Job, Life and me in the middle.

The things you see when stuck in a promotion job.

Channelling Asian Look for
Asia Wellness Programm
at convention

Growing old in Love.

A little something I wrote as I observed an older couple, thickly in love and wonderfully caring towards each other. Something we should all wish for and work towards.

Picture by misslisa
Original: Käthe Kollwitz

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youtube: I'm giving you a go...

As of today, I shall attempt to play some of my written word onto youtube too. I have so many papers lying around filled with poetry and words dancing across the lines. And I guess I have come far enough since those relatively morbid and sometimes dark lyrical musings to share them with you all. Sometimes we need distance to be able to stand above things. So, enjoy and stay tuned (literally, cos I will be talking to you directly.)

Here it is: themisslisa1984 on youtube <-- just click here!

Your, Miss Lisa

Furore of Angel's Wings

(Love and what it does to you...)

Aurora whispers;
my thoughts overcast
eyes in a cold sweat
blanket in starry Utopia.

Hands conducting
brazen-mouthed queues
meow
metallic-black.
Stomach
shorn with ether
as a zephyr whitewashes my lips.

No-man’s-land.
Fish out of water
in the womb of time;
struck with inspiration.

Frosted flashes
of familiarity
faltering in flight;
fastened to fatigue.

Exhale…
Inners sigh. Gasp!
Exhilaration grins in malice
patience persists
heart docks at dew point.

Nerves effervescent
Setting sun submissive;
selfish in vacuum.
A night taints my flesh.

A melancholic smile
morrow!
for you, love.

Light Faith...

… she whispers,
hands clasped in musing;
lightly creasing
with feet
cocooned
in twinned ruby purrs.

… she beckons,
eyes bathed dormant;
whilst lips veiled
in shredded
sleepless cloud
umbrella agape rupture;
livid with windows and
spry in coloured promise.

… she smiles,
day breezy on stars;
toes blazon plum twinkles
holding honey hands
untied
in stitched unity;
brushing in bold life.

… she sings,
sketching memories
thick with small hours;
light in black earnest;
knotted in faith;
apprehensive in chest
and word-painting in ripe breath.

… she believes.
And I, adhering to,
light in faith pray to
mirror;
so circled in silhouette;
so saturated in giving.

Light faith
I thank
for the one that is two;
for the us that is
you and me.

Copyright: Lisa B.