That seems pitiless towards me
To reach the shore of hope
To grasp a vision of mission
To kiss goodbye what’s troubling in my mind
I need courage, perseverance and wit
I dream a dream
That seems pitiless towards me To reach the shore of hope To grasp a vision of mission To kiss goodbye what’s troubling in my mind I need courage, perseverance and wit
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under the clouds
in a breeze yellow leaves dance at a glance of the surround a flash of thought brings back a moment of solitude when vacant mind saw nothing except dismay Wanting to read, tried
Wanting to watch Youtube, tried Wanting to do some singing, tried Wanting to do some music, tried Didn’t feel like doing any of them A split moment of anxiety Passed through me Started singing Started working on music Started to write a poem, so here it is Somehow the anxiety’s gone It’s psychosocial strategy A blue so enchanting
A blue spread out in front Linking the sky With the ocean With land and buildings A blue changes in shades Every moment I hold my breath Watching this blue A blue that fills me up That governs my mind In my memory
A vision of you Stoned, immersed in smoke And nothing else I hate myself As I believe I can’t find Traces of you loving me Now I feel lucky Because you’re gone Out of my path You miserable thief The bud splits open
Turns into a flower Goes through the wheel of life Breaks into darkness of night Then like the moon rises Resurrects into hearts of others It’s getting dark
He drove into the land with tall grass She knew it’s coming She’s frightened Everything was still The air stopped flowing Suddenly the silence was broken She screamed as his body was on over her Rape was only known to her in movies, in news before But now to her The caterpillars kiss my calloused hands
Then fly away After a full cycle of life and death They return in the ordinary way I bend and take them in my hands Enjoying their kisses once again A goose breaks the silence
at the coming footsteps of an intricate beauty in the form of holy trinity. Light and fluffy
A feather floats in the air Gently up Gently down With rhythm With grace Sometimes it glides Sometimes it falls Not stopping Until caught in her hand |
AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |