When you find love
then you are worthy
you will see a pattern
it does not wax or wane
like it is at the mercy of the moon
this is for foolish lovers
of the youth
but when love stays
like the stale in toast
this is what will make you full
keep you healing
True love is nothing
to write home about
But it will save you.

All the trouble in the world
And you chose here.
The millions of light years
It took for you to reach us.
Inside your golden breath
never dying but
Igniting streams of iridescent strings.

This one singularity.

Bated upon your lips
Are the deeds of
the Light in action.
The silvery bond
Holding us all together.

Yet, they will hurt you
they will plunge you into
the well of sorrow
with their apathetic glances
and stiletto tongues

But you are the crystalline Sun.
With the power inside
your rainbow colored eyes.

*You are the truth.
The shift.
The one.

After all these years,

I still remember

his strange passion

He could conjure

up the ghost

with those soul

infused eyes

We made mad

love with our words

talking about the big

bad world of our youth

Now that we are older

we sit on the couch in the

silence of each other

enjoying an old snog to

past the time away

Two old bags still

doing what makes us

most happy.

Inspired by the words of my muses, Xu Zhimo and Ms. Hsu

I am the moon
across the sunlit sky,
By chance it will
eclipse your heart
Don't be relieved or elated
At the speed of thought
it dissipates

In the evening, we convene
the journeys
distinct in paths
you might remember,
but perhaps it best your
memory fade of the blaze
when we once met

You make a brown
girl blush
like I am carrying
apples in my cheeks
you've broken a
thousand spells
with those lips
kissing so sweet

I am the honey
you seek
when you are
tired and meek
perhaps dying in
your sleep

For I'd like to
return the favor
to invite you to savor

me

Rise little girl
It is time
To take to your
Feet and run
the sun was not
yours to carry
Child immaculate
Bring to life your
Heart anew
Dwell in this place
For the light
echoes upon you
it is time to rise, little girl
come walk with the one
seen wearing roses
come talk to the one
felt thru all time

Speak the truth
with your tongue
and let the good
silence of your soul
be the guide of you

But first it will come
awkward
Take your time
spewing what
makes you mad

Show no fear and
Articulate yourself
into being
with the pure grit
of your teeth

Then bite them

Bite them hard...

Truth isn't taught in
homes or schools
but is learnt thru
the trial and error
of the tongue
the bigger the lie
the insurmountable
effort it is to the journey
back home

When your voice cracks.
When you are telling the truth.
Say it
over and over again
to them and to yourself.
Until you remember
what is real.
until the truth shakes
the room and they feel
it coming before
you do.

Do it for
the Art in you
for bringing
something to life
from the
utter despair
out from the void
of nothing
to the lives of
those who wonder

Do it for
the death bed
knowing one day
you'll leave this place
a cold and distant body
you could tune in more
from chaos of the
every day human

Finally, it's never
been done before
the absolute trip
of who you are
Be the you
you have to be
for the multitudes in need
of your unique art

The beautiful things are
always written in black
The swan may she overwhelm
you with her delicate charm
is brought to you in obsidian grace
Or how about the crow
brings us the message of tomorrow
soothsayer with black wings
Black is tenderness
and camouflage
our protection
fiercely rejected by some
While others surrender to
its potency
Wherever it is you stand
with or with out it
know that black stands on its own
thru out the Universe
pulling us like gravity
commanding a deep reverence
for it
rearranging our skies

The best poem
is a meager tidy
little thing
a bold usurping
phenom
built from a small
cascade of words...

It takes a world of kindness
to cover up a heart of coal
for mine is a blackened blindness
dark enough to steal your soul

visit this depth of nothingness
don't fathom its layers of theft
for I cover up this hole of emptiness
with smiles and remnants of fret

Living each day as a fraud
if only you could see
this authenticity
ingenious words on the sly
then you'd shut up and be grateful
and go away to hide

I don't have much patience
for small talk and lies
but it takes a script
that's fraudulent
to make the stage a disguise

But please always remember
its my life and a story of just cause
And I am delighted to tell you
This poem is nothing but a fraud

They are worshippers
of new skin while
scattering their
ashes in ritual fire

The smoke
painting the sky
with their
inevitable bones

and all the pretty things
hanging from their
hips have risen
from what was broken

Now they too
have wings

Shadows are fair-weathered
friends that mimic
you in clear sight

They are fickle things
-remnants of sin
mocking the
physicality of you
-the insufferable notion

Shadows are
keen things driven by
the rain and the
blues with its inevitable
silver lining...

The dry bones have given up
they continue to seek their shelter
under a barren Sun
while the politicians
reek havoc

they blame poverty
on the penniless poor
and on the wounded warriors
whose feathers have been
clipped on purpose
and by design.

One day the truth will
inhabit the Earth
and shall reign again.
But not until you've suffered
long enough
and have thoroughly listened to
what is true of the plants
the trees the stars the moon
And yes that barren Sun.

