lots of good things on earth
embarrass me such as
those blooms and blossoms
amongst the greens  
i cannot tell even one as
they were named
but call them flowers

Mute the TV news
Truth might blink among flashes
Silent the noise on streets
Beauty might recover swiftly in expressions
A white cane knocking at crossroads
Traffic lights answering in green faces

i might die innocently
without knowing you
your wits and pain
compatible

you might live ignorantly
without recognising me
my pain and presences
unbearable

we might come across
one day after you also die
no need to introduce
either in darkness or light
neither reversible

Dec 4, 2017

I plant seeds by buring them hoping
they grow up to be bitter drugs curing
the self-modifying deseases aiming
to decease the last human kinds

Strokes on paper 
none strokes in wise minds
once familar but now in strangers uniforms
walking on pure lands footprinting 
phrases on top of grassroots 
imaging from a distance of 
trees in the deep forest
the leaves, branches and hidden

birdsongs being interpreted as joy
even when it rains
green leaves turn to earthly brown
dry lands go wet and muddy
beautiful scenes, rot and vanish until
becoming wealthy soil again feeding
the uprising fresh newborn
after a long-awaited

spring. sprung, spun
threads dyed with veg and flowers 
dried on rocks, under the sun
then being hung on a wooden-framed
chamberlike knitting machnism
women sitting alongside days and nights
recounting detailed stories of innocence

comets appeared and gone
flowers blossomed and withered
days dawned and darkened
nights shaded and shallowed
the unspoken came and stays
the unsean arrived and resides
the remains of the remainers
live in dead, smell poison while
the ending begins there

May 22, 2019

time to jump off the boat and swim
swim to the faraway island and sing
sing high until i am floating in the sky
pretend i am a kite, connecting myself slightly to the earth
and never say goodbye

you have to search me on the island from tomorrow on
if you cannot see me, i must be hiding in the lake
when time comes the lake surface is still
lonesomeness might bring me down to the deep
save me by walking on the bank, little breeze would keep me alive

i might still feel the warmth of light at the bottom
i also know the water is penetrating everywhere
like roots of a big tree reaching and crossing over
the lake is indeed a beautiful eye
green grasses are eyebrows dancing in the wind
life is nature, now and here
i will be wearing those beautiful clothes even after I disappear

Life starts from an innocent place of blindness
living long in others memories
A withheld breath at the neck of
a less than full bottle

When all these are to be emptied
it becomes the last lucky drop
sticking to the bottle firmly
at the bottom

“The name that can be named
is not the ordinary name.”


Actually everyone carries
a dead person’s name
including the homeless
never mind they abandoned
their homes but not names
Alive or dead names
basically sound the same

I did see nameless persons
on different occasions
once at the Australian War Memorial
an unknown soldier lies
beneath the dome
while his brothers lining up
against the wall, outside, still

Many times I read poems
by anonymous poets
those early bards of all nations
on earthly soil
Unlike today’s poets of fame
they never forget printing their names
at the bottom of each stolen piece

Can one live or travel without a name?
Not really, to be honest even they are willing
Can one love or die without a name?
Yes, one soldier did and we know him well

Don’t hope less but
make your hope full

Nothing is new unless
we renew ourselves

we
die to live
daily

Wor-l-d
A divided
Word

I guess I hear me failing
Much more in-no-saintly than
Those yesterry moments of
Deep-fried pain on this sorryland

My bewildered accent in
Tangled town spending
Words landable none
On any paper less prints

A beam of Diwalight reflashes
My dwelling in ducked after-mess
Recounting vowels and towels
cows and boys in coward towers

Eve was the one to blame
Evening took the hour of shame
Adam lost his point in fearful defence
Eden lost its keepers and turned into
a garden without fences

The serpent made it a permanent job
kept haking every man's hands
Peace became a precious hope
Remaining in endless fights ever since

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