skipping stones with souls

i did not think i would make it that far.
3 years, 7 months, and 12 days exact
i slugged the sea you where mindlessly bathe
and trudged the land you so carelessly step.

my voyage enduring, but mind at ease,
i longed for new life – something different? perhaps.
with shell in high gear i trekked the slopes,
when stuck to a rock i never lost hope.

but here you come, you stupid beast of man
thinking i’m small and a crumb of your earth,
a pebble perhaps? i’ll skip him to sea!
wave me goodbye with no thought for my soul.

just a snail i am? well, yes i may be,
but i’m coming back, in three years you’ll see!

perfect chances

your eyes arouse and your heart evokes
the feeling of something dear,
the reason i know is solely because
this feeling i also fear.
as the sun at dusk and breeze tonight
mean nothing for tomorrow,
the love you may flood in my hollow heart
could likely lead to sorrow.
do i take the leap and trust the love
will it prove its worth today?
or do i turn around and say no more
just to keep the odds at bay?
but chances come for so many few
the likes of those that cant see,
chances of sorrow, for promise of love
are perfect chances for me.

basil chili chicken rice

sometimes when i eat lunch
i ponder, what to add
is it bland? nah
but is it weak? yes!

i add red stuff to my meal
it is hot. not too much!
the aroma of pepper seed
the salt, tingles the tongue

mmm i blow on the top
to cool the rice and chicken
basil leaves, more please
a flavor, as it is in heaven

then down go the onion bulbs
and carrot tangled in egg
many thanks to the chef
a delightful lunch, indeed