Ritual

Wouldn’t want to change a thing..

The hat, the bag and the overflowing rag,

they all belong; in a non-possessing sense of the word.

It is like a harmony of elements

put together to try to en-canvass Freedom!

To add a sigh to this thought;

this harmony comes nonchalantly

to her, on her and with her.

She is like the consciousness’ ritual of

portraying and living the word free!

And I steal my bit of bliss by

trying to weave some words around her –

our ritual for my lady, my giving tree!

Merlot

She likes to explore.

I like Merlot.

I can't wait
for conversations,
face to face,
blended with
her choice and,
my Merlot.
The love
that we make
after our sips
to base
would be colors,
infinite.
Would be shades
of tastes
infinite.
Would be a blend
that defies
Cabernet Chauvignon.
Would be a spirit
as they call
a perfect blend..
a perfect wine.

~Teop

Who Wants.. To Live Forever!

You must be special..
you.. you unforgettable piece of memory.

For,
on some random
Thursday night
you still occupy
some heads,
some hearts..

far away from where you are.

For,
people down here,
still love you and,
think of a moment,
or two
with you
in it, them.

Perfect,
for a beautiful woman
that you were..

for a beautiful soul
that you are;

I want you,
to know that..

those heads,
those hearts..

with you,

now believe that..

'A thing of beauty
is a joy
forever'.

Teop

Depression is Golden

Moment and again,
when I stop trying
to be
a self-fixer,
I come to face
with this B side
of me,
within me.

It is a sucker,
for gloom.
It listens to the sermons
of crimson kings,
empathizes with
the melancholy
of as something
as small as
a gush of wind
not talking back to you.
Its a blizzard of crap,
when judged.
Its heart-breaking beautiful,
when felt.

Loathing in its love,
for such glooms, this morning,
it, yet again,
bows to the Crimson, King!
Partners in gloating,
in gloom.

~Teop

Lament Soda

Trying to figure
the remedy
the cure
the panacea.
All my life
I have
given and received
a 'to do' list
to work with
when sad, upset or depressed.

It doesn't work.
It doesn't fuckin work.

Teop.

Kintsugi

Lady, I love the process.
I spend the night
walking streets of downtown,
Auckland.
I perturb the colony of bees
of my thoughts
and let them buzz around,
disturbed by happening.
Worsts of me and,
bests of me
go naked in that cloud of buzz.
Lady, I contemplate my love
for strip-clubs,
I look a lost crowd of
women, gut-wrenching sexy.
And I miss you.
Not in a phoney, blank -
he-holds-her-so-tight
and-aah-i-wish-i-could-also-get-to-hold-you-tight-right-now.
It is more of wishing to
accept that these wishes are the cracks
in my whole
and I want you to see them,
acknowledge them,
try to love them
and hold me.
Because,
I know that
only you can.
I love this process
of thinking of my vices,
my cracks
and then thinking
that the comfort lies in
confession and acceptance.
You, my love, accept me.

~Teop

The Fallen One!

Everyday I sit down comfortably,
with my spine straight and
try to puncture
my spiritual heart to
let in some light
for the kaged Lucifer.
He ain't a bad guy,
I feel.
Just a helper with
not so kosher
means.
Some coming day
I would have
punctured it enough and
released the angel
who can't be mean
just because
he had a fall.
Some coming day,
I shall know
how it feels
to hangout
with the most honestly broken me.

~Teop