Posted in Literary Arts, English, Poetry, tagged age, dreams, experience, innocence, night, poetry, sleep on January 10, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Dried up straps of dreams
Wither again and gone,
Dozens replaced, hundreds escaped
ever a weary pawn.
Sentimental value fades
When comes the aging mind
Tasks ahead before those behind
Fantasies realigned.
Loaded thoughts of wavering doubts
Etches of worrisome words,
Savory bits of sweet night dreams
They’re all but blurred and absurd.
Posted in Literary Arts, English, Poetry, tagged dedication, elderly, experience, innocence, love, old, time, true, words, youth on August 20, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Dearest,
I’ve dedicated much to you:
loyalty,
honesty,
and love above all,
but those are just words aren’t they?
Babbles of a love-struck fool
who cannot speak
without stumbling
smile without laughter.
I tell you
you’re still a princess
full of luscious locks–
silver–
but as beautiful as precious
as a spring bud,
as ripe as sweet
as when we first spoke,
and I am as in love
with this well-worn face–
if not more–
than all youth combined.
Posted in Literary Arts, English, Poetry, tagged adolescence, children, conservatives, dreams, experience, extremists, fear, force, future, greedy, ignorance, Knowledge, obedience, past, politicians, politics, self-righteous, stubborn, time, underdog, youth on July 21, 2010| Leave a Comment »
I imagine by referendum, you exclude us,
What are we, to be exact?
Must lack of experience correlate to lack of knowledge?
I beg to differ–
Time has never driven in reverse–
this is our world as well,
and if nature stays its course,
Our dreams and fears should come before the old,
We are…..aren’t we……..the future You?
Come, jump off your high horse,
what do you know of us?
I imagine your decisions are for the better cause,
How can you without our dreams?
And when finally we become you too,
we should know very well too well,
Rulers never rule the right time,
Time moves, trends die, what was will fly away.
Pardon us sir, have we snarled too much?
Excuse us underdogs,
We have no manners in this matter,
Lead on, protect the past
let the future wreck,
let us swallow your leftovers–
Children always did what they were told.
Posted in Literary Arts, English, Poetry, tagged blood, corruption, emotions, experience, fish, hate, hatred, horror, innocence, mess, pure, rain, rape, turmoil on July 5, 2010| Leave a Comment »
There is a certain hatred，
empties the soul,
the most innocent intentions,
depraved mess.
I knew her brown eyes,
how they laughed,
sparkled…
now swollen and bruised.
Dead fish eyes never looked worse,
arms limp, barely swinging,
Bloody rain down her thighs，
air stuffed with family screams.
The Horror！ The Image!
Never left me since then,
and since then
I have failed my soul.
How do I fill it with love?
What love is left?
My helplessness guts me,
I despise the sidelines:
all its feebleness
thickens the black liquid,
and feeds the hatred,
of one once pure.
Posted in Literary Arts, English, Poetry, tagged art, Artists, Athletes, China, Culture, experience, Heat, Humanity, Mountain, Movie, music, Opportunity, Pavillion, Pop Stars, Shanghai, Spielberg, Spirit, Sports, Stereotypes, sun, USA, Wax, World Expo on July 3, 2010| 1 Comment »
Five -year event,
Hundred years per country,
Five-hour wait,
Half-a-million people.
crazy they say,
what is there to see?
I admit before now,
I’ve never heard of Expo.
again I admit, I’d never wait that long.
they see an opportunity
life-time experience,
take the heat
and the sweat,
torture for uniqueness.
few objects
per country,
a movie or so if lucky,
Everyone wants the best,
I go for
wheelchair access:
yes–head in
past sunburnt faces
impatient sighs,
no–Fine then，
turn my back and
seek another.
Cultural showcase
around the world,
USA Pavillion
spews opposite tastes,
a hundred or so
hello hello
political gesture–
we’re all in this together
If I was the designer,
red carpet lined with wax statues:
pop stars, athletes, artists,
speakers that shook the world.
Movie and music industry–
country of Spielberg,
legends,
the spirit that led us–
that led me forward,
broke walls,
brought mountains down
to the level
of my eyes.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged adventure, break, death, experience, faith, free, freedom, innocence, life, path, poetry, safety, sheltered, time, wisdom on May 28, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Come Forth!
Eager
Mind,
Why so reserved?
Time shows no
Pity,
It ticks and tocks
away.
Well don’t stand there
dumbfounded!
What?
Never seen me before?
I’ve always been
there–
Whispers at night
Dreams of unrest,
Coos of something missing
from your
sheltered
Life.
They say, “beware!”
“No going back!”
I beg to
differ, if I may.
Only cowards hide
behind barred doors,
Never knowing what is
worse
or better,
A waste of countless
breaths.
Move Forward! I say,
not blindly of course,
You must see
to learn,
Know
to cherish,
Or only the worse
will come
If you cannot
Do not
understand the scale that
inevitably weighs
our
Soul.
Be Brave,
Many have passed:
Went beyond their bubble
Into marked-off
Darkness,
And yet still
In the end they found
by their own faith,
the true path
Between
Innocence
and
Knowledge.
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