befuddled
Befuddled!
I am utterly befuddled!
walked into a shop
right...
thought I'd have a calm night
right...
buy little this, little that and wine
right...
run out barely with my life!
grocery shop have saber toothed prices
right!!
Stressed and befuddled!
thought I could give some help
yeah...
cause I'm a good guy
yeah...
Samaritan and all of that
yeah...
expletives were my best friend today
yeah..
Now I know my place
yeah!!
dumbstruck and Befuddled!
Usually I give good advice
right...
so being a good friend
right...
I decided to help them out
right...
The tongue lashing almost crippled me
right!!
Now I am betroubled.
In this great, big beautiful life
all I have is Befuddled.
Layers
They seem stuck
hard to get off
but I must...
Shame hides me
tried to make me a ghost
durian strong
it lingers.
I peel back it's claws
watch it disappear.
Doubt burns -
burnt flesh nauseate
it reaches out to embrace...
I turn away
and let it slip down the drain.
Envy feeds on the bones of love -
bitter and venomous
life withers in its path
Even so
it tries to seduce
it must go
so,
I flung it over the cliff.
Fear digs deep...
drawing blood...
releasing Ethyl Mercaptan...
I almost pass out
but I removed it -
it slithered and slid away
screaming vengeance.
Now I am naked.
Ready
Rebirth.
Be
Well, you can imitate everyone you know
I like you
you seem strong
have it together
know your plans
have a focus.
So I will take your voice
put it in my pot
The way you move
walk
and smile.
I will fix my face to look like yours
you belief in this?
I will too!
I can fix me
forget my fringe
they look frazzled
because I cannot find my center.
Keep talking
so I can know you
understand you
step into you.
But now -
there are,
so many yous,
years of collection
they are heavy...
so confused
don't know who to be
who to be
today I am -
tomorrow I will be -
no!
Can I take these off?
can I still be?
It Will Be Okay.
Imagine if you lost. Everything you thought you could never live without.
That is a terrifying thought for many of us, but what if we did? What would we do?
It’s easy to look at someone who is not okay and give them advice on what they need to do. Then we think or talk out of their hearing: “Man, that is hard, but thank God it’s not me!”

Now, my issue with such a sentiment is this: does God allow good things to happen to some and bad things to others? Sometimes when we say the above, it seems as if we are somehow exempt from going through certain trials, but we are not.

I spoke recently to a colleague who is undergoing cancer treatment. I had not seen her at work for some time, and then I saw her back out at work. Though she had lost some weight, she seemed so calm and was laughing and smiling, which made me pause and think about how I overreact to some simple things at times. After all she has been through lately, where did she find the courage to get up and live each day as it comes?
As she pointed out to me, it is not easy, but she does it because the alternative is death.
I am realising that the problems I see as insurmountable or really not impossible to overcome. I am in the process of reconstructing my mindset regarding the outlook I have on every situation I face. If I can be devastated at the thought of someone else’s diagnosis and surprised by her ability to get up every day and smile and be pleasant, then maybe I need to change how I view my own problems. Are they really that serious or require the reaction I sometimes have?
Would I be okay if I lost all the things I fear losing, that have nothing to do with the life I have been given by God?
I remember a point, as I got older, that I feared losing my grandmother, and so I used to pray every year that she would live one more year and that God would make it ten or twenty years-or forever if he could. It has been 15 years since my grandmother died, and I still have not forgotten how important she was in my life. Since then, I have made some terrible decisions and some good ones, but the most important thing is that I have been able to continue to live.
An article I recently read, entitled, In Haiti, the Art of Resilience, comes to mind. The article was written in 2010 by Bill Brubaker, after the earthquake which devastated the country and killed 230,000 and displaced approximately 1.5 million others. The writer highlighted a series of stories concerning the impact of the earthquake on the Art community. One that stood out to me was about 87-year-old Haitian artist Préfète Duffaut, who lost family members, friends, his home, and most of his artwork. What was so inspiring about his interview was the hope that Brubaker noted was “shining from his eyes”. The hope is to build from the rubble something new and vital. There were other stories of gallery owners, whose galleries had not escaped the devastation, who provided money and art supplies to artists who had lost everything. Duffaut, at 87, having experienced crisis after crisis in Haiti, along with his countrymen and women, was able to affirm this particular event: “My future paintings will be inspired by this tragedy”. How many of us would be able to create something meaningful and inspiring from the rubble of our own tragedies?
We all have the potential to take ourselves out of the dark abyss that life places us in. All we need to cultivate is a vision of possibilities in the face of adversities.
Though it may be hard for us to keep the faith when things go wrong fast, it will be okay. Just keep telling yourself this until you believe it.
Like many Haitians, let us adopt their attitude when faced with difficulties: ‘Let’s get on with it! Tomorrow is another day.’

A Love Afar
"Hello" -
your voice sounds soothing
are you okay?
yes
though I do not like to think
about my state.
Okay. you sound so interesting.
what are you doing?
right now I sit and look outside
it rained all day.
I love your voice
so rich with expereince.
Thank you.
Well it was fun talking to you,
I'll call back tomorrow.
"Goodbye".
