Monday, August 29, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I am afraid that I may lose it.
The speed that the rain falls from the above
Accelerated by the number 9.8
I could clash and burn
But what would be next?
The feather I once sensed
The moment the touch lingered upon my finger tips
I could just smell it all right.
I keep scratching and scratching
Until a bit of blood focuses on my skin.
I see the red, I block it with a piece of tissue.
It seems to stop for few seconds
Then start coming out again.
Why do I scratch, I do not remember.
Something about the rain,
Something about the feather.
I could start reaching for a million subjects.
Something about searching.
And then again,
I was fearful of losing it,
Of the possibility of losing it,
But then again,
Mainly, of losing it.
A little too sad,
A little too fast,
A little too scared.
I am losing it.
That is what it seems to be.
Am I still scratching
Am I still searchingLet me ask that to you
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
When it rains too hard, you feel too low.
Your sac is too heavy, you can barely keep it up.
The world goes in and then it goes back out.
People come, and then they go for sure.
The air becomes too tight, you can barely breathe.
You settle a boat and then it goes wrong.
You sing a song and then start sounding shaky.
The Bible taught me that
While there are so many creations of God
That make you breathe harder and deeper
There are also creations from God
That make everything much smoother.
I asked God
God why do all that I am living for
Make me ache all the more.
God simply answered
Wait, my dear, you will see the Bible through.
And then God elaborated.
Shall it rain too hard, he will offer you an umbrella.
Shall your sac be too heavy, he will keep it up for you.
Shall the world go in and out, he will stay in for good.
Shall people come and go, he will attach himself to you.
Shall the air become too tight, he will blow more air for your breath.
Shall you settle a boat and it breaks, he will fix for it to float.
Shall you sing a song and sound weird,
He will know the notes that you can work on.
I was simply living my life
And one day, somewhere in between
I found a person who proved God true.
I feel blessed to have a comfortable home
Where I have my bed, my music, my family.
I know there always will be the same smell
That I long to smell for the whole day:
I know the same laziness will be hanging
That I long to feel when the days are hectic:
I know the unchanging sleepiness will be drooping
That I long to be kept in when I have to be intense.
My home is always there, at the end of the day
To hug me in, hug me tight, and hug me still
No matter what.
The street I know,
The address I write without a single pause,
The building I know with my most uncared senses-
That is where I belong,
That is where I long to belong.
I could give anything to you
I could be anything for you.
The question lies only upon the wonder
If you could be, all that my home is to me,
If you could be, all that my home shall ever be for me.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
The queen had a white face
With red lips, drawing the attention
Of the millions that cried out there.
The queen never let a drop of tear erase
Her dignified powder off her face.
The queen sat on the golden chair
And her beauty were coined with diamonds.
She had them on her body
To poke her heart through the invisible blood.
The queen stood there, silent
As if the cries of the people were reflected back.
She had the crown, she had the diamond-
She had the utmost freeze upon her aura.
The queen was always straight up
She had abundant diamonds, to twine her beauty
As to bruise her inside endlessly without mercy.
The queen dutifully wore the crown
In a way that no one could dare to touch
With absolute dignity and sorrowful nostalgia
Of the once peaceful heart, that she had in her youth.
When the queen went down
She felt the endless pain
But she never cried it out
For that was all that she ever knew.
And that - that silent tear finally fell
When she finally let her bear face be shown
As she took the last breath to say
“I am the queen to never fade”
Then her diamonds broke opened
For the final writhe, that even the queen had to struggle for.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Diamond shines in the blur
After a taste of sour and sweet
More than this more than that
No more waging, please no more waging.
Because you would appreciate a rose
Simply by it's red,
More among the blue
And you would fall for a diamond
Simply for it's clarity,
More among the blur.
Care more care less care equally
Stop that measuring, please stop that measuring.
What we have is what we have
When it vanishes among the calculated measures
That is it, we wouldn't even
Have any more of it left
To even sense or notice.
Let it flow, please let it flow
For the rose would be red and diamond clear
Even in the blue and even in the blur.