one day spring came
and snow wiped out
the whole city in just one day

‘I hate this weather’
I told myself
the next day the sun came
with a winter air
that made the people
bundled up in three layers

‘Oh well. Welcome to Canada’
I shaked my head
as the rain drizzled
making a splash to my parka

The weather report says
next week will be a sunny day

I sang a hum of happy tune
while everyone talked about how the
climate ruined their day.

I'm going to leave the ocean
where I spent my whole life mesmerizing
the million contours of the sun

Oh, look at those lovely birds sailing placidly in the sky
Farewell to the tides
that washed the feelings that I used to hide

I am saying goodbye to the embrace of the salted air
The gentle breeze that every day whispers 'stay'

No one can't find me
not even under the surface of where the crustacean's play

I'm leaving this ocean
just like how you left that day
I'm tired of drowning
knowing you're no longer here to keep me safe

The day blister as the sun followed 'er.
No shade nor a parasol as she goeth an' hope for evanescent heat
A basket in 'er hand, one way to marketplace

'Alt! A mad horse kicked thro'
Dropped on earth, dirt in 'er sleeves
"Gawd o' all horses keep yer eyes open to see!"

A fine young man bowed down for repent about his detriment ride.
O! Poor little thing!
A thorough water in the basket she offered for 'er long little journey.

**! The vigor horse galloped an' circle round she.
'twas a good thing an' he proffers honourable  ride.
There goes the curtsy 'off in the marketplace' says she.

Alt! The creature pause. Where is this? "thy big heart shalt hail for I, present thankfulness. Devoting thy fortune." the prince rendered his throne bounteously.

O! Applause how majestic upclose a palace could be.

'tis she wish e'er since. To seek for a lost playmate, hoping for camaraderie. Remembering in that small village where the little prince sneaked. Oh dear! 'Twas he!

Aye! The prince hoped the same an' knew all of a sudden. He made 'er his wife!

(An' they live happily e'er after. Bow)

-A

8/11/14

For those of you who knows Pamela Rae,
she's the rainbow after a heavy rain
It been six years since she gave light to my path
as I walk the steep hills, there were
times
I almost
fall from heights
Her words were courage, a weapon to a fight
Hello Poetry, an unforgettable community
from strangers to a family.

Thank you.

Who could have thought that days could pass like a bullet, hitting you hard in the chest? The eyes, bulging looking towards the blue sky and the time, speeding into a dilation. Where did the good days go or the friendly warmth of the sun caressing your face? The body lies on the sharp grass that you can no longer move at all. The mind wanders in a dark space, looking for cosmic objects, maybe a force that will **** your soul out in a vacuum able to be reborn again for billions of years. "You are a star." Why don't I drag myself in front of a mirror and tell that? Why don't I take the bullet, risking my life and get a second chance to live? Instead, I choose to get pulled by the gravity, an illusion, from the Earth's mass grabbing my whole body as I find myself lying there. I am not moving at all. "What are you afraid of?" The mind echoes and, in a brief moment, answered, "to be better."

you are the raindrops
that patters through my rooftop,
gently sliding on my window
creating a short-lived ripple
that slowly goes away

if only I can make you stay.

I, on my window
watching the pale sky,
with winds and clouds so dreary
and a soul starting to get weary

It's been a dark, lonely day,
and I've been waiting
for the sun to come out and stay

you are the raindrops
that gone away
no words or sound as you
fall to the ground

I, on my window
watching you vanish
without saying goodbye.

Sparrows twittering in the eaves of my rooftop
The leaves slowly falling from the tree
And I yonder through the hills;
Patches of blue sky illuminate my eyes
The nostalgia of yesterday ringing in the back of my head
Afflicted my soul as I weep tumultuously

I am ill from my own desolation
with no elixir to pour and fill the heart
The years has come, and I came to realize
that I pay no heed to life
Looking back, where freedom was born,
until it was locked

O' bless my soul
so when I close my eyes, I'll feel the bliss
I must soar, but my wings are broken
I am awake, but my feelings are vague

My existence was dulled and faded with the wind
I descend from agony and fear
Contemplating;
the torture of tangled memory
and a riot mind

As you plunder my heart,
A new beginning was born
amidst to the ***** of thorns
a forlorn whisper of my dark soul,
whimpers every night, trying to
find the piece and unite. I
tasted the sour devour
and it was the last bite, I assure
for you steal the light with fain
There's no more disdain

