Ma Chere Memere

I wrote this poem for my grandmothers funeral as she passed away suddenly but peacefully on Oct. 27/2011. There is nothing more important than your elders, the connection you have with them, the lessons they teach you and the memories you share. RIP Therese Rhea Croteau. Our love to you forever. 

Words cannot say

The pain we feel today.

We knew you were fragile

But thought we still had a while.

You lived to the fullest

Each and every day.

You gave of your life your best

In each and every way.

You are with God now.

And your body is resting.

Someway, somehow,

We will move away from the sting

Of you taking your final bow.

Thank you for all your love,

Your legacy of artwork,

Your time and joy,

Your support and advice.

You always laughed and smiled,

“Now now there dear,

No more crocodile tears.”

As I stand here I still find it hard to believe you are gone.

You lived a full life and for that I thank God.

On t’aime memere,

Notre belle memere.

May your soul rest in peace. 

Princess With No Throne

Oh, how I know this feeling.
Somehow I'm down, I'm kneeling.
Arms crossed, I know its the end.
Ironically even before the beginning.
It's a trend.
Its a pattern I despise.
I ask only to spare me your lies.

Do not call me princess.
How dare you possess
the audacity to dress
me up like a doll
and then stall.
I was having a ball
till you told me you'd call
and you didn't.

Oh how I know this smell,
It's old and stale, the definition of hell.
I thought we connected so well.
I thought you saw through my shell.
Once again, I fell.
One day, I will not kiss and tell.

Until next time, good luck on your journey.

My only wish is that you do some learning.

Get Over It

This is dedicated to all those people stuck in codependent relationships, or who are having a hard time getting over a relationship that was unhealthy.

What about "over" do you not get?
Why for the past do you so fret?
Why not choose a new set?
I promise you its better to forget.
Your future awaits you, get ready, get set...
It's been over, its been done.
Get over it.

What about "no" means yes?
What about this is not a mess?
Why do you think you deserve less?
Alright, I confess.
I'm over it. Your turn.
Get over it.

Why are you so focused on the past?
Not all good things are meant to last..
Especially when they are lived half-assed..
Go ahead, you can do it, take off the cast..
Do it, like a band-aid, and do it fast.
Until you do, your sails will be half-massed.

Set them to sail.
Get out of your self-inflicted jail.
Get over it.

Haterade

Sip, sip, sip away.
While  you sip, I will work.
While you sip, I will seek.
While I seek, I will find.
I will clear my mind.

Sip, sip, sip to your hearts content.
While you sip, I will love.
While you sip, I will laugh.
While you sip, I will smile.
I will be happy.

Sip, sip, sip, be careful not to drip.
While you sip on your poison,
While you drink your toxic waste,
While you stagnate with hate, you fuel my fire.
So sip, sip, sip away to your hearts desire.

Would you like another glass?
You do not drink alone.
We are all in the same class.

While you hate, I will move forward.
So get the FUCK out of my way.

Anonymous

I am a local but a nobody.
You don't know my name.
I do not need anybody.
My life is not your game.
I'm trying to become somebody.
Yet I do not seek fame.

Small pools bear me no comfort.
I need room to stretch my legs.
I don't like to be reminded of past hurt.
Confine me and I will beg.

I am everyone yet no one.
Thats how I like it.
Recognition is like aiming a gun.
Upon being sighted I flee, I fight it.
My identity is known only to the sun.
My anonymity is my saviour.
I will protect it.

The Nomad

To travel is to live.
It's to give.
An energy exchange
of all things strange.
For it I always yearn.
Endless lessons to learn.

To wander is to breathe.
Without it I grieve
as if mourning a loss.
So is the cost
of settling down,
of being bound.

To move is to refresh.
Everything before it must cess.
A new life is begun
and only the sun
knows who you are,
knows you come from a far.

To travel is to roam,
like the rolling stone,
I am alone.
I gather no moss.
For some, this is my loss.
For me, this is to grow.
How much?
Only I will ever know.

Indonesiaku

Indonesiaku, the rumours are true,
I love you.

Indonesiaku, the predictions are blue,
I miss you.

Indonesiaku, to all my crew,
I thank you.

Every moment spent was enjoyed to the fullest
Every night out had its amazing memories
Every person in some way has left a print

To die for scenery,
Stunning and endless beaches,
Delicious and savoury food,
Love-themed music industry,
Crazy dope fashion scene,
Silly sense of humour,
Always up for a gag,
Unforgettably warm and genuine people,
The definition of kind,
I will never fully have you out of my mind.

                                Indonesiaku/hatiku/cintaku.