May the teardrops
on your pillow
turn to Stardust,
carrying you
to your love,
in your dreams.

Sleep comes near
in the world where
I find myself at this time.

I feel pain with emptiness
for those that have
suffered needlessly in the world this day.

All that most ask,
is to love and be loved.
Rather than die a needless death.

We are all humans
on this spinning globe.
Please give peace a chance.

A Christmas text
the only choice
to a long lost voice.

Loving her so dear,
a child so missed,
I try to send a Christmas wish.

As sweet words inked
the message link,
I felt proud to share my love of her.

About three lines were on the text
just as I write this down
and I burst in tears,
memories rushing back.

I hope she hears
or reads my words,
and knows my love.

I can take anything
she may bring to me,
cause any pain I feel,
is to not see her.

Drawn to you like a moth
to a flame by your beauty.
I must take leave before
the heat of the moment
overtakes the future,
clouding my judgment.

Your beauty can carry you far
but your mind is the solution
to change your future.
Bringing you to a brighter place,
with a future not found
within the confines of this place.

My life has been filled
with words like high energy,
hyperactive and
uncontrollable at times.

Now from my view
from inside looking
out my whole life,
I was just expressing myself,
sharing my thoughts.

There is an old saying
about some things are
better in small doses,
that in my mind
has always been me.

Standing on the outside
looking in,
I look out at the world
that is often surreal.

I see faces, bodies start
to twist in the wind.
As confusion,
boredom set in,
I continue with
apparently no end.

Yet even as my mind
says stop,
I continue on at a
high rate of speed.

This type of mind
leads to other actions,
just as reactive
as my mind.

Seemingly out of control
to others standing,
watching to see
what I'll do next.

So as a young man,
say around 12,
my parents took me
to visit family friends.

While the parents visit
the children would play,
stay out of the way
as children did in the day.

We were sent to the
basement, out of the way.
The boy about my age
his younger sister
heading off to play.

As was my nature
having no control,
I started to take charge.
We looked at the toys,
playthings to share.

A bow and arrow
needed my attention.
After all, I was trained
as an archer when I was 8.
Time to show my
skills and marksmanship.

Taking the bow,
I strung it tight,
checking it's pull.
Grabbing an arrow behind the quill,
loading it carefully in the bow.

Then it happened as the
arrow took flight,
straight and true.

The squeal of a little girl
her brothers fast retreat.
Arrow finding it's mark,
now protruding half in
and out the basement window.

Only one thing left to do,
which I had done before.
Stand before parents
head hung low,
explaining the flight of the arrow
that was out of my control.

Friendships deep enough
Are the ones that cause
The most pain

Like a marriage which
Should be your best friend
People change

We are not always ready
To take the journey
They have chosen

Every man in the end
Must travel his own path
Guided by the memories

Memories of life
That guide your path
With final arrival at enlightenment

For unknown real reasons, I find myself speaking of journeys. The term transitioning seems to be slipping into my vocabulary.

I read of finding enlightenment, but where is it found. Really, I never knew I had anything like enlightenment that was missing. Happiness seems to be what I want to add to life, whether my life or that of another. Life, meaning, another human, which is not a color, culture, political, religious or anything, just a human as in all Gods children.

So, is my happiness, my enlightenment? If not, it is of little matter to me, since my joy and happiness is at a level that I do not find the need to do more than continue in my journey and transition.

Peace be to you all and great blessing in your journey of life.

Laying in bed with a book
Reading to bring me relief
At peace with life
Feel so relaxed, I know I will sleep

The hour grows late
My love comes to bed
Truly at peace with life
Feel so relaxed, I know I will sleep

She moves up close
Snuggles up tight
At peace with life
So relaxed, I know I will sleep

As she touches my body
And drifts off
Now truly at peace with life
So relaxed, that I drift off to sleep

She's my angel in life that brings me peace

Heard the news today, not much new,
but when they give the body count each day.

I feel there is just a bit more sadness in the world.
Tomorrows another day our humanity will suffer even more.

