For in what we can share
We find joy and meaningfulness,
I’d found love and grace,
Humbled and honored,
In having lived, breathed, and saw.
7.4.2019
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
It’s a dance.
Crowded people chats over a cup of tea
Thick rimmed glasses staring at Apple laptops clicking their blinks away with coffee
Dreams, telltales, hopes, and victories flies around in the air, parrying in melody
In this friendly battlefield, a warm smile glanced over, beaming with courage,
An invitation, like a folded silk patiently waiting to be untied, flew in sweet aroma
Tickling it was, yet unnoticed.
Fizzling sunset calmed into a dusk, and then into darkness of silence and timelessness
In this darkness, we’ve met again. Passing by each other again.
Now I hope to see you again. In the eyes, and touch the fire that smelled so pleasant.
7.2.2019
White, they are, falling from the sky
Not cold, not hot, just look warm
Solid, simply stays on the street.
Tiny bit by bit it falls, just as a hand of seconds doesn’t know when to sleep.
Truth is, it is salty. Ignore it and let it sit,
It will be bone-crushing heavy.
But sweat and tear will melt it away.
Where do sweat and tear come from?
7.1.2019
Do not let your ego pass you by unchecked
For the flip side of honor may arrive.
Just watch how easy it is the beauty of nature submerges in darkness.
Still, go forth with your chest spreading wing bones widely
Embracing all, good and bitter, rise.
It’s a journey, ups and downs.
It’s a dance, gains and losses.
Smile, smile, my love.
6.30.2019
Electric shriek rips through the air
As a lightening bolt streams through grey clouds covering in waves the vast sky
Slapping the eardrums of the dumfounded,
Awakes, inspires, and awes the new eyes
Breathing a vision, a belief, it’s now clear
That it’s a leap of faith,
To ride on the lightening bolt.
6.29.2019
Is it a rage? Is it a passion? Is it a lust?
Drenching in salty sweat,
Bloodshot eyes gaze steady fast at their dreams,
Dreams of fulfillment, of validation
Craving for more, body leans forward, charging against the waves.
Will it be an illusion or will it be a be real deal?
The boy and girl inside each one of us must follow and survive.
6.27.2019
When the day is over,
Bittersweet and peaceful is the walk back home
Green brushes of tree leaves gracefully wave,
sparkling against sunlight
Gentle breeze caresses on an exhausted shoulders,
softening a tightened heart
As the sun warmly retires over horizon,
lanky shadows lay on this lonely street
A whiff of soft, fresh air of life
lifts up a spirit to delight.
6.26.2019
Lips of green tree leaves touch
On a peacefully quiet summer evening
Smooth sliver of wind loftily engulfs both
Holding each other softly close caressing
In darkness, their shapes dissolve
Wholly together, throbbing halves evolve
Into stream of movements, rumbling,
Rolling, and spinning together twinkling
A morning comes, a clear drew rests on
Each of their forehead, cooling off, or
Shedding tears, unexpected, unpracticed
Smiling into each other, satisfied.
6.25.2019
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