Poetry book

Hello everyone, thank you for encouraging me all this time. The paperback book will come out June 19, 2017 on Amazon.  

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Hello sweet souls 

Lately this site doesn’t work well on my phone which I haven’t been here much.  I just submitted the poetry book manuscript to Amazon book on demand… couldn’t use my book cover so I had to select one of the pics by Amazon publisher.  The book is being reviewed now and once approved, it won’t be released until a month later.  Thank you everyone here for supporting and encouraging me…

Rain Bleeds

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 

Journey of the moments #28

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. 

Journey of the moments #27

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. 

Rain Cries

Blessed are the ones 

Who sleep in the lover’s arms

Through the night.

Cry not the ones 

Who share the bed 

Without another 

Especially on the rainy nights,

For the tears in your heart 

Have been kept

By the falling drops. 

Smile if you can

As the rain breathes 

Along with your heartbeats. 

Fleeting Moments

Never once have I thought

One day with these words

I would write.

The actions you chose,

Had now set for us–

You as the past,

And I am the present.

Regrets I would not take,

Yet holding on,

I do–

To the air that floats 

Between us.