Category: Poetry

Remember

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Have you noticed the creases at the back of your fingers have increased since the springtime when the blossom of the cherries cascaded like the white dancing will-o’-wisps?

That grocery list you swore you’d remember that summer afternoon as you put your feet into your sneakers to slip into the orange sunset, do you still remember?

Have the bubble that sizzled like fireworks of the July Fourth alongside the river ever got forgotten under thousands of layers of sediments of numbed memories over time?

Have they?

Do

You

Remember?

8.21.2021

Shield

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Because the shields are born out of fire,

They thrive on pressure.

Battlefield is where they are called to.

When bullets explore towards you,

When the silvery teeth blink from sheath,

Shields are called upon, to tank it all, and then push back.

Guarding its realm of space, they thrive.

When you see a fire, run towards it.

For the shields are with you as always.

8.2.2021

Running On A Rope

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Deep contemplation and years of encounters,

Thousands of practices may have prepared for this sprint

A challenge visited like a whimsical hail storm, a quick sand in a vast desert,

Your question prompts series of serious decisions to be made.

Do I know enough?

Do I risk my time?

Uncertain slope of the rope is to be ignored with a sprint.

Only fingers that are crossed may do something about this business.

8.1.2021

Spiral

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Be kind to yourself.

Because when others visit your soul, they will be nourished in your joy and happiness.

Be courageous with yourself.

Because in the cold moments, the fire of justice will guide those who have been lost.

Be ready with yourself.

Because the moment of testament will strike like a lightening to electrify everything.

7.30.2021

Morse

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In the rhythm of wind breezing by the tree branchs,

In the way that the sunlight hit the earth

In the way historic men have built the ivory walls

Lies the code, the prevaricated mystery, a consonant rhythm.

Isolate your ears and eyes. Embrace the nothingness. Clear your mind. And see and create the path that’s been already there.

7.29.2021

Echo

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I threw a pebble, a vestige of a forlorn memory, onto the dark river

The pebble skidded, skipped, and spun on the surface of this grim body of water

Reverberating its energy, its voice, its existence.

Forgotten, yes, it may be. Yet, the turbid wave of the world moves, responding with panegyrics.

Peripatetic journey continues on, even as the fainting shine of a lighthouse waves quietly.

7.28.2021