Whispered were the stars
On the freckles ‘cross her face,
The chase, an orbit,
And sun,
Our son,
Not far behind.

Whispered were the stars,
Waning were the midnights,
Hours once assumed,
And cold,
The cold finger;
Mortality, ever to remind.

Whispered ‘ever, the stars,
Midnight’s come and go,
And sun,
Our son
Would love as we’d before,
Eternal, and long after we’ve gone.

Whispered was this order,
The path our parents once knew,
The songs they once sang;
Daughters, sons, our
Suns
Atop prior strings and

Whispered ideals that never diminish.
So let them dream, let them sing
Let them sing,
And let them
Shine,
Like before and never before.

That ******
Cicada.
She won’t let me sleep.
She won’t let me sleep!

Won’t let me sleep –
When I’ve worked my shift,
I’ve paid my rent,
I’ve fluffed my pillow.

Won’t let me sleep –
In between harassment,
In between the bill collectors,
The brawls and the *******.

Won’t let me sleep –
When people fail,
When bombs fall
And children perish elsewhere.

She won’t let me sleep.
She won’t let me sleep!
That ******
Cicada.

She won’t let me sleep.

Fangcun tea spills the streets
Amid wild migration,
And intent to penetrate the,
“Pearl,”
An acrid and once ugliest river;
Boiled frogs wrought chemical baths,
But come the tea,
Its first and finest smell.

So begins the story –
Tales birthed backs earlier,
And greener the mounts of
Fujian;
With I, the “foreigner,” but learned
When the piano keys
Tremble tumors within the
Nose born a million miles west.

If I’d ventured, if I’d lived,
If she’d left, and she did,
I’d orbit again and again and
Again;
Barren but to tap with one finger
Atop purple clay and sip
On and on and on
For the jubilation and for the hours.

I’d ingest all the ether’s mystery,
I’d dodge yesterday’s bullet tomorrow,
I’d live and if to die lonely,
Simply,
I’d perish knowing,
With a tea cup in hand,
That I’d still taste the dominion over
Self and covenants long forgotten.

The moments you feel lost
And the moments you feel upset
Are the ones that will bring you joy
In the future that you will set

Then we will look back
At all the hard times and the steuggles
And see that we fought
To be where we are now.

I'm alone.
I can feel my heart giving up on me,
It just might be something destine to happen.
I see war on the screen,
It's cruel and unclean.
I'll always worry more about you then me.
I am unkind and rude.
Have no eyes so no point of view.
I wish you could come home.
That's something my soul needs, is you lying next to me

He's cold.
Not in the physical sense, but emotional.
He doesn't talk much,
And he pushes others away.
He drinks to cover his emotions.
He never likes to show who he is.

Maybe he's afraid of opening up,
And making himself vulnerable.
Why light yourself on fire to make someone else warm

The seasons changing and so are you.
You'll go and hide in the shadowy corners of your bedroom,
Your emotions have come to a complete dull.
For you are not you anymore.
You've disappeared from sight.
Days are long, tiresome, sullen and filled with hours that could be spent together.
But you've gone away somewhere,
And no one can find out where.
Come home to me.