Month: April 2019

The end

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Make it your friend, your tombstone
After all, it’s your last bed mattress
Laying your head for one last time
In the end, one must finally rest. 

So now: strive. Invigorating heart
Widening eyelids, breath in scents
Of life, confess your love in human
Beings, swim upstream to flow of
Time. 

Make your death 
your friend. 
Do not be afraid. 

4.7.2019

Grass

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Wind breezes through hairs of grass
Softly and unhurriedly it caresses
Feeble body of grass so fragile
Feelings overwhelm now while
It lasts. 

Stones, storms, or whatnot is yet to
Come visit, biding their time to 
Strike. Singing their songs of life. 
Should you fear them so much, 
Fear not. 

We will work this out

4.6.2019

Step

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Live for this one step.

This simple progress, one of many

Repetitive task that will go on and

On. But focus all your senses,

Now.

Pour everything into this step.

From the beginning of kinetic

To the consecrated finishing line.

Make the miracle happen.

Once done, forget about it.

Focus now all your senses to a new

Step. Pour your everything again.

This, is your dance.

4.5.2019

Candor

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When the gentle breeze in the dusk

Calls me to the path I’d taken long ago,

I’ll go. Pack my suites and a wristwatch

Notebook and a pen in my hand.

I’d trudge through the dark night

Content in companions of stars and a moon

I’d silently walk the road alone again

Bracing for the unknown.

When the sun starts to rise, I’d thank

For being alive, of having seem the light

And keep relaxed but steady gaze forward

When the sun is up high and blazing

Peacefully, as if nothing cold happened

I’d throw a quick glance at back when

the sun starts to set over the horizon of

The ocean beach or clouds over mountains

Smile a smile just to smile.

4.4.2019

Vacation

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I need a vacation.

Bitterness in the face of an old glory told
over and over again, renewed
promises of beginnings

I just need to go. Exploding out of this confined space, flaming

every idea with new places. But

an oath had been made under an
Oak tree, far, far long ago.

It’s the reason I must shut
open my eyes in this blizzard of
sharp truths, sameness, and thirst

in spite of

betrayals, disappointments, and accusations.

Remember me not. For I am but one of many struggling souls.

Remember me. For I will arise from this ash.

4.3.2019

Tightrope

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There is a laughing clown dancing on a tightrope

There is a solemn knight walking on tightrope

There is a mournful beggar crying on a tightrope

There is a flaming lion roaring on a tightrope.

We are all on a tightrope.

Tightrope is endless.

We will fall from this rope some day.

Will you make a jump of faith?

3.31.2019