there is indeed relief
in the bleeding words
of a cutting edge misery

there is indeed beauty
in a dying poetry
that gets to live another day

there is indeed meaning
in an empty paper:
a brevity poignant testament

there is indeed life
in every ending rhymes,
a killing soundtrack for past demise

Ever seen a racist blind man? No, they don’t see no tan.

Why do you hate small asian eyes? You’re no superior with a bigger size.

Hate the tone of our accent? Stop whining, be decent.

What makes you think you’re on top? Your ideals full of crap.

Why do you hate other culture?
You’re way worst than a vulture.

We live on one planet.  We’re the same, don’t you get it?

Im tired of this hate. Please, people, relate.

Stop looking at the eyes and the color. We need to end this racist dishonor.

We breath and live the same. You’re making the issue so insane!

The spatial reasoning brain naturally multiplies its seed.
Its negation divides.
The number reasoning brain naturally adds its seed.
Its negation subtracts.

These two sets have become distinct for clarity.

beat slowly
do not ruin my heart
let me stay close
do not away from near
we have to talk long
do not offer to shut up
my burning gaze
do not try to put it out

my only concem is butterflies
do not squeeze in the palm of your hand

When I was just an innocent child,
Unlike others, I wouldn't go wild
I would swing in a cherry blossom tree,
And no other children would notice me.
I was a shy child, very timid of socializing,
But a boy with wings was approaching,
"I can be your friend, dear one,
We will explore every corner
Of your rich imagination
We will fly beautifully together"
Time passed, I felt amazing,
But the clock was ticking,
The boy said: "It is time to go, my love,
It is time to let go, we'll be together
Even after the end!"

What does time mean
if you're not there?
When my teardrops leave their
tracks in the dust
and my heart tears when I look up
to see you're missing.
What is time, when I reach out across the bed, my hand grasping
at emptiness and I realize
you're missing
What is time, when I want to share
a thought or two
but keep them silent, hidden from you, because you're missing
What is time, when broken plans of our future lay like mosaic
pieces of a picture
Waiting to be glued back together
But your piece is missing.
...amp...

The moon smiles on your face
to make the night wonderful
The ocean flows in your eyes
to make the waves beautiful
and I melt in your arms
where I find peace.

The clouds feel jealous
of your smooth hair
The gentle breeze blows
your smell in the air
and you melt my heart
with your sweet voice.

Maybe nature is pleased
with your simplicity
and the spring is painted
with your beauty.
I find kindness in your words
and hope you'll shine me always.