Each poem is an individual life form --- it takes love to make, wisdom to nurture.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Rose
July, summer rain came
with unintentional harshness ---
Thoughts evaporated
into humidity, which
permeated through my garden
where I saw a rose,
blooming herself,
under the gaze of daylight---
She is naked
She is white
She is whiter than the winter Moon...
Labels:
beauty,
love/passion,
poem,
poetry,
rose,
summer rain,
winter moon
Tulip
scrutinizing the afternoon
my thoughts slid
into a laziness
that once pervaded over my body
nurtured
a fresh dew at sunrise
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Drown
Drown into your life
my sentiment grows
into fragrance
that once dwelled
within my imaginary grasp…
perfection slipped away
with your tenderness
in which I drown , I die
in which I
my sentiment grows
into fragrance
that once dwelled
within my imaginary grasp…
perfection slipped away
with your tenderness
in which I drown , I die
in which I
resurrect
7.2008 draft, 7.14. 2009
7.2008 draft, 7.14. 2009
Labels:
fragrance,
love/passion,
poem,
poetry,
tenderness,
youth
Thursday, June 11, 2009
If you give me a moment of silence
---
I will write a song
sung by angels
If you give me a lift to horizon
I will find a color
paint the Earth into Heaven
If you give me wings
I will be an eagle
fly over sorrow
If you give me light
I will be the Sun
shine through
abyss
---
Woke by the morning Sun
my memory hungers
for a long lost melody
refreshed by
dewdrops ---
refreshed by
dewdrops ---
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Woke up before dawn
my dream escaped…
Running through the mist
morning hesitated
to cover up Stars
the Moon
and a sliver of
traumatized blue
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Puzzled by how day goes by
my mind slides ---
into the shadows of lazy afternoon
pondering
another page of blank journal…
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Savannah, Georgia
Blues
wanders along streets
softens sweaty shadows of oaks ---
Storms came and went
Oh Georgia
as humid as southern rain
my memory vaporizes
like Jazz
hovering above Savannah
Heather
Heather, waved to the late evening rain
buried her face
into
a deeper green
Friday, May 29, 2009
Callas
She reached an altar
the ultimate stage of the reason
She stripped off the ornament
the beautified dress of God
She transformed the message from Devil
to the rite of sanctity
She revealed the truth
the naked truth
a flawless soul
forged through
inferno ---
Oh Callas!
Soprano!
the height
that human can ever reach…
the ultimate stage of the reason
She stripped off the ornament
the beautified dress of God
She transformed the message from Devil
to the rite of sanctity
She revealed the truth
the naked truth
a flawless soul
forged through
inferno ---
Oh Callas!
Soprano!
the height
that human can ever reach…
Pushed by some blue
Pushed by some blue
my dream swirls ---
Attention shifts
between dusk and dawn
my thoughts run
into
the comfort of
a raindrop
Thursday, May 28, 2009
After a thinker stripped off his own statue
After the thinker stripped off his own statue
Beauty, stepped into inferno
embraced condemned souls
with grace
Labels:
a thinker's garden,
beauty,
grace,
inferno,
love/passion,
naked
Let me…
Let me
lie down like ocean
sleep for thousands years
embrace the history
with my turbulent waves
Let me
stand up like the Sun
wake up stars
spread my energy
to the end of universe
Let me
explode my love
like volcano
melt the whole sky
with the heat, that melts the steel
Let me
fly to a height
where I can have the God’s view
reach the eternity
dissolve myself
Into
sky blue
lie down like ocean
sleep for thousands years
embrace the history
with my turbulent waves
Let me
stand up like the Sun
wake up stars
spread my energy
to the end of universe
Let me
explode my love
like volcano
melt the whole sky
with the heat, that melts the steel
Let me
fly to a height
where I can have the God’s view
reach the eternity
dissolve myself
Into
sky blue
When memory becomes …
When memory becomes landscape
I want to be the wind
travel with the ocean wave
When memory becomes forest
I want to be the sunshine
bury my face inside the golden leaves
When memory becomes music
I want to be a drum
inspire you
dancing with the ocean wave
and I will be the wind again
chasing every step of your move
When memory becomes you
I want to be the air
surround you
hold you tight
breathe you
turn
into
you
I want to be the wind
travel with the ocean wave
When memory becomes forest
I want to be the sunshine
bury my face inside the golden leaves
When memory becomes music
I want to be a drum
inspire you
dancing with the ocean wave
and I will be the wind again
chasing every step of your move
When memory becomes you
I want to be the air
surround you
hold you tight
breathe you
turn
into
you
White Buffalo
There is time
keeps us still
There is space
let us flow
There is music
keeps us silent
There is silence
let us explode
There is snow
glowing under the Moon
where there is a buffalo
white as snow
There is an Eagle
hovering above the Moon
where there is Beauty
(makes us) to die for…
keeps us still
There is space
let us flow
There is music
keeps us silent
There is silence
let us explode
There is snow
glowing under the Moon
where there is a buffalo
white as snow
There is an Eagle
hovering above the Moon
where there is Beauty
(makes us) to die for…
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