R E F L E C T I O N (sorry, write-up is still under construction)


How you don’t see my worth, I can’t understand
And how you treat me, I must say I only feel pity for you
You don’t see my endowments, you only see my flaws

When you look into my eyes, you only see my mistakes

You never tell me you believe in me…

You seldom encourage me
You don’t love me
Yes, you’ve never ever loved me

You always remind me of my past and failures

You forget to remember that a person’s failure doesn’t make them one…

You tell me “maybe I have a problem”
You say “maybe I’m not special after all”
And when I try to remind you that I could be better
You laugh at me derisively

Wish you could see how much you kill me
Wish you knew how bad you suffocate me
You never let me speak

Never for once have you decided to hear me out

Rather, you shut me up by your unbelief in me…

I am fagged, I am running out of oxygen
But it’s in your hand to save me
And it’s in your hand to rescue me

Look into this mirror and speak life to me now – your reflection
Look into this mirror and speak breath to who you see

Please let your healing words be the remedy that bring this dying image back to life


To That Place Where Only Her Mind Can See…

With hands spread wide. And eyes so closed...where the sun is gold-Orange
..with hands spread wide. And eyes so closed. 

She would love to leave this place

She would love so much to fly away

Maybe board a plane tonight,

Or maybe spread her own wings and just…

Fly fly fly away.

To somewhere that isn’t near “here”

And somewhere that isn’t near “there”

To somewhere, where colour meets Earth

And Earth kisses beauty, 

So that Beauty births Nature. And Nature, Wonder.

She’ll fly fly fly away,

To somewhere, where feet meets cold sand

And face feels the cool air,

With hands spread wide,

And eyes so closed.

Somewhere, where the skies are blue.

And the sun is gold-orange.

Where eight planets are revolving.

And a thousand trees are chanting.

Happiness. And Excitement. She’ll feel alive again.

Spirit. Soul. Body. She’ll finally be breathing.

Exhaling the exhaust,

And inhaling the Breeze.

This sweet breeze of Peace

This sweet breeze of Quiet

This sweet breeze of Rest

This sweet breeze of Freedom

This sweet breeze of Calm

This sweet breeze from Heaven

That whirls into her ear…

…a David Jesse’s Psalm.


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And should she not be afraid?

Afraid of dreaming to fly?

Because, aren’t these all but a figment of her imagination?

Aren’t these all but a picture in her mind?

And when she opens those brown eyes at dawn,

Will reality not knock her in the face again?

Like a hard rock thrown upon a soft wall?

Certainly it will.

But regardless; she’ll let tonight be tonight.

And since she has got tonight,

Then she’ll dream tonight.

She’ll spread those wings, and she’ll fly tonight.

She’ll fly so fast tonight,

Faster than the Peregrine falcon,

And far far far away, she will fly

To that place where only her mind can see.

To that place where someday she assuredly will be.

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