Abuse around the world
Gun fire around the world
Bombs around the world

Mutilated bodies around the world
Wounded around the world
Death around the world.

Sadness around the world.

Morning sun peeks
Over the horizon
Dew drops cover
Blades of grass

Birds early morning Song
The rooster crows
Small creatures stir
As night owls sleep

Another night has passed
With moon
And stars
Crossing a darkened sky

Awake now
Humans of earth
Take count of your blessings
Blessings for eternity

The beat of my heart,
may just be
in my head.

But when in the dark
lying quietly,
by your side.

The sound I hear
so loud, I expect,
it would wake you.

But the sound
is loud,
there in the dark.

Because you're near
and close
to my heart.

Do you see the beauty around you
as you wander through your day?
Maybe it's time to stop,
view the beauty,
that is set before you.

Before you plunge into the media driven
world of your day, stop!
You have time to view
the beauty of the day,
see the world, as it really is each day.

Do you see the beauty around you
When you are going through your day?    

It may be time to stop
View the beauty that is before you

Before you plunge into the media
Driven world of your day

You have time to let go
To see the world

As it really is each day

It's expected that the level of
medication needed to maintain
the level of sanity found in writing.
Would be found to be cost prohibitive to sustain.

Going forward, the prescription that
will be prescribed first,
will be for pen and paper
or any source at hand.

Find you voice, speak out,
sharing what is fun for you.
What drives you, your passion.
Then move on to the next project.

Be your own force,
Even if just a voice of one,
you were meant to be heard.

The opening of this day is early,
as I rise to wash my face and
have that first cup of coffee
and check in on the world this day.

This day in history many years ago,
I started out my day much the same
as I have today, though much younger.
And not as knowledgeable as today.

My day was filled with classes
which was just to **** time.
The excitement today was
my test to have a license to drive.

The day progressed and the excitement
grew, as I thought of my test
that was looming
and having the freedom I saw ahead.

Suddenly the world seemed
to stop as the word went out,
the President was shot
and we were all in shock.

Birthday or not, presents
didn't matter and license forgot.
From that day forward
this has always been part of my birthday thoughts.

Awake now humans
Take count of your blessings now
                   Be thankful you woke

Spent many years
Searching
But not knowing
What for

Thought that
Happiness was mine
But did not know
Life like love is blind

Saw signs of trouble
With subtle hints
She was colder than
Most fish

Knew it was coming
And had no regrets
As the door closed
Behind her she left

Rethought the future
Went on with life
Searching for new love
To light up the night


Asked friends
And acquaintance
To find
Me a date

I waited for her
At Starbucks for a blind date
And then she arrived
How do I rate

Her porcelain skin
Dark brown eyes
Long dark hair
She caught my eye

Found new love
After a few dates
Now life is fine
New love sublime

Time moving faster
Yesterday I was a boy
       Today almost dust

Mom was working late at night.
The car was not available,
she would walk home.

I was 12 at the time with a paper route,
which took me all around town.

My bike was of a sturdy type.
It had a place for my bag,
which held the papers.

Mother could sit on the rack,
I would give her a ride home,
as she was a tiny thing.

It was late, as I headed to pick up
my mom from work.

The sun was just setting,
as dusk came to the sky
in the summer night.

Mother had to ride side saddle,
due to her skirt.
Off we went to home.

As I rode with great joy
at helping my mom,
I heard whistles and cat calls to my mom.

For a boy of 12 with his mom,
it was time to learn.
Things of life, men and woman.

she's easy to spot,
long dark hair,
eyes like dark
pools of chocolate.

skin with the
softness of silk,
with ruby red lips,
that beg to be touched.

she walks the shore
beside the sea.
stealing all the
beauty there is to see.

As the shadows
grow long and
the days become short.

Winter approaches
as the leaves of color
fall from the trees.

Flowers disappear
as the light of day
fades to shortened time.

Wrapping plants
in blankets
to protect from incoming cold.

Gathering wood
to pile by the hearth
in preparation for a cold stormy night.

