walking in darkness,
mountain-high giants
silently all appear around.
‘can you make the cut?’ they ask.
‘sure why not’ I answer
while my standard still glows
I stare at my hands both
bloodied by both fresh and old scars
12.19.2020
Category: Poetry
Apologies
Apologies.
I must go where I’ve set my eyes on
carousel around the paradox
had been a joyride while it lasted.
I remember my roots.
I remember my promises.
I remember my comrades.
I remember my angels.
Apologies.
But I must go where I’ve set my eyes on
Pushing all that blocks my path
Keeping truth in my heart.
12.16.2020
Ride
rising out of the flame
we march toward the sky
riding on the waves on reign
we lunge forward with a cry
it’s a good day to be alive,
don’t you dare say goodbye
12.15.2020
Many
one amongst many,
but neighbor sowed envy,
tempted to keep the parry,
yet fairytale is all but empty
humble stroll may be healthy
yet crumbled breads may be wary
but merry be the steady
ready for the sunrise gently
12.14.2020
Battleground
you’ve fought long and hard,
foes at every corner of this orchard
lost are friends, either tossed or crossed
no matter the cost, you must not get lost.
May silence be your alliance
your conscience; your guidance,
a defiance against insolence,
vigilance to your disciplines.
12.12.2020
Drum
onslaught of fear in thin air
merciless march of clock needle
felt heavily on wrinkles of skin
yet the rising yolk of the sun
blossoming beyond the curve of the earth
drums the blood through the veins
rise, rise again
rise, rise again
12.6.2020
Blister
have you ever held something so tightly
that tiny soft red blisters bulged on quietly
when it was yanked away from your fist?
have you ever clawed your way on a cliff
with nothing but your bare tender fingers
not feeling the remains of bursted blisters?
have you ever ran towards the fire
forgetting everything before the reminder
that you, too, was once a tender dreamer?
12.4.2020
Globular
I ran until the time morphed the space.
the familiarity of the past,
the mystery of the future,
blended into a globular furniture.
the pouring of memory does not stop.
will ricocheting droplets of the raindrop
recall its home enshrined in mists
thousands of kilometers above in space?
12.3.2020
Pebbles
I threw a pebble into the ocean.
it reverberated back to my feet.
I threw a couple more into the water.
it frizzled and wrinkled into a fleet.
I kept the pebbles in my fist.
the ocean spoke in waves.
I opened my fist and let the pebbles drop and roll.
They rolled and rolled until they’ve become drops of sands.
12.1.2020
Recall
every time before I ly my head to my pillow
I dream a tomorrow of excellence
every morning my consciousness awake
I grimace at my own conscience
of yesterday
7.7.2020
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