Endowed on High Bark Pedestals
Endowed on high bark pedestals, Emerald leaves of sparkling days Govern volumes of trembling grass. With last autumn memorable, Our Mother urged infant leaves the day Her menstruation, built of wrath, will crash. Funny, how pleas are forgettable When they deny their declining stay And forbid the starved grass the sun’s path. Barely the blind leaves see plentiful The bloody leaves shattered that...
“You say you can vanquish my darkest memories so near. Thus I shall tell my tale only for you to hear. These memories, which cloud like swarming startled bees, Give birth to grotesque midnight miseries I see. Every night I never miss Her face of freakish pale Eliciting a haunting smirk of bliss; Carved by the citizens of Satan’s jail. Her bulged eyes yearn of a sickening tale to tell...
I’m so sorry, my friend. So sorry I keep fading, Fading away from you; Leaving myself colorless In our color book. I have left you nothing But a ghost — A ghost, in your memory, of a friend Deceased. I’m sorry I couldn’t hold on to you. That’s because… Because…I need time, Time to sand off those restricting rocks. Time to liberate, Liberate myself from...
Let It Be Known
Look beyond my Oriental lineage; Beyond the yellow complexion That governs my brothers’ perception Of my American heritage – The true heritage my brothers have failed And still fail to see. What they cannot comprehend is this – Fused with my dragon spirit is A bald eagle that soars in my heart – The American pride that burns and radiates In camaraderie with my brothers As we admire our...
Riding the Road
It always has been and forever will be That lovely short roads that “never” grew old Would eventually mold for us to venture unseen roads Unfolded by the heavens for us to see. But - That lovely short road that never grew old Had the twigs, trees, and leaves positioned In such a way that I could sail, conditioned, Through the blissful path; never wanting to ever mold.