In years past, young boys became men early. Women were quiet, demur in their outward image.

Today, watching the actions of so many young men, they seem to have trouble developing into grown men, continuing in their youthful ways. Women have taken on a more commanding roll. Slowly gathering the wealth of the world from the young men who failed to become men. Hopefully in the long term, women will also help bring peace to the world.

I was only 9 years old and I lived in North Vietnam where I was born. My family is Chinese, but work was in Vietnam so my father had moved us there long before I was born. I had 5 brothers and I was next to the youngest, but my younger brother got sick while we were hiding in the mountains to avoid the bombings. He did not go home with us and mother was very sad for a long time.

There was really nothing to do for entertainment. My day was made up of sleeping late in the morning and school in the afternoon. We only had about three classes, which was giving us a very basic education. I had many friends in school and good number of relatives.

My older cousin and I played together often, just spending time together. Over loudspeakers songs of the people were played to encourage hard work and loyalty to the Communist Party. Everything in the country still ran as it had under Uncle **. You never speak bad of Uncle ** or you might not make it until tomorrow.

Since we had so little entertainment we found our own. She and I would go up during the day and sometimes at night to listen to the workers in the factory sing praise of life, progress and Uncle **. Now I was very small, but crime was not a factor and so even with me being so young, my cousin and I were always off on an adventure.

A big event where I lived was a marriage. It was a beautiful event with the bride and groom dressed in wedding clothes. A long high necked dress for the women and the man in his best white dress shirt. I know this because when my cousin and I were out one night we saw a wedding party walking down the street. It was so beautiful and exciting that she and I joined at the end of the procession.

I expect our age helped as we were welcomed to the celebration. Eating candy, cookies and sticky rice, special treats for the wedding party, but a special treat for a poor little girl and her cousin. Both welcomed by the bride and groom.

My cousin and I did this twice that I recall and the songs still resonate within my head of a beautiful moment in time and a break from the bombs dropped almost daily from the sky.

Traveling down
highways, byways,
causeways and boulevards.

I find in reality,
this place,
my mind is a
never-ending maze.

Of spinning wheels
of little boxes,
compartments all.
Stacked quite high.

Well above my eyes,
I look up and see
the flashing light,
reflected off
the cold dark wings.

I envision them to save
some time,
the monkey flight,
on Dorothy's night.

I pay them no mind
like they are bats
after fleas.
To clear the air.

They can be such pest.
Interrupting,
some beautiful thoughts.
As they think of their real intent.

It's time to get in
their face
and make something
quite clear.

When they came here,
it was not my choice,
but I gave in
at first in fear.

Time was short
and I observed
their fate if
I refuse to care.

So in the end,
I give them their due
in a limited space.
And share that space.

As I chase these words.
But if they get in the way
no matter the condition I'm in.
Just kick'im aside.

Cause they only thrive on fear!

A knock on the door
and a package is received
unexpected since it's for me.

Lover from the past
sending a sweet treat to me,
mixed with a bit of love.

Many years ago
my fathers favorite treat
for the holidays to be complete.

Only a box of chocolate drops
that bring tears to my eyes,
as memories of my dad, flood my mind.

A Christmas text
the only choice
to a long lost voice.

Loving her so dear,
a child so missed,
I try to send a Christmas wish.

As sweet words inked
the message link,
I felt proud to share my love of her.

About three lines were on the text
just as I write this down
and I burst in tears,
memories rushing back.

I hope she hears
or reads my words,
and knows my love.

I can take anything
she may bring to me,
cause any pain I feel,
is to not see her.

I have nothing to wish
for Christmas cheer
as the world is in tears.

The only thing I will ask
and wish for you and for me
is peace around the world.

For all humanity.


Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Winter Solstice, ***-hi Day ,Hanukkah , d al-Adha , Kwanzaa.

I am sure I have missed some cultural, ethnic and religious celebrations at this time of year. But the idea I want to express and project is we are all humans no matter what and I wish you all the best and peace and happiness in your present and or future life.

God Bless and Peace Out.