Sometimes
         I feel a well
                   dug deep
         into my heart
  I try to stop it
but it quickly
becomes ocean
  and overflows  
     into great tsunami
          rises over all the levees
             rushes past dams                  
               breaks down tall
                   city structures,
              edifices crumbling
           in its path
     all the squid and octopi
    skitting forth
in wild pulses,
tentacles entangled
     in doorways and rooves
        slipping through narrow
                window-openings
                   as they pour ink
                       in clouds,
                         shifting shapes
                          in cephalopod excitement
                            while blue whales
                            and humpbacks
                               breach over bridges,
                             phosphorescent jellies
                          light up
                       the dark streets of
                      my arteries
                     electric eels illuminate
                    the alleyways of
                   desolation's thick syrup
                     and I cannot stop it even
                            if I wanted to,
                   these darkened,
                     swirling waves
I am both floating and flying
like a jumping manta ray
curling around the ferries
bobbing in seahorse iridescence
weaving between buses
as if they were corals

And when the storm subsides,
colorful rockpools form,
rich in diversity
It is there,
in between the
multicolored ***** and
succulent shellfish,
in a mermaid's
       voluptuous smile
and turquoise eye
that I see you,
so crystal clear
                I could reach out              
                      and bring you to me,          
                         holding you tight
                         until the
                gentle break
     of
          morning

NOTHING CARES FOR ME;
BURNING PLASTICS ALL OVER THE WORLD---
WITH NO ONE PUT AGAINST A WORD.
USING ALL SORTS OF MODERN COMFORTS,
YOU ARE DEPLETING MY BEAUTY*
NO TREES, NO LAKES, NO RAINS---
THE SEA ROARS, THE SKY CRIES ;
NO ONE CAN CALM ME DOWN
WHEN IT'S ALL OVER THE CROWN.
YOU STILL HAVE TIME TO STOP,
WHEN YOU DON'T WANT TO CLAIM THE TOP.
USE YOUR KNOWLEDGE IN CONSERVING ME;
DON'T EVER USE IT TO RUIN ME..........

I'm not sure when it happened.
When I stopped moving foward.
Surely it couldn't always have
been this way.

Did I get here by accident?

Somewhere on the road to middle age,
I pulled my sensible sedan
to the side of the road.

Sitting under a shady overpass
content to watch the world
pass me by.

I can't do this.

I can't sit still.

Life is movement,
growth,
change,
and struggle.

To stop moving forward
to stop struggling
to stop growing
to stop changing

is to stop living!

Because we are whole as children,
Because in purity we have not faced the cruel and unjust world that lies ahead,
Even as a child before the age of 2 or 3,
We may fall to the consequences of the people surrounding us,
Because before we cannot even speak,
We become heartbroken from the cruelty of this world,
WE cry with insanity,
WE cannot comprehend the extent of this madness we feel inside of ourselves,
Longing for freedom,
As we are restrained in chains that we do not even know,
We reality hits and we grow older,
We hide our imperfections,
Creating layers of lies that become a seal from the real world,
The heartbreak sinks in,
WE have no defense because nothing goes away,
We may say that we are fine, ignore it,
But the only reappear over time,
It is just now I am realizing the true influence of the world that has already be obscured,
The one that broke my parents,
My ancestors fell apart,
Because sometimes sickness is never cured,
When it starts from such a young age,
Although it is true we are born whole,
Sometimes there is no cure for a heartbroken child,
Sometimes the remedies we seek are only artificial,
They become disposable,
People become just a wasted dream,
A blurry memory and there is nothing we can do,
We can only pray for a child to grow from this,
Because we have not learned how yet,
This World is just one more broken child,
Fighting for freedom,
Fighting for a cause.