Tag: soul

Bicycle

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Pedaling on a blue bike, paean of breezy winds bumping along the road

Rumbling sounds of SUVs and pick up trucks passing by, rowdy kids jumping into the lake half naked

Roaring laughter fading away, riding down a long lonely road in between the animate and inanimate nature

Blazing through a carpet of gold laden by the bleeding yolk of the sunset

Rolling stone within the heart spins faster and faster, unleashing the monster hunkered for a thousand of years

Then — whirl — and — crash.

A reaper stands on the door expressionlessly peaking its bald skull over the door sill.

Like a dusky cloud on a simple summer night.

6.17.2020

24 hours

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At first, it’s too long,

Then later, it’s too short.

Just as you’ve turned your 4th page of your moleskin notebook with a pilot G-2 0.5 pen,

It’s 7:30 PM and now you push the floor away from your chest as hard as you can

Then a question arises: “is an isolation a poison?”

Panic sinks in, four limbs plunging in

To the ocean of screens spinning in

The seconds, minutes, hours, and days

But remember, the time won’t stay.

6.15.2020

Gratitude

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Thank you, for allowing me to see this day light, a stream of crystals glistening the atmosphere that I breath in.

That you, for allowing me to memorize the sound of the wind swooshing like an ocean wave crashing into the bank of sand.

Thank you, for this tantalizing droplet of water, respite of the spirit and body, as it quenches the unresting soul in the heart.

5.13.2020

Lunch

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For a drop of soul lost in an silent ocean of darkness,

For a rusted needled buried deep beneath billions of grains of desert sand,

There is a resonation.

An invisible, perhaps unbelievable, resonation whispers a promise.

Rise tomorrow.

Repeat. Again, and again.

We shall meet in our glory atop of heave of our works.

Overcome and repeat,

Within a blink of an eye, we’ll be there.

9.25.2019

Eternity

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For what it’s worth, here is my life.

I’ve seen the pair of your eyes,

Not letting my iris escape the eclipse of yours.

In your dark pupil, I’ve seen a quiet flame soar.

I am afraid. Afraid of what I believe as true

And a possibility that it may be different

from what the actual truth is.

But for what it’s worth, here is my life.

When our paths cross, I will be your faithful friend and your formidable foe.

When our paths depart, I will sing a voiceless song of your soul.

Because in your pupil, I’ve seen your flame grow.

7.26.2019

Paper

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As if it was poked with a sharp metal stick,

My left thigh suddenly buzzed and squeezed its muscle downwards

‘Am I dreaming now?’ Is someone poking in my brain while I am asleep?

Then I began to suspect the clear blue sky, perfectly round soft-looking clouds, and pixels of green leaves flickering sunlight in a wave when the breeze passes by.

Am I awake? More grumbled I was, as I imagined all the goods that could have been deprived of me.

Then I continued reading about romans learning the new ways from the greek, and how one of the greek was so stubborn that they drove themselves to the death.

I wrote: I live, for there is a justice that I must defend. I live, for there is the ultimate truth somewhere in this world I am conscious. I live, for what I am certain I know of.

It’s another fight.

7.13.2019

Cafe

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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

Humming bird

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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