The grotesque past was
all gone, The sun rise
and I still got you by my side.
A sweven paradise began a new life.*

                                      (a.k)

Get in the car, don't look back
We'll have the greatest adventure
written in my map

Pullover in this empty highway
let's count the stars
and get drunk on every sip of wine

In a three-am snoring sun,
hold my hand as we jump
in this fresh water lake
both wishing we could stop time

Don't find a shelter
when the world gets mad
grab my hand and twirl me
as the clouds cry endlessly,
up in the sky

Forget what's behind,
there's more to seek
in my written map
hold tight and together,
let's run off to the wilds

      (a.k)

Outside was the town
asphalt fumes crawling in the worker's lungs
kids running through the whirlwind of dust
I can still hear the ringing sound
of the hammer,
hitting the nails
on the skeleton wood walls

'Welcome to the teardrop shape island.'
if you go straight, you'll reach Cloud 9
an abode for surfers, watch the waves, and you'll see the sign
a paint of camaraderie on a thumping board,
they tried to climb

crystal waters scintillating in my eyes
a splash of diamond
glistening on my feet,
embracing the euphoria that
will hopefully repeat

The next block is a bumpy road
where the bamboo cottage lies
beside a rice paddy where the sound
of leaves, sings a soul to sleep
a hammock that sweeps a brooded dream
and sweet cotton pillow that sinks you back to a place

With no mayhem.

Everything just came altogether and stir into a huge wave. ‘Do not show, do not speak.’ It’s funny how a drop of emotion could create a ripple to chaos.

The mind is teaching the heart to listen, and it did. For once, it did. ‘It happened again, I told you.’ The heart just lowered her head and the more she needed to tell everyone what she feels, the more oppressed it can get. ‘You created a cyclone and it will cause fear, let it rise and destruct your entirety.’ The tumultuous echo of the mind shaken the heart. ‘Be your own beautiful wreck, no one else will be there for you, but me. Let it go, do not be afraid, dear heart.’
  
   After all, she was right. It was a destruction that settled in tranquility.

‘Thank you’. For the first time, the heart said the words. She embraced the desolation and found a glint, in following her only friend.
  
   ‘Thank you for finally trusting me’, said the mind.

I am my own prisoner
from the hidden
thoughts that battling in my mind
and for the opinion
that won't even matter
in people's lives

There is a person inside
screaming; wanting
to get out

But a voice of me whispered
that she has to
stay for awhile

There was silence
as she sat on her own shadow
being careful,
not to make any sound.

In a crowd of throng,
there was this lost soul
Deaf to hear the laughter
too blind to see the bliss

you could come closer
and see the hidden bleak

only him,
embraced the broken parts,
and never in her life she felt this whole.

Feeling the exquisite white grains of sand leaving a footstep behind.
The wonderful creation of sunset in a variety of colors.
A row of beach chairs under the green palm trees.
A ray of sunshine from heavens above.
The blue wide open sea that crashes the waves on shore.
People are sun-kissed.
Oh, how great this summer could be!

I wash and splash my feet on the cool water.
The giggles I hear are the only music to my ears.
I watch the kids laugh while building sand castles and those dainty seashells on their hands.
I sat on the ground feeling the heat.
The boats sailing placidly from afar.
As I close my eyes, I inhale the good air and yes, this is the life I've always wanted to explore.

I grabbed my sandals and walked on the long coast in a silhouette.
The smile on people’s face are priceless.
Different colors and shapes.
God is so good for creating these beautiful people.

The sun goes down, I walk with the crowd.
Beach ornaments lighten my heart.
I watch the twinkling lights hanging from the hotels and restaurants. It was bewitching.
People huddled for the amazing performance of the fire dancers. I was dazzled myself.

Everyone gathered on the shore with drinks on their hand moving their body to the electronic beat.
DJ’s killing the place.
My heart’s hoping for time to slow down.
This place is where I always wanted.
Where I wanted to be.

Friends are gold which I treasure most.
The fun with them will always be the best memory.
Life never gets old on the beach.

Life without summer is a ******.

-Adele

5/25/14

Tell me,
how the authenticity
of ostensible friendship
happens in a room full of glitz and glitter

when you are being abandon.

I have to embrace the silence and get inside
my head
listen to the voice
and find the sea of imagination
to soothe and calm the beating of my heart

I chose to be drifted from the spontaneity
of the images reflected from the light

this freedom, subjective
moving to a concept
proving that the aesthetic beauty

moves along the faculty of knowledge
from a storm that gave birth to a new beginning
starting from a ruin

The reason is pure, bringing me to my highest self
I am invincible.

