Recipe For Disaster
When the curtain goes down,
the masks come off to reveal
what you hide behind that frown.
But you just smile at the turn of the heel
when the mysteries that lie beneath
are celebrated with a kiss
like a holiday worthy of mistletoes and wreaths
and those birthday parties that you miss.
This cake of disaster made of oats
Where did you get your recipe?
It seems you forgot to sugarcoat
left me without icing or the cream.
In a state of trance,
dazed, so mesmerized.
Yet you continue with your happy prance
as if nobody was ever victimized
by your pretentious self-image
of endless second guessing you.
Maybe there’s truth to the adage
“The wise man knows himself to be a fool”.
And fooled I was,
You had put up such a great act
But now that I see through the lust
My dreams of fiction just isn’t fact.
You are a work of art
A deceivingly beautiful masterpiece
with a gold-covered cold heart
What a hell of a recipe.
“Many have tried to pin down what the resilience is or should be, and how to measure and promote it. Intuitively, more than anything else, resilience is a knowledge. A proficient understanding of the disaster risk, its driving forces and impacts. Knowing how to prepare, respond and recover from disaster strikes. More than that, resilience is a capacity to deploy that knowledge. To help oneself to get back to the feet after having sustained a hit. To learn how to. ”—