Moments

I remember the moment
When I felt alone
No good
And the world was against me
Yes
Even you were with them.

I remember the moment
When we first came together
I will never forget the surprise on your face
Your dark little eyes shining
Black pearls pooled
Almost dazed
Like it was a dream.

I remember the moment
We spent under the sheets
Becoming one
Loving
Under the moonlight coming through the window
Even though
I had to go home.

I remember the moment
Your pretty little face
With the nappy hair
Turned into a frown.
It is still the cutest expression I have seen on your face.
And doubt set in
Over a face in a virtual world.

I remember the moment
I sank to my knees
Pleading
For a chance to work at love again.
While I made
The will to cut
And remove the shade tree
So you could see the plain.

I remember the moment
You trembled
And whispered into my ear
“I love you”
And I loved you too.

I remember the moment
The inglorious time
When day and night
Clashed for the umpteenth time.
And the clouds parted
Taking away the rain.

I know in this moment
Day and night can never be together
I cannot be your knight in shining armour
But still
Te amor.
Forever and always.

In this moment
I know
I never wrote odes about your beauty
But I froze those moments
Making your beauty immortal.
This love letter
Milks the salt from my eyes
Because
It is a little too late
For the moon to be a star.

In this moment
My heart longs for you
To be happy
But time is a circle
And I am a straight line.

Thank you
For the moments we shared
And our star flickered
Bright.
Even if it was just
For
A moment in time.

J
© Sena Frost 2k16

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Patterns

A boy and a girl set out to find a girl and a boy
A boy met a girl
And they fell in love.
It was the beginning and the end
Or so they thought.

A boy set out to find a girl
A boy met a girl
And he fell in love
It was the end
Or so he thought.

A girl set out to find a boy
A girl met a boy
And she fell in love
It was the beginning
Or so she thought.

A boy and a girl set out to find a girl and a boy
A boy met a girl
And they fell in love.
It was the beginning and the end
Or so they thought.

© Sena Frost 2k16

 

INEQUALITY IS NECESSARY

Hold your horses! Before you go on any further, I need you to critically think about it and choose your next words carefully. If everyone was equal who would clean your offices? Who would serve you that lovely food at that expensive restaurant? Who would be selling water in traffic under the blazing sun just so you can parch your thirst? Who would battle mosquitos just so you can buy airtime late at night? Who would go unwashed the whole day just so you can arrive early to work or home?
I grew up from humble beginnings, sharing a room with my sibling and parents. I remember being jealous and sometimes resentful of my cousins and their better clothes and so many toys. It was no different when I went to boarding school. All the rich kids and their provisions and good shoes and what not. I would sit in my corner green with envy.
Sometime in the recent past I told myself one thing; it doesn’t matter. I am who I am and I have my peculiar gifts. I’ve lost a lot of interest in the things I could not have; always on top of the range with the newest tech, the best clothes, going to the nicest places and generally, having the choicest part of life it might seem.
It is all impossible to compete with those born with a silver spoon in their mouths at the game of having things. You’ll either try to fit in (and they would laugh at you for trying and you still won’t fit in) or just be your own man. Appreciating what you have and being kind are more important than setting out to having the best of everything. You need to look no further than David slaying Goliath or Leicester City winning the 2015-16 English Premier League to realize that appreciating who you are is necessary for miracles to happen.
It is necessary to have smaller people doing the work you would be ashamed of doing because they are right where they need to be at that particular moment in time. If you were in their shoes in the fight for survival would you do what they are doing?
Contentment requires great sacrifice. It requires you to cast away dreams of acquiring material wealth and being more than yourself. In return, it lays the secret of the universe at your feet; love. I wouldn’t say I’m perfect but then the path to perfection is progress. If it was that easy everyone would do it.
In 1 Corinthians 1:26-28 (NIV) the bible says, “26 Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. 27 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. 28 God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not to nullify the things that are,”
Learning to love yourself and respecting those who are not in the same position you are the key to equality in eternity. We were all born and we will all die. We are human and do everything human beings do. We are people; inherently selfish and crooked. Letting go of that inborn desire to assert ourselves is the first step to achieving inner peace. This is only possible in a world of inequality. The ‘natural’ order is only temporary because  all we want is to be relevant despite our many flaws and wishes. God either gives you weapons to defend yourself with or quick feet to run away when attacked. Lions have to eat and buffalo and gazelles have to raise their young. Everything is part of the circle of life.
It is only unfortunate people equate being selfish to loving themselves. I believe if you are able to understand yourself with your strengths and weaknesses, you would understand the next person and how people are. You would pity unkind people because in treating others badly they fail to realize they do not treat themselves well.
The next time you see one of those kids begging you for spare change, give if you have. If you don’t have don’t be violent. Nothing good ever came out of taking anything by force.
Envy is a strong motivator. How you use it is up to you. I am unconcerned about what the next person has that I do not have because I am where I am supposed to be at this very moment in time.
Are you?

© Sena Frost 2k16

WHO IS A POET?

 

Or an artist to be precise. There are so many people who parade themselves as such. Just because you have a little skill at putting nice sentences together doesn’t make you a poet or drawing people to perfection an artist.

Art is one of the greatest gifts God gave to man. It is a direct albeit weakened description of His power; the ability to create. A painter breathes life into his painting, likewise a writer into his writing.

The ability to draw observers to your work and by observers I don’t mean those who go gaga at your wordplay or your effortless skill at rendering the human physique or how well you sing or dance. I mean those who sit down and interact with your work because of its inherent depth (or lack of it), those who go beyond the media into the reason behind the work to appreciate true beauty.

Beauty. A very ambiguous subject. It’s the reason why a footballer moving a ball would be adored by fans, a shapely woman gawped and have men at her feet, a morsel of food photographed and paraded like a piece of gold which incredulously is valuable because it is so nice to look at.

The greatest artists of the ages transcended what was viewed as the standards. It is not enough to be part of the latest fad and enjoy the centre stage. Each word and brushstroke and move is your gift to the world. What are you leaving behind after the show is over? People happy with how good you are or people getting better because you touched them in places where hands don’t go?

Would you be remembered as a candle easily snuffed by the wind of time or a star whose dying nova spawns even greater stars?

Art is a legacy, built for the future. Think about it the next time you are going to do what you love.

 

© Sena Frost 2k16

Π

Pi,
The tuning fork
Resonates
Tearing the fabric of space/ time
A continuum of
Matter
And
Energy souped up in
Nebulae of
Frustrations running down fault-lines
A seismic conundrum of vibrations
Shockwaves shifting tectonic plates on beds of
Chthonic magma.

Pi,
The tuning fork
Resonates
Tearing the fabric of space/ time
Uncreated matter trickling from
+-
Electricity unseen
Magnetic cohesion of bonds strengthened by

Pi,
The tuning fork
Resonates
Tearing the fabric of space/ time
Neither here nor there
In a fraction of air
Exists the heir
To undo
Creation
And it is known as

Pi,
The tuning fork
Resonates
Tearing the fabric of space/ time
Drumming on sesamoid bones
Pulsating jelly to
Eukaryotic
Cilia so sensitive to pick up
The flash
Of
The muzzle of a gun
Unburdening itself of
A lead bullet
Led into
An ever expanding universe
Where

Pi is,
The tuning fork
That
Resonates
Tearing the fabric of space/ time
Transcending
Ephemeral biochemistry

© Sena Frost 2k16