Parents will never understand-
Going out, having fun
The blast of speakers coming from a room
making a house boom.
The jokes and pranks with friends
just making memories that won't end.
Drunk or sober nights
that will carve in everyone's heart.
Red cups some party games, going speed limits,
we're just too young to care.
The selfies and photos
that won't ever fade.
And when I get older,
reminiscing those days were cray.
A smile on my wrinkling face.
My teenage days was never a waste

-A

7/29/14

It all started in the town Warwickshire,
within Stratford-upon-Avon
a magician invented a spell
a thaumaturgy from Ovid's
magnum opus and Holinshed Chronicles
that whispered an image
of kings and battles
which turned into a game of bewitchment!

Hail the Globe Theatre
where the throng gathered
and witness the sorcery
ensorcelled by the conjurer
though spell cast into ashes
and turn dreams
into a nightmare

Yet, 'Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.'

I wanted to tear his mask,
but he told me not to do it again,
he then swam in the depths of loneliness
I've always wanted to know his fears
since only I could see his dreams,
but he has shown how strong he could be
I ask him questions, he never answers
sometimes, he would laugh
a laugh that would strike your healing heart
he would smile too
a smile that would vanish gloomy clouds away
but what about his eyes?
I see no glimmer,
must be a fountain of lies
he just lifted a dying soul,
maybe he is a hero or could be a villain
but what is the truth?
Again, I tried to pull his mask off,
but he ran away
and never came back.

men wept in the drought of dark chasm
queue to damnation
the irresponsibility of the authority
in the trades of recession
selling apples a day
kept the people away
sailing across the Atlantic
trying to find ways
entering a new land,
portals don’t welcome new immigrants

He should have stayed in Brooklyn
but what was the difference
slums of Limerick
Hoovervilles or shantytowns

There were no jobs
million voiceless throng
hidden in the record
There must be crime

Starvation and disease
lack of medical facility
yet alcoholism
and wiping shillings
was famous in the pub

Future, pay heed
to the dark horrors
of the past
that brought light
to this present

He built me an empire
on a gargantuan chateau
There, you'll see me write
under the Northern lights

stars hover in sight
as the ghostly glow of
green  in the east over
the peak of the mountain sky
began to dance this one winter night

The man of my history
is nowhere in sight
he could rule the earth
but I was left in a tower
of one window
with a candle lamp on my side

The blow of snow coming from
my window sends shiver
down my spine

It's cold and empty
there's no more guards
standing on the portcullis,
the drawbridge wasnt closed
for years
and the moat is starting to freeze

Everything is dead,
only my heart is alive

waiting for the king
to find his way back from
a journey that made him lost
his home, people
and once he called a queen

I see the beauty in a palm-
sized tomatoes growing afloat in Inle Lake
the one-legged fisherman
silhouetted just like his perilous
wooden boat against the slow setting
sun. I hear thin echoes
of beauty
hundred years
of ruins, temples, stupas standing
with pride, the culture of longyi, worn
with delight

I took the train that goes
on a loop
saw  buildings, the market, the houses,  plantations
a city  a country covered
by a dark cloud that has yet to
acknowledge a genocide
The darkness rise with cries

‘mingalaba’ a Burmese
lady with a white cream on her face which is made from ground bark called ‘thanaka’ comes to sit by the Dyamayanggi Temple
the scorching sun-filled flakes the paste
a basket full of snack, she offers
with a smile

The joy in chasing sunset in the land of thousand pagodas. A mystical climb a striking landscape. I breathe,
feel and wish to stay
longer. Soaked in the twilight of the moment. In a fleeting time of closing my eyes, I drown with the colours of the golden sky.

Meet me in Hauts-de France, a train that will take us to Brussels the next day’

I stood rigid on a wintry night of a wisp December, bright but dark city of Lille outside a desolate gare

‘We missed the train’ I whispered to myself. His promised turned into ashes, blown by the wind

the snow is starting to fall and I looked up, as it creates an image of a slow motion

‘maybe, we could go to London’ oh, silly natter

The frigid wind burned my hands as I dire for friction

‘He is not coming’ my head yelped in fear

I called the taxi, and looked back for the lastime, the only thing that lights up is the lamp post with the effect of a falling snow


The road was empty
but as this one light stood out,


it gave me hope

no one depends on the red wheel barrow anymore

dry land, dead weeds

the white chickens got off the broken fence