Stunned Sun

The stunned sun

perches up in the sky

and barks a ray of light

onto the little mice of people

before winter’s rage.

My Fault

I’m sorry because
my father’s temper has gone.
I’m sorry because
my mother’s dream has gone.
I’m sorry because
my brother’s mind is gone.
I’m sorry because
my sister’s courage is gone.
I’m sorry because
I made them disappear…

Drive Me Home

I’d like a ride home,

if you don’t mind,

in your car;

I’m still learning to drive.

Could we turn the radio on?

Let me choose the station.

Yes, I like this one;

it reminds me of you.

You don’t have to drive fast;

there’s no rush

for me

to get home.

There’s no need to take

any shortcuts;

I actually prefer

the long way around.

 

Would you mind if I

slipped my hand into yours?

Would you mind if I

leaned my head on your shoulder?

Can you see the pale moon

through the windshield?

Yes, it’s so beautiful;

I can see your face there.

Let’s talk about ourselves,

the hates we have towards life

and the likes,

but there is only one love.

I enjoying sitting by your side

as you push the accelerator

because you’re nervous

yet hungry for more.

Just as you stop

when we reach my house,

you wave a sad goodbye

but I’ll leave you with a kiss

because I want you to know

that I’m thankful

for everything you’ve given to me-

for all your love-

and that next time

when you drive me home

we won’t stop

until we’re lost in the night.

Barren Land of Death

sometimes i feel
like there's nothing left
just a dark barren land
at my feet

i walk on by
scraps of clothing
stained with fresh blood
blowing in the icy wind

pieces of wood
and stone
torn parts
of what was home

the sun refuses to
rise here
so hard
so cold

blinding dust
blowing like mist
sticking and burying
what remains

it's as if
a storm
swept the land
to promise death

no living creature
stirs but i
no sound
but that of my aching heart

no food
but the corpses
of the dead
of family

no water
but the sorrowful
tears i cry
in wake and sleep

my body withers
as each red light shines
in the sky
but no sun

the terrifying
icy chill
in the wind
unforgiving

many have died
the brave and frightened
the strong and weak
all now lay beneath the sand

there is no cry
like that from i
as i wail
when all light fades

no one to hear
no one to sing
with me
this melodious song

i am alone
i shall always be
until my body and soul perish
in this empty place

Her First One

June 11, 2012

a first tooth lost

      it has ended; another has begun

             two dollars, not one, from the little fairy

                      god bless!

Mister Teacher

Mister Teacher:

new form, simple presentation,

chirpy bundle of full-wit, consecutive

comic stunts, and nourishment puddles to gaze

through deeply, quietly; then formed

glorious reflections!

Rainbow puzzles and giant bubbles

of dreams transmit solid echoes

between lips parted, manly worms,

bold and bright and enthralling

like layered pearl-shimmering necklaces.

His soul, unsheltered,

ravishes altruism radiating on sleeves

containing pale parchments poetically filled,

scripted across in thick, remote strands

trailing top to bottom in a loyal field

painted by golden midnight.

A throaty laughter, thoughtfully sang,

rings the bond of wedding vows,

man to child, undeviating foster,

part of an intimacy known to only

need of a baby and its guardian

in the venture of life's uncertainty.

Calm blues like the ocean's sleep,

reign firm and affectionate; desiring pools

stretching currents in his genuine
understanding of liberty and inner peace,
seek something far beneath.


Teeth white as snowy petals,
mind floating amongst flakes in a gentle
storm, ingenuity shines brighter
when infinite space carries immunity
and shadow is simply another,
darker profile of light.


Apt of hatred and egoism;
satiated with experience's benevolence
at result of memories unpleasant but important,
impacted and affected, with heart's luck
to accept and learn for better.


His journey to consummate
potential in its various possibilities,
stands proudly, palms held upright,
brows convened, focused ardently
into the surrounding air as if
a beautiful magic were performed.


My own eyes assume the gaze;
a hand reaches to the ceiling, outwardly
indifferent, yet elsewhere enveloped
in the realm of fascinating discussion
where rules are simple and his motto begs:
Teach me what you know.

A Happy Image

I lay in bed last night wondering about my life:
where will I be in ten years time?

I imagine I'll have found someone to love,
and hopefully we'll have children together: a girl and boy.

We'll live together in a big house by the beach,
so the kids can run along the sand and splash in the water.

We could have picnics in the afternoon at the shore
and we'll cuddle, us four, atop a soft blanket.

I dream that we'll be a happy family, close,
and that we'll overcome every obstacle hand in hand.

And then my kids will grow up and repeat this cycle:
fall in love, start a family of their own, enjoy life.

My husband and I will be a part of it;
we'll love one another from day one, and our grandchildren!

There should be lots of them, those little cuties,
and I'll pray for their contentment every single day.

It's a funny thing to think that far into the future at my age,
but what's more beautiful than being surrounded by people you love?

And then there's always the possibility tomorrow will never come,
and these contemplations will be just that: contemplations.

I closed my eyes after another hour and woke up smiling;
it's still nice to imagine anyway.