hatred and anger are only
the absence of love
and can be diminished by
the abundance of love

build up the walls!
for love leaves ruins

it is autumn.
you are golden;
you were golden
in summer
too.

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

I'm mad at myself for giving you so much power over me
For not being able to break free
But I've been yours since the day we met
And I did fight it
I did
But I stood no chance
Against the force that was you

“Be silent, dear child, make not a sound,
lest by Herrod’s soldiers we’ll be found.
No whimper, cry or any small noise;
They have orders to ****** boys.”
I’ve heard your playmates’ mothers scream
as their sons were taken from their arms.
And heard their helpless piteous cries
forced to watch as their dear ones die.
The streets of Bethlehem run red
with nearly every male child dead.
All lie victims of Herod’s fears
Of every prophecy he hears.
I hear a brute’s fist pound our door.
He’ll still my heart ere he strikes yours.”