come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Battery has long run out
Bones have become brittle,
Joints have worn out
Lungs are gasping for more air.
But fight goes on like a wildfire in
Your backyard, never letting
Your mind off of it, it consumes
Everyday a little bit of your mind.
Look into the soul of those fire.
Those battles hat we must fight
Raising flags and swords,
We dance together in this flame.
4.10.2019
Ticking,
It doesn’t stop
Ticking,
It’s not going back
Ticking,
It’s going to pierce us all.
Unless it is diffused,
Wisely, with a superior knowledge
Saving us all.
It is still ticking,
We are still alive.
4.9.2019
ven if you build a castle on clouds,
It’ll be alright. Nust hang in tight
Start making basis with hard sweat
Laugh a little, live happily, and listen
There are songs whistled in the air
Bodies dancing in space on ground
Today will pass, another will come.
4.8.2019
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
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
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
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
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
Dark grey waves are crashing,
No exit nor a lighthouse seen nearby
Floating on body of water, nothing’s
Permanent. Drifting on a planet.
But anchor is down there in abyss
Under pressure, alone in darkness
A time capsule of resolution made in past
Solemnly tugging the boat above.
4.2.2019
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
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