I yearn for the days
when I could pull poetry
from my brain
like a string of pearls,
shimmering opal,
so beautiful to all.

Where    have    my    pearls    gone?

Would you look for
the atlantic coast
Where your dad
dropped you off
and became a ghost

Could you come and find
that tree in red
The one they found him under
with the hole in his head

see through hardened panes
watching nature's ebb and flow
inside out snow globe

Behold the nature,
She's talking with you in sways,
Smiling in colors.

All the words unspoken,
were wrapped in conceits
******* in scarlet twines
Sealed well
Like golden joineries
or bamboo’s crease
Inside, two’s secrets

Unwrap each carefully
Press your ear to hear:
Wind, memories,
And Peach Blossom Spring

One day I will be murdered
And buried by
The tender hands of my lover
They will pour soil over my pale body
While moonlight pours from the heavens
They will bury me
With moonstone and rubies
Another gem of the raw earth
The best treasures are always buried deep

Gentle river
Lick me clean
Take my sins
And slam them
Against the rapids
Wild river
Grant me freedom
Let me float
Along your bank
Let me sing with you
Let me roar with you
Until the birds call me home
Rising river
Rise with me
Rise with me
Rise with me