There is so much hope in her little heart
But very little around
Walmart and a credit card won't do.
Crumbling hearts and crumbling homes,
But steadfast hope still counts and,
And a little bit of adhesive love.

Why did you have to come
And course through my dry veins
Did you not know that they would catch fire
Or did you just not care?
Why did you creep into my dusty bones
And seep into my decaying marrow
Did you not know that it would catch fire
Or did you just not care?
These ancient ruins cannot house a sirocco
The more you try to arrange the bricks
The more you scatter.
In your desperation to embrace the cracks
There is even more chaos
But still I welcome you
I welcome you haha!
I welcome the fire in my *****
One final roar
One final hurrah!
One final ******* explosion
Than fading silently into oblivion,
So burn me!

When we were young,
Boys and girls don't always play.
Until we're a little older,
It's a game of love's chase.

Typical of dawn and dusk,
They never happen at the same interval.
Unless you look at it from God's perspective,
Where the time is only one in peripheral.

Even if we rarely see each other,
Like the sun and moon,
After a thousand of falling stars,
We'll cross paths soon.
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From children to adults,
From morning to night.
I'll be your lunar love,
And you'll be my moonlight.

Yesterday I visited Cherrapunjee.
Visited the scenes of my boyhood escapades
Looked for the crooks of the trees
Where we perched on exam Sundays
Hidden from the sun, the warden
Plucking berries with the squirrels and birds
Reciting poetry and chasing apparitions.
But they are gone, all gone.
The beautiful huts are still there
With a coat of coal and limestone dust
But not the beautiful trees without.
I traced the trail of the river
Where as truant boys we frolicked
With some fear of the master's cane
And loved the half cooked picnic.
Tried to find the mountain pool that once
Swallowed a friend and almost me!
But, there's only a faint string
Among the ragged cheek bones, and where
The eye was, just a dry hollow.
A pound of flesh and more exacted!
The mighty falls are gone and
In their stead the quarries resound
Rat holes and palaces jostle for space.
From afar I hear old Kong Yulin
Cry "How green was my valley!"

I am disappointed.
I let you go
That you may
Find yourself,
The sparkle in your eyes
That bore through me
May burn bright.
The firm round beasts
Taut with desire for a touch,
That heaved at every breath,
Every turn of my words
And glance ...and I
Withdrew from them,
And your quivering lips.
Dying each day a thousand death,
Pining eternally till yesterday,
Like the lover in the Grecian urn
To liberate you and  liberate me
From the there after, routine and
Mundane. To preserve the spark,
Blow into it, create a new word
Every moment, not be a wife
Or just a husband! But creators,
Challengers to Jove's throne.
The fire once again stolen.
Ahh..But pasted on fb what do I see!
Sagging *******, dim eyes,
Dead, limp locks, stable pasted smile,
Dotting over a fat boy and a *****, palsy pet.
Pretending to be happy with them
And a glorified clerical job.
I am liberated from pain,
But this freedom gives no joy,
Ah Mephistopheles!
I scream not in agony
Having lost my soul to Helen
But in the absence of pain.
Helena has become a fat
Dull mommy cooking
Noodles for fatso
And *****, petty Paris.

Mou, I told you
How happy I was
The day I found you .
Now I realize that you were always there
But you kept silent then as you are here
Only smiling, being, bright, wane
To be found again, lost again, loved again
But always there.