Phrases hang in the sky
words grow on a tree
ideas float on water
it's all ordinary to me

Grass is the parchment
on which I write stories
my thoughts a jar of ink
I use to describe the glories

The world is my sketchbook
full of imaginary tales
which I still have to write
unhidden by any veils

The pen is my greatest love
which I play by hand
my stories, I bind them together
in the boundless poets land

I am the fire,
I burn into light, I burn in darkness.
Transforms into any shape, lit into any structure.
Heat and Burn anything, everything, even ashes to ashes.

I am the water
I flow into anything,
Fill the empty spaces,
Make whirlpool and create a current of my own.
Push and pull anything to anywhere.

I am the air blow soft and hard
I blow softly to comfort your skin
Sometimes harsh in storm to break bones.
I am the air, who flows in every heart.
If I leave you will suffocate and die.

I am the sky,
I am everywhere
In and out of the canvas,
Clouds and birds fly in my lap.
I am far and wide expand no one can reach, nobody can explore.

I am the land
You stand on me.
You plant, live, sleep, die and mix on me.
You grow and survive on me.
I am everything in every situation, anything in any form of nature.

I hold the tool. I am the blade. I drive
myself into the fertile ground. I dig
potatoes out. They were buried alive,
but in darkness they thrive. Now the old pig
will feast. When he grows fat I will slay him
to feed me and kin. I don't like killing
but when necessary it's not a sin.
I shall live another year, God willing.
I have long been on the land. I am old
but my sun is not yet setting in the
sky. When I was a child I was told once by
my father you become earth when you die.
If so, I hope my children carve my chest
with blade. I hope I'll yield a fruitful harvest.

There was a land

Filled with sand

It was grand



Whoever went to see

Got lost at sea

And came back in a heap


But a girl did see

The land at sea

And collapsed on the land with a heap



The girl laid on the sand

Sand in her hand

And said “This land is grand.”

There was a land

Not bland

But very grand


Flowers bloomed from every corner

A beautiful sight

And everywhere you found no mourners


The sun shines fairly bright

The weather was perfect to fly a kite

Everywhere beautiful birds took flight


So beautiful were the plants

But at first you would give them a small glance

Then they’d put you in a trance


Animals chittering all around

Upon their face there wasn’t a frown

Happy, chatting, chittering sound




The land was always peaceful there

And the weather was always fair

With non-violent bears


And there are some perks or two

The sky was always a deep sky blue

With growing bamboo



But that, my friend, is not all

It is never a cold fall

But i do not want to drawl and drawl


So goodbye, farewell

I hear a bell

That says, “It’s time for the wishing well.”

Instead of the joy of coming into a port and stepping onto land, land
That is familiar and loving
In love
With having my feet home again
The earth below rejoicing
After so many months at sea

I am instead adrift.  There is unbroken horizon
Spread out vast all around me
My eyes ache in my head from only seeing the sun, only seeing
The flat blue waves

I am so ANGRY that I am unloved I am so ADRIFT without my home port
I call out and the wind pretends to be an answer
All I want is to be longed for
For someone to pace
For someone to watch the sea

Instead, two separate lives, one at sea, one at home.