Always know when to stop

Pardon me please I haven't felt this restless in that long. Gazing out my tinted black windows and enviously cursing the careless palm leaves that sway precariously to the left in the wind but not worrying for the strength of the stem is rooted in the unity of the soil. East Asia, Southeast Asia, Shinto, Buddhism, Daoism, Confucianism. Asia, the Greek goddess.

Partners Of Lost & Found

Seasons achanging,
beats rearranging,
moving along
we are back to where we belong.

We sang in sync,
raving and rhyming.
Damning it to be extinct,
we blame it all on bad timing.

Ever so slowly akin to death by bleeding,
the tapes remain unplayed,
soundtracks remain unsung.
And we hold on to the sounds of memories,
as we dally like nothing's falling.

I am not moving and neither are you,
but from sidekicks we become
strangers,
though we memorize our phone numbers,
in a desperate attempt to hang on to the last
olive branch that came from nowhere.