A Morning Of The Winter Version

The storekeeper arrives.

In this silence of warm crystal morning

A key unlocks a store door

Struggling through everything absolutely frozen

With only a small sound of cling.

When the door is flung opened

There’s a sound of the bells.

That is how the awe of last night

Is shattered into pieces of light.

And then I see another world of

What was tomorrow of yesterday.

The unmoving air

Make trees stay even darker.

Birds constantly sing,

But without flapping their wings.

In this vacuumed atmosphere

The sun rays penetrate through every sound molecule

And glorify the gleam to the new extremes.

And then I stay silent;

I do not wish to shatter further

The already cracked moment.

With a blow of a breath

I could make a butterfly fly.

I let the touch of my finger tip

Wake the dormant leaf.

Another Night

The night bears the silence

The night outshines the city lights.

The lyric flows

The past sinks deep into my heart

The past self has turned out to be false.

People party at night

I sense silence out of the bundle of noise.

Among the infinite space of silence

I try to look for a torch

And then a wall to touch.

When there is a touch of liquid on my hands

I was never quite sure what it was.

Could it be tears?

Tears from myself?

Or tears from the above?

The night always raises questions.

The night is always colder.

When I found a torch

I expected something warm.

Instead, I am lowered by the coldest truth.

A wall was only at the end of it.

I did manage to touch it.

Tonight is another night after another.

Tomorrow will be another night after this night.

The night gradually swallows up everything,

But the whiteness of snow.

Snow falls upon me,

I fall

Into another night.

Blind, Blind Not

The mass of that light I see

Rather light or grave,

That is not exactly a matter to me.

In the infinite darkness

I could make a use of it -

It becomes a very delightful thing, in that case.

Oh, man, you see the inside

Of her topless naked body.

You are striving to see

And be pleased to see it

And be thanking god for giving you the sight.

But, no.

You don’t even have the light I’d have used

In the infinite darkness of the fearing echos.

Is it so simple to come across

The one thing your wife should have told you.

Humans are too stupid to remember

Anything they heard what not to do.

But see that shameless blind.

His hands always searching for the right path;

Trying harder than any of the blessed who can see

That is how he lives a life.

Away from the world’s sins.

That one dreadful stick,

One onerous cry of a prostitute,

An early smoke from a funeral place.

He touches by and walks through.

I gather my hands for a prayer.

He Proved God True

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.

My Home

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.

Mother, Mother

Mother, mother

I am in this world and you see me.

Mother, mother

I wonder when my heart beats

Does the world care about it.

Mother, mother

I have tried making friends, making lovers,

Making out, making for my living.

All I got back from my makings

Was that nothing was as warm as you.

Mother, mother

I cry to you tonight

Because all I ever – all I ever really – gave you

Was nothing but complaints,

Nothing but sorrows.

Mother, mother

I cry to myself tonight

Because all I ever – all I ever really – tried

Was nothing but going against your words,

Nothing but crying out for the wrong loves.

Mother, mother

I have finally seen

The bitter that you never let me taste.

All you ever wanted me to know

Was what was sweet, what was best.

All I ever tried to give you

Was what was hurtful, what was worriful.

One thing I made for you, the sac,

Could never pay back for your creations

I know, I know.

Nevertheless, you would still give me

My life, my well being, my wealth, my senses.

Mother, mother

I would like to give you a hug

If it is not too belated to do so.

Mother, mother

I would like to take the sac back

Because I know it’s been all too onerous for you.

The Queen

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.