I see you in the stars
the moon
and the shinning sun

I hear you in the rainstorms
the morning doves call
and the trains whistle

I feel you in the fields of green
the warm spring breeze
and the burning fires

You are beauty
living on through every breath
every bright smile
every laugh
every one falling in love for the first time

and now
I will live enough
for the both of us

Every passing cloud in your sky
has a silver lining
maybe not as clear
when you’re so far down
with your head hung low
Hidden by the storms
and striking lightening
Through the dull and grey
It remains
and cliches aside
It still hold true
shining with a single spark
lighting up the world
and I believe
you can light up the whole world
You are so
nearly
there

Toiling away
To live is to work
till death
heads down obediently
What better sound
then that of the evening whistle blow
a body drop
a new opening
a job to be done
a meal on the table
No talking now
In the factories
In the streets
In our homes
We are all slaves
to our homeland
our protectors
the government
and our empty stomachs
selfishly crying out for more
A harsh truth we tell
Our legacy we carry on
only to be remembered as workers
in life
but worthless
in death

One of these days
I suppose
things will turn out right
because I am trying
and I’d like to think
that there is light at the end of the tunnel I have been wandering through

I would like to believe
I will make peace will all those who have done wrong by me
because hate is too big a burden
for my fragile form to carry
and from here
I will walk towards a better future
and never look back

I do not know
which is worse,
the fact that
you still have the power to tear me down
and continue to do so
or the fact that
as much as I want to believe that I am okay
as many times as I look in the mirror
and tell myself I have grown stronger
your words still tear me
limb from limb
and I surrender
letting you do
as you please
again and again

You may not have noticed
my much slower pace
deep sunken eyes
or feeble short limbs
laying on the corner
of my unkept bedroom
and who
can blame you
for It isn’t a pretty sight
unlike all the other days
I had tried so hard
for smooth porcelain skin
and big brightened eyes
If only
           If only
your eyes could spare
a moment of pity
to look upon something
not worthy of you
                      If only
                                 If only
                                             oh well
                                                          oh well….

Flickering flame
A dance of light
The untouchable beauty
upon her lips
Danger
she speaks
so fast
and just once
she calls out
The flames dance
with every breath
The fire burns her
alive
and she
smiles.