Friday, May 11, 2018

Divinity Less







Divinity Less

why do i choose to be obscure or oblique
to gods n geniuses i only seek to speak
why does imagination could uplift me
when in reality, i sink and lay weak

why do i build emblems with my words
when iron or fire is of the mightiest lords
why can i draw Zeus' potency with my pen
and Ares' rage, with feathers of birds

with a wish, i could make the universe reborn
and mold riddles from the simplest morn
out of the dark and desolate reality, i rise
to my unreal dominion unfathomed, unworn

i could watch the storm in a perfect velvet
or feast with a painting's thousand-word banquet
what divinity do i bear in this realm
to be more like a god but less than a poet

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Haiku Loco

The campfires are out
Stars and darkness sets in
Lull my eyes to sleep

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Flowers in yellow
Cling on green summer meadow
Burst into butterflies

I am just yours . . .




In your paradise, i am your stream
crystal clear, just a mirror for your angel face

In your garden, you picked me, your lavender,
in a string, just a day's flowery lace

In your night, i am your silver moon
just a cookie in your vast milky way

I am your toy, just a let-go park balloon

Tuesday, May 01, 2018

The Puzzle












Show me a puzzle now, or show me never
For what's the waiting for, it’s now or never
A cup of tea walks in place, perhaps in air
A cat in boots, perhaps a mouse in wizard’s wear
show me wonders, or hush forever
 
If it’s not the writer, then it’s you the reader
who seeks the puzzle, keener and keener
but missed the clue, passing crystalline clear
For what you read, is not what you see and hear
I show you puzzles, pieces are everywhere