waiting for the sun to rise
waiting for the moon to shine
Al for the lasting impact
that might arrive on a thunderous roar
on a moment’s notice
what would you do to make world change
I would say I would wait for the
smile on your face.
10.21.2021
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
waiting for the sun to rise
waiting for the moon to shine
Al for the lasting impact
that might arrive on a thunderous roar
on a moment’s notice
what would you do to make world change
I would say I would wait for the
smile on your face.
10.21.2021
unlike movies, unlike novels, unlike commercials,
there aren’t time for silence.
each second testifies against (for) your existence
so I say, take that extra step to go a distance
do not be afraid to be naked
to your own conscious, not others’
for love, for hope, for courage, for faith,
take that extra step towards your goal
10.20.2021
as if core of sun enveloped into my chest,
like warmth after slurping on a hot miso soup
heat radiates from my heart chambers
seeing your letters.
it’s one of the reasons why I keep together
after getting marked with scars after scars
by the nature, and by fellow humans.
to keep warmth going, to meet at our rendez-vous. thank you for giving me something to hold onto.
10.19.2021
if I could stop the time I would’ve.
but my heart would still beat forward
enveloping the moment ever so reverberating
cherishing every grain of seconds this allows
for me to be present next to you.
the sun seems brighter than usual
perhaps those eyes that embodies the world
make this one a bit more brighter.
10.8.2021
when you feel shades of life
slipping into roots of your spine
bringing slow, murky weight to your eyes
covering labels of black and white
when you feel the internal clock needle
pushing you to make a choice a little
too fast for your own good
drink a warm bowl of white clam chowder
a soulful companion, an unconditional lover,
your pupils will open to what was unknown
flooding your nerves with blessings enthrone
yes, it takes a white clam chowder to experience it. now go on!
10.16.2021
I wrote a text on my phone in my bedroom
I then walked out, climbed up stairs to the roof
and threw my phone as far as I can muster
hoping it will reach my designated audience
perhaps it took couple seconds. ah no.
actually couple hours, maybe couple days
till something hit me on my head (blind spot)
with the same phone but different message
something seem to ooze out
not from my head, but from my gut.
it’s a intoxicating feeling, heart’s pumping
but it ain’t all too bad. maybe a bit better than that.
I wrote a text on my phone,
walked up to the roof,
and threw my phone as hard as I can muster
hoping it reaches the person.
10.14.2021
across a blindingly white field of snow
I set out to march through them slow
yet steady, heaving waves and rows
of snow, making a way to meet somehow
again
breath is rugged out of cold,
arms and legs are about to give out,
but my mind is clear as the glaring sun
beaming through all paving the way
10.12.2021
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