My childhood was both sour and sweet,
Sour because I lived with two mothers who were immiscible liquids,
Sour because of sibling conflict and strife,
Sweet because my brother and I enjoyed the company of communal friends.
Growing up on Apple Avenue was a memorable experience,
There was a large field at one end,
It housed a public school,
There were vendors on the field who sold indigenous confections,
My brother and I were their loyal customers,
There was a tree on the field that barely had leaves even during the rainy season,
We were told different mystical tales about the tree.
The highlight of one of the evenings was a bicycle race,
Chopper versus BMX,
The race was about which bike was faster,
In the maiden race, my brother was a few metres ahead,
The Chopper rider committed a foul,
He collided with the rear wheel of my brother’s bicycle,
My brother’s bicycle tumbled and he sustained injuries,
It resulted in a fight between rival groups.
The bicycle race was on hold for a long time.
September 25, 2026.
In a room besotted with lavish grace,
An expensive glass lampshade has its place.
Its exuberant glow, a soft hug warm,
But, somewhat less convincing is its form.
For a bruise on the heart, a hidden wound,
Belies the way the stained glass is attuned.
Lead and glass are immiscible matter.
Dull and gray vs bright, color splatter.
The lampshade's design is a compromise.
With horrid thick black lines through clear blue skies.
With the wondrous glass insulted and demeaned,
To fill the gaps among the lines between.
Expensive trinkets can't mend bad form pain,
When deep within their sad souls, scars remain!
I had put our meeting off so many times for fear that it would fail, and be a waste of time. I prepared a lovely salad. Thought I'd make some mayonnaise. The kind I thought you liked, with a yolk of free-range eggs, gluten-free and ovovegetarian. Low-carb to be on the safe side as well. Not the bottled commercial stuff full of preservatives and chemicals, but hand-made fresh from scratch au naturel, sweet, tasty, tangy and lovely.
I gently beat the egg yolk and slowly drizzled the vegetable oil into it a few drops at a time, while whisking, relatively not too briskly. I thought all was going ever so well. But the mixture became clumpy and lumpy as the emulsion broke, fell apart, and separated. I started again, mixing ever so slowly this time to bring the immiscible oil and yolk slowly together to meld and combine. But I failed again and again and again.
Out of eggs, with no time to get more, I made a vinaigrette instead! Oil and vinegar, smooth and rough, sweet and sour. They meld so well, despite their relative quirks and differences. No yolk this time. Touche.
We were oil and water
Immiscible
Not right for each other
Unable to mix
Oil always thought it was better than water
We were alcohol and fire
Dangerous together
One made the other stronger
While the other faded away
Disappearing into nothing
We were soap and water
A cliché partnership
Pretty much expected
Worked well together
It seemed to make sense
We were fruit and vegetable
One sweeter than the other
A healthy relationship
But seeds needed to be removed
They would cause problems
We were Hydrogen and Oxygen
H2O
Perfect combination
Together we were something so much more
Than when we were apart
We were curvy and straight
One out of the ordinary
One perfectly normal
Two different styles
And perspectives
We were left and right
Fate tried to send us in different directions
But we ignored the signs
No serendipity
Didn’t need fate's approval
I was me
He was him
We were us
And together...
We were perfectly imperfect
The kiss of the black hole
Clandestine
Purposely unknown
The galaxy it's home
Tear apart my heart
It's just a start
Feed off my remains
The ultimate creation
Giving life
Thy kingdom comes
To be undone
Hallowed Be thy name
For your the greatest power
Our small minds may conceive
It only takes a glance
At your utter magnitude
For the doubters to believe
The vengeance of the lord
Is displayed in your cycle
I wish I could be great like you
An inmovable idol
Teardrops tear away from me
And drop down to the ground
Immiscible feelings swirling
As they dare not make a sound
This is the silent killer
That lies in the end of all emotion
Spewing out unwanted light
Without another notion
This is your nature
To destroy order by your hand
Spewing out of severed chaos
That begats new foreign lands
As if you were the creator
Perhaps he resides inside
The black holes might
Drinks in the light
And reincarnates it beyond the shadows
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