Resting in Rain

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.

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Journey of the moments #29

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. 

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. 

Heart

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.