Lately I haven’t been on here much because this app doesn’t work always on my phone, and my mother has been extremely ill last 3 weeks that now dying…some asked when the poetry collection comes out. It will be available on Amazon.com and Amazon Europe in paperback as of June 19, 2017. Thank you in advance for all your likes and supports. Wish you all well.
Words are inks on a page
Voice you heard is a sound–
Disappears in seconds
The feelings in me
You never sense
So let me see your hands
Let the skin of your fingers
Touch the blood that coats this heart
But take it under the rain
For I don’t want the red color
I stain your skin
Hold on to it tight
Don’t let it slip and drop
As how the rain falls
Because I have just one heart
It is quiet down here
Where they put me to rest.
As the soil poured on,
The rain cried for me–
While you were butterflying with others.
Rain falls often
On the black earth around me–
Reminds of times we walked
In the gardens,
Under the falling rain.
If I knew at the end,
You still forgot me–
As how you had
When I was still breathing,
Then I should’ve asked my heart
To rip out some muscles
For you to fall out
Through the blood I coughed
Each day, leading to the last beating.
Nowadays the rain continues falling
When I hear footsteps
Stumbled in mud.
At times I wish
They would leave me alone
As how everyone did
When I was still in flesh.
Not too long ago, in a building, several persons said to me that there was a bird, that lay unmoved on the stairs for some days, which appeared dead. They told me to pick up the bird and throw or bury it. As I looked at the bird, its wings or legs might have been injured. I said to the bird, “move if you can” then it stood up. Next I said, “can you fly” then suddenly the bird looked at me and flapped its wings, found its way out of the building. I wish such incident could happen often.
No need to ask the saints, the angels to help with this world if we stay virtuous or pure, such as no greed, no lies… to stay true at all times without force on others, without taking/wanting what aren’t yours… if this can be done, the world is soon in peace.
With much sufferings created by a number of dictators, politicians, psychopaths, sociopaths, leaders, rapists, amorals, misfits, can the normal humans be more considerate, compassionate, forgiving, sentive… besides the poverty, illnesses, accidents, environmental & natural disasters. How disheartened life is when certain humans want, take, consume as much as possible? I believe greed is one major downfall of mankind.
Through the years
I thought all humans
Have just one heart.
Through love
I thought we all
Have the same liquid
Which flows called blood.
Now, I know. . .
I have been wrong.
