Hope

In a week when a tsunami effortlessly brushed a wedge of civilization aside, when the threat of a global radioactive contamination held the world's breath, when at the hight of his so called glory, Khadaffi cowers to UN orders, when 47 yemenite protesters were shot, when Barhein asked the Saudis for miltary aid to quash demonstrators, when the Ivory Coast seems to drown in a maelstrom of blood, when the level of stress and acrimony at work has reached stratospheric heights, the first leaved have graced me with their arrival and given me hope and a smile.

i can feel it

i can feel the weight of stress
not usually stressed
i sure am now
the worst thing about it , is that it comes from work
work that should come second to everything, and yet makes its way up first
heading the pack of life's priorities
when flying off in a big jet plane should

the real world ain't real

the look

As she stooped up

she raised her head

her dark slate eyes looked straight into mine

that cheeky smile

her hair naturally fell over part of her face

i could see her look though her strands

looking deep into me

her parted lips

smiling

we could have been naked

she could have been riding me

her hips tangled onto mine

the way she looked so simply satisfied and happy

made me shiver

it was so real

movement

you see, if i keep moving
i won't fall a sleep
if i keep moving and doing things
i won't think about the rest
all this movement
all these little things
avoid the crash