death by past?

What is it about the past
that to destroy it we must

Every shred of evidence
of our existence
Every bean of knowledge
of our presence
We have to eradicate.

Each telling of a thousand words,
Each document of our unscrupulous deeds,

Could it be we detest our past
We sloth in the present
and bleakly look to the future?

Should sleeping dogs lie
or rouse them and snuff them?
Is it what we have done or what we did not do?
Missed opportunities in studies, romance and life.

Surely innocence and naivety
shouldn't be so easily dismissed
Such as teenage angst and strife.

Is yours the same?
Murder like no other,
death by past?

Dental

Perhaps the greatest compliment to a dentist
would be to fall asleep in the chair
to show such trust in his skills
that one is so relaxed that
one falls asleep.

Or it could be fatigue.

Today's dental was average la.
Started with a little trepidation
but then it ended quite alright.
And now I'm braced.

Perhaps it's true that when one sense is reduced,
other senses step up to maintain the equilibrium.

I could have sworn I smelt black pepper crab on his gloves.
And I could have sworn I smelt female arousal too.
Perhaps the nurse.
Perhaps.

dreams

I had a rather weird dream last night.

I dreamt I was bathing my daughter of around five years of age (I think) and there was a man trying to snatch her away from me.

That's the gist of it though. In dream-lity, it lasted way longer than the time it took for you to read that sentence.

And, the night before I had a deja vu dream. You know, those kind of dreams where you see a particular scene and it's not familiar or very memorable, but in the future, whether it be one, five or ten years, the scene becomes reality, and it strikes you that you've seen it somewhere before.

My instinct told me it was a deja vu dream.

Waves of dreams. I feel something major is coming. But what?

Ray

Plugged into her world of musical fantasy
where colors mix with emotions and
troubles blend into oblivion.

A hook, a leap,
a turn, a skip.

There're no others,
no we, no them,
just I, me and myself.
Perfection in solitude.

Left foot out, right foot in,
Twist, sway, steps in array.

No walls fence her in
no border for self expression
Self recognition, self reflection
Angst transforms into

Colors.
Each a different hue and blend
A constant beat, a pulsating gland.

Her escape from the world
from family
from pressure
from emotional heart-wrecks
from standards of the world.

do or die

The other day, me and my bunk mates were talking about occupational hazards.
Now I don't mean occupational hazards like being killed by a crane on a construction site or a firefighter dying of smoke inhalation, but how certain lines of work affect your life.

For example, a person serving many years in the army would be accustomed to having his orders obeyed without hesitation, or having a disciplined lifestyle, and he would probably bring this home as well. So, if his child were to question his orders, he might probably flare up and shout back.

Or a male gynaecologist might lose his sexual appetite. Asking females to spread their legs for him might be sexually arousing for many who might want to do that on a occasional basis, but on a daily basis, it would probably lower his libido.

Or a mathematician might get sick of seeing numerals after work. And the list goes on and on.

Every job has its hazards, some are easy to identify like death or physical disability, but there are others that affect you psychologically and emotionally, and so a right balance must be struck; between work, life and love.

Do, or die.

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Till the next prose or poetry entry, or updates, take care :)

life stands still

Grass sways gently in the wind
The road along, long and empty
save for one man.

Polo tee and Levi's jeans
A black bag on his back
Shades protect his eyes
and a pair of earphones embedded deeply.

His hand wave to and free
conjuring dreams and visions
raging phoenixes and fiery dragons
gliding serpents with flickering tongues

A snap of fingers and a bench appears.
He takes a rest, plugs out his earphones
and enjoys the serenity.

An eagle soaring high above the clouds,
A gazelle raises its horns to look at him,
before galloping away.

He sits and enjoys his moments of freedom and worrylessness.
No need to take the first step to inquire about people
no need to worry about feelings of others
a rest from worrying about others and not himself
a rest from being taking for granted
and just enjoy nature and
God.

A breeze blows away his fatigue
and grants him new patience and understanding.
And you might just blink and miss it
but if you looked closely
you would have seen two men in white
sitting by his side on the bench.

As the three of them sat and watch the setting of the sun,
and enjoyed the breeze that wafted through
riding on it the smell of the sea,
the sounds of seagulls cawing in the distance,
and for that moment,
life stands still.

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