She is in Her own orbit
Each woman
a God
unto Herself
with Her own systems
and Her own gravity
Fluid in Grace
As She designed it
Then there are the men
Yes there were men
Deep down inside Her
with His own Divinity
As sacred as She
In His divine Creativity
born from Her
and as Holy as One

He saw you there

blowing bubbles

all puckered

and closed eyed

as if you were about to

kiss some small strange

laughing saint

Only if he was

at the conception

of those bubbles to

feel your bated breath

like you were making

a wand out of

magic and broken

childhood dreams

I taste you on
the bend of
every morning
as if you were
my savior in these
black long days
it seems you were
made for
and it's hard without
you brimming
the smell of you
leaving me daunted
waiting for the
that surge to
pull me thru

D o y o u b e l i e v e i n t h e u n s e e n  ?

I t w i l l c o s t y o u

T h a t t h i n g y o u s o w i l d l y p r o t e c t

L i k e i t s y o u r f u t u r e

L i k e i t ' s y o u r e n d

I t ' s t h e s o u l t h a t y o u

l e f t b e h i n d

t o b e c o m e s o m e t h i n g

y o u a r e n o t

“You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!”* -Rumi

You didn't ask to
be the center of
the Universe
and yet you are here
a radar at the center
of the cosmos
revealing itself over
and over again.

You think you are sane
but you dream in songs
the colors come dancing from
a myriad of crazy

You think you are no one
yet you have the
voice of antquity like
a thousand sybils
bearing prophecy

You are not the drop of tear
from sullen eyes that
has forgotten

You are celestial and
raging with divinity

May you remember
that you are holy
and immaculate

Come, and take your place

She is ours
All of us
The soft opening to
the woman
Inside you
weeping
Like the tides
Moving dark and
Clutching your veins
To make you bleed
When she is heavy and bright
the laughter will come to
break you
madness swelling
You will never know
Her completely
The wait for Her in wonder
If you are lucky
You will meet Her
Liberating you
Doused as lit
Dressed in your dreams

We should remember the Moon
How it never caters to the Sun
burning as bright as it wants to be
Never pandering to the Moon
Just sharing the sky
like they both belong there
Two great phenoms dividing this world
into night and day
and showing us that there is enough
time and space for everyone...

I am like an old willow
hoping you will notice me
that you'd want
to hold my embrace in yours
tree branch to flesh
compromising our nuances
like old friends
diving into each others
thought bubbles
and seeking out the lit sun
in our eyes...
who's to say that the tree
is not sentient
maybe we are not tree enough
just seed thoughts
floating along
for a place to belong
a place worth settling for...

What our resolutions reveal
most of all is the cockiness
our human audacity to
think we were immortal
despite
living unsustainable
all these years
roaming the planet
eating up the indigenous
all ready endangered
like ourselves
extinct and not a clue wiser
Just ploughing down the wrong way
how we seemingly keep intact
from all of the plucking and pleading
machines as slaves
but looking closer
our delicate image
is fractured by the slightest word
or misdeed
after all that epic stupidity
we
still
learned
nothing

The nights have
been somber around here
they are filled with
apparitions of
longing and worry

So I write poems
with a surgical knife
to cut at the wound
of my sullen cries

I should be stronger
than this
superwoman in reverse

the cobwebs come and
multiply around me
as if I were an
abandoned building
while the shadows have their
own wicked agenda

as I flutter around
like the milquetoast girl
from yesterday

I'm bullied by
quarantined nights
then saved by the morning
Sun of my resurrection

Times are hard
as we bring ourselves
to the table

we get eaten
by the
the denials
the fakes

But it is not their job
to hand you on their platter
to desire you with open mouths
for them to acknowledge
you like they want a good whiff

The real ones know
where your heart is
they tell you who you are
without telling the others
The real ones discern each other
like
one
searching
for
their
own
true
self

O what say ye?
mine divine soul
where have you gone?
O my deity
It is the parched
barren sun
which depletes us
We've laid too long
in its withering heat
Now is the time
to cool and wet our thirst
upon the dark waters
of the abyss
to navigate this boat
be like fishermen
and bring back the dead

Who was dubious
had kind eyes
and spoke sweetly
She sought after
big arrogant souls
Was a mystery
like water and
vast like the big sky in Montana
loved her curves and
Once caused a man to
trace her with his tongue
hugging her hills
and valleys
Playing
to keep
kneeling

Time does not exist
For you are the perfect storm
in the center of it all

The vacuum
ripping thru space to sacred
birth new skies
in the deep horizon

the never-ending
sound of you permeates
thru the wall of eternity

the sacred embodiment
of energy, breathing
on a living planet, is you.

And the haters kept
heckling with their
sullen tongues

Look at me
You may be a puppet
but I just got fired
by a man who believes
in flat worlds

there is something
beyond this surface
fainted on the
unseen inside

How it moves and
stretches
in the chest
this balloon baby
at the center of
now