Senses Around Me

My mind is as dark and as void as my room is right now with its lights off. Despite the lone back light from my laptop, everything still appears blurred with my lacking motivation to actually focus my sights. Near to my right there is the dull yet consistent hum of my tower as it drones on in its constant state of unrest. Before me is the faint tapping as I type these very words on this familiar program to which I have no particular sentiments. Remaining is only the rhythmic light wisps of breath as my lungs rise and fall in a life long forged pattern. This is what fills my room at this hour of the night. An abstracted mind’s wandering eye gazing upon this room can see how everything has grown to be what it is right now. How each and every single object in my room has a story behind it. When I raise my hand up towards the ceiling, looking past it but observing its shape, its like I’m looking in a mirror at myself, but not just physically. I can see all the heartfelt memories and pain filled scars and the fashioned tales that my hands tell. I can realize how I have changed over the long years. My size, looks, colourings, definitions, even how I view myself. My hands are what make me who I am. How they move and how they react. How steady they are and how they flow with steams of life. As if all the creativity in my entire being flows out through these hands of mine. I can see the power held within, but the control and gentle edge as well. The passion, the rage, the desire to create and the ability to destroy. From the way the skin sits over my bones, veins and muscle to the scars, spots and freckles all make up the adjectives that spice up the story of my life.

I used to hate my hands, but now I love them.
~Chiko.

For You, My Friend

Be it in times as onerous as these,
Where doubt and deceit curdle in thy mind.
Fleeting emotions in thy throat do seize,
A true friend will not be hard sought to find.

Despair does wash over thy dismal face,
And objects of contempt give false allure.
Instead rely on friends tender embrace,
For times of woe are quick fixed by this cure.

Seek not harmful ways to escape the pain,
Ignore the untruth, turn face from judas.
Then you will see only true friends remain,
To stand with thee till tribulations pass.

Give thy trust for on me you can depend,
Through thick and thin this friendship will not end.

Always here,
~Chiko.

Reflection in the Amalgam

As the microorganism floats in seemingly infinite space.
As the sunflower sways in the late summer breeze.
As the butterfly is jostled by the swaying plant.
As the movement catches the attention of a bird swooping down.
As the dozing cat opens a lazy eye to watch the spectacle unfold.
As the laughing child feels the fur covered tail slip through his tiny hand.
As the lurking mother moves to scold her disobedient child.
As the edge of a cliff gives way and cascades across an barren road.
As the mountain overlapping two tectonic plates slowly shifts.
As the clouds drift in the sky to block your view.
This is the world through the looking glass.

Just a small speck compared to this world,
~Chiko.

Five Words That Mean The World

fear - hope - happy - anger - death

To a woman, fear is having the man she loves most leave her.
To a child, hope is wishing his mother might buy him the candy he craves.
To a newly married couple, happy is their first kiss as husband and wife.
To a man, anger is letting the women he loved most walk away from him.
To an atheist, death is the end.

Exercising the imagination,
~Chiko!

Hello Seattle

Fluxing dispositions can possibly catch those around you off guard. As for me, my soul flows with the music that flows through my ears. Seemingly irritable; although I am an old lighthouse, throwing beams of bright lights. Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun. Taken heed from everyone.

Hello Seattle, I am the thoughts at hand,
On the page in your book.

~Chiko