aren’t we all lucky
to breath the air
to open our iris
and gaze at the night sky
or rest in the shadow from the sun
aren’t we all lucky
to have survived so far
to have memories
precious in ways
both pleasurable and painful
are we all lucky?
3.8.2022
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aren’t we all lucky
to breath the air
to open our iris
and gaze at the night sky
or rest in the shadow from the sun
aren’t we all lucky
to have survived so far
to have memories
precious in ways
both pleasurable and painful
are we all lucky?
3.8.2022
thin glass wall divides the same world
a harmonious play on surface
a calculating fight on the other
all happening under the same pretence
should you ask me to tell the difference
between a jovial circus in a dark subway underground
and dark circles under child’s eye at playground
I’d ask you to stare at the nearest mirror
and ask yourself the question
3.8.2022
the arrival of ‘unknown unknown’
strikes like a thunder in a clear sky
fearing for the skin of their own
minks avoided areas of certain height
if, the inevitable threat shall arrive,
I’ll face head on, tying small knots
hoping, one day, when I revive
I’ll retrace to finish what I have not.
3.8.2022
“from ash to ash”
it’s the only words I remember
from that one lazy afternoon
as the sunset refracted in the mirror
hung on a door next to a post-it note
like the moon hung on an azure summer sky
shining through a sun window
like the lush tree branches humming in waves
the words imprinted in a lonesome memory
imploring the meaning yet unknown
had I known the path I’ve chosen
were filled with such bitter tears
just to see that smile under the sunrise
I may still walk the same walk I’d taken
perhaps, maybe with less weight, because
we are all alone in the end.
3.5.2022
wavering between love and hate
we hope to find peace in mental state
we love the world,
then hate the world,
then love it again,
then hate it once again
one moment, a convivial hippy,
next moment, a dictator revolutionary
a warm sunset turns cold dark night
the cold dark night births a yolk of sunrise
we forgive
yet we commit
3.4.2022
sometimes it’s just too painful
to stay awake and face the world
sometimes it’s too sorrowful
to witness hurtful signs of the world
but stand firms on your ground
stare square into the purple problem
even if a second slows to a full year
every moment will be worth it in the end
good luck.
3.3.2022
I can’t help but notice
cracks slipping into calluses
as I am running at full speed
somethings do fall apart
but it cannot be stopped
full speed ahead
until we see the glorious end
3.2.2022
onto soft-linen fabric of fluffy duvet
I laid my back and let it sink and float
under a shade blanketing my eyes from the sun,
I let my mind happily drift, as if to blink,
as if to indulge a sip of sweet drink,
then grass cutting buzz of my phone rings
calling me back to sober reality
and I just sit in my chair
gazing into a distance far from my desk
and wondered how sweet it was.
2.28.2022
is it time for change
or should I hold onto the wave
roaring from youthful past
crashing into the beach so vast
destination remains the same
regardless of speed or strength
we sail to brighter horizon
over one wave over another
we shall reach the promised land
2.26.2022
when we believe,
when we mutter to ourselves
even when it is difficult to believe
“yes, we can”
and move to put into action
we will see the results
presenting themselves
in front of our eyes
let us march on
against this storm of blizzard
2.26.2022
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