May the birds of happiness
Always sing your songs
True friends stay together


Have you ever bumped
into a friend expectedly ,
You stop, you greet
You exchange small talk,

However, as they walk away
for a moment you wish
You wore a veil
just to avoid that road block
Without the willow sigh of... oh ****!

Suddenly the memories
Of your friend resurface;
You slowly looked back and wave goodbye
With a pleasant smile upon your face
Was that Betty or Mesha B?
Memories are supposed to last forever
True friends stay together

However, it's so hard to remember the names
of old friends from your past
  Without losing that gap of time and place
A loss or change, healing or new beginning
When everything changes; it changes everything

However, as the conversation end
With “Oh isn’t it a lovely day”
It was so good to see you my nameless friend
despite the memory loss

Every Moves Must Have A Purpose


Standing on the edge of the cliff looking down

at the muddy water

My body froze, my mind  
wandered about life altering

The floating leaves cluster against an old tree branch
the stronger ones, hurried along: an image of mockery
An ill feeling came over me:
What the purpose of living?
I saw the younger generation shoving us
Asking us to make room!
Make room
I saw injustice about to happen:
I felt the squeeze

lost for a moment
Numb and ill emotions

Should've I jump
or should I move away from the cliff

"Hiss “whisper the wind."

What you are about to do is a sin.

Who do you think you are Tim Tin?

I felt a sudden tug on my arm

a little voice whispered,
“Satan you’re a liar.

Turn down that heat on the fire,

Unhand me!  
I wouldn’t be dupe by you

I stumble for a moment,
Gasping for breath
as I held my chest

Was I brain-dead or just simply

Mad as hell?
suicidal thoughts

Every move has its purpose
And life is to move on

Thank God I didn’t take that plunge
Every Moves Must Have A Purpose

To be the one in the crowd, who whispered words
no one would ever hear
To be the raven, who has never had the guts to
return to Noah Ark;

To be the dry, red rot shoes
who have never been worn because
07 was a size too small for those cow hoofs

To be the Cardinals from around the world
Who has to selected the next 17th Pope
As the world watch:

To be the end of a journey for the new born:
whose mother lay helplessly on the stretcher
because of her lifestyles:

It would be a blessed day not to be awaken
by the sound of the roaster who croaks
no blogging, blogging, or no ranting:
What would be sole purpose?
Not to do the things I love?

To be one who have to take a slice of bread:
And make breakfast for five hungry children

To be the one who said:
Today is the day I am going to look for a job
After spending nineteen years
with the same employer
Just to be ******* by the same company
Who claims the company is going to be bankrupt
No money for his employees
~
I have just begun to see life as it is.
I need no sympathy:
I must be tripping
wake up and live

Another year without looking in your eyes
another day, another month,
feels  likes eternity
another dream,  another anxiety
another night, another dream to be ignore
I hope that you know you set my soul on fire,
With your absence, leave a lot to be desired,
Time is against us,
Loving you is all that matters….
Circumstances:
My dearest Francis

Poets, songwriters, and composers
Were absolutely correct when they say
Love is blind and justice is impaired
Is the dead better off than the living?
~
I slowly open the door to the room nineteen
Somehow, the door made a shrieking sound
They all turn and looked at me in slow motion
I saw the hatred that was in their eyes:
it felt like being bitten by poisonous flies
Clones and comics together in one room:
On the hottest day of June
~
You Aint Seen Nothing Yet
in comparisons to a Amarillo
Or daffodils desperately trying to emerge in coldest day of March
So, I said hello my fellow poets,
~
When are we going to stop laying wreaths?
at the tomb of the unknown?
When are mothers and fathers going to say?
“No to their sons and daughters behaviors
There is a war, going on right here amongst us
Stop the hate, stop the bigotry
Plant a tree in the name of love.

Sometimes when we touch
The honesty too much, Dan Hill
honest and sympathetic approach
to that ongoing question
Do I you still love them?
~
I remember when I said
I love Him
It was so easily said
the glows from blushing,
that healthy feeling,
~
Now our love stand still likes
The curtain on my window sill
So decorative, simple details
unlike our relationship
Come hell or high waters
something is definitely missing from our life
it's
my love for him which
Changes like my curtains according to the seasons:
Sometimes when we touch
The honesty too much;
Thank you so much Dan Hill
For that clear view;

When you woke up to the sound of the water dripping
Knowingly you
Lost the love of your life, fire of your *****
Suddenly, you silently scream
for human contact
~
my heart pounding so loudly: I had to responds
to my brain quickly. To prevent an heart attack
It seem once again I have lose
With my fault of my own
I have chosen the wrong man
An elder
to fulfill my  ****** desire
Blind love is not the way to choose your lover
His favorite word: to his problems
That’s Life my honey: that is life
His life not mines