Rage

Rage against the illusion

the spring time sweetness conjures upon you

For when the merciless summer arrives,

Precious water will evaporate, softness of air dissipates, and inevitable sun with scorch the earth.

Rage against the illusion

The autumn nostalgia imbues upon you

For the cooled heart will soon be frozen,

Locked in the memories impossible to return to.

Rage against the illusion.

7.25.2021

Sun

I avoided staring into the screeching white ball in the sky

As I soared higher, reaching for the highest atmosphere to climb

I felt the gravity losing its grip on me

Wings of sanity seemed to lose its feathers

As the air thinned, the sun ever brighter, engulfing the atmosphere

I crouched, and the darkest abyss was underneath

Ever so quiet, dull, and dark

Nothing seemed to pass through it.

I opened my eyes again, as the morning sun blinked through the blinders.

I turned off my alarm, and washed my face with water cupped in my hands.

I breathed. I saw. I lived.

Now, I need to make a choice.

7.21.2021

Shock

A little kick in the leg

Can change your perspective.

Suddenly, life is too short to think too big

Too many things are left to tackle

Wake up in the right moment

Or the joy ride will march away

A little kick in the leg

Can help you a little bit

To run along with others

On this world spinning ever fast

As the clock needle on watch’s face.

7.19.2021

Time

Have I failed to remember

The blue blossom of a rose

Standing quietly on a cold winter morning blue sky

Somethings that are better unsaid, better un-photographed, better savored wholly,

That I vowed I would remember,

But have I failed to remember.

Like the tear drops of a yawn in a fluffy afternoon bath of yellow sunflower sunlight

They slipped through my tired finger tips, leaving minuscule slips of paper cuts.

Yes, I may have forgotten. Yes, I am growing thicker skin, stiffer joints, and stickier sentiments.

But in my prayer, in the weave of movements, in the scribbles of thoughts, I hope it lives on in the hearts of my fellows.

And if a gracious grant may allow me, may I dare to carry on with my remaining life, contend with closing this chapter, and dream for a life to move on.

7.12.2021

River

This river, in particular,

does not overflow, spilling its guts

onto the sidewalk for pedestrians to walk.

These invisible gangs of droplets, all crumble into

this narrow valley of single destination in an instant.

Ever-so permanent, yet ever-so changing,

the river continues to flow at the same height.

Fast and frivolous, slow and serious,

purely clear, and muddily thick ones

all sang a song that flashed an instant,

then disappeared from the pedestrian’s iris,

burning its imagery into the memory.

9.25.2020

Mutant

Stranded into a world

unimagined,

I find this life too nauseating.

before I can finish puking

all of my undigested rage and confusion,

I tripped and fell into an eternal ennui,

a space of blankness, grains of abysmal calmness fill.

I dig a black hole to engulf all this in a blink,

splitting a tiniest particle unfathomable to a naked eye.

Now,

for now,

I breath.

9.24.2020