A SINGLE DOOR OPENS



        I'm on 'that bus' again

        My eyes watching again,

        Girls collared beside

        Women independent near me.



        I seldom mention their names,

        Walking and dreaming one name.

        Watching what was, a patch of flowers

        This was us, the growth of one flower.

        Cherishing her, and ambitious woman.



        Mommy is also an ambitious woman.



        Message: Be drawn to fruitful attributes, so you will have lasting and powerful memories.





        LIPS



        She reminds me of nothing

        However, within this flash,

        I am thinking of something.

        "Please come and see me."



        A voice with concerns,

        "What should I wear?"

        With "is this a date?"

        And "what will we do?"

        Silence on the phone,

        She really hates this.

        She thinks during pauses,

        Am I bothering him

        Will he call me again?



        "Wear what you like,

        And naturally, it's a date"

        I light my expectations,

        Darkness is unmasked

        Words are travelling.

         I speak three bars

        Listening to the pitch,

        Adjusting the sound slightly

        To the applauds of her music.



        She sews words to my ears,

        With thread that makes

        No promises.



        There she is:



        She slyly acts,

        Feeling the air,

        Trusting her spirit,

        Wanting to be here,

        Reacting with smiles.

        Speech becomes kisses,

        I pour the apple juice,

        She never saw me again.



        Message: Communication connects us. If we say what we mean, there are no surprises.




        BETRAYAL



        He steadily tried,

        To fatten his wallet

        To equip his family

        To fit his duty,

        Become an image.



        Without money,

        His plans feeble

        His success difficult.

        A camel (rope) through

        A bent needle.



        Success blocked.

        His wife gossiped,

        Ladies criticized,

        His form muddied.

        His image stolen.



        Mental poverty,

        Concerns for his family.

        He craved to carve his calling

        By pushing the plans he produced

        But the tension tightly tightened,

        Changing his pleasing manner,

        Corrupting his fragile honour.



        Verbally lashing her

        Standing far from shelter,

        Dark actions emerge.

        He discontinues giving

        Freezes his ability to help,

        Hardens against his children,

        Un-kisses his wife's love.

        His image reads, `for self.'



        Message: To be discarded by one's family is a great inner torture.