Best Kwan Poems
"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower eyes
~SIDE-NOTE:
I reply, "NOW." (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really,
often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one...
she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone
tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above
erect
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine
be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS....
how?
she knows
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
from there
we never looked back
~JSLaM
A single seed can turn into a forest.
A single heart can transform a nation.
To be brave is jai ka.
To be generous is jai kwan.
To test the body, climb a mountain.
To test the soul, meet another.
To find happiness, meet as strangers,
But don't stay that way.
With a sabaidee, greet the days, one by one.
With a khop jai and a smile, do what you can
To change worlds, even one inch, one hand at a time.
That is the path of the jai,
Human and forever growing.
Calling to the world from within my four walls
Is not my cup of tea
Maybe beer.
The humming birds die due to cellphone frequencies
I have decided to quit talking
Scavenging on littered words
Had never been my kwan
The truce of dexterity
Had been dipped into the labyrinth of blood, love and despair
My mind is treading on the cloud of nothingness
I seek for the time portal
Squatted down to have a better look at the world
From within the four walls.
I lay back on my once-fluffy pillow
Dream the memories
The cranking of the door is defeaning
Soundproof, I had lived
Mute is good,
Afterall, what is more important for the tongue..
To talk?
To taste?
To kiss....?
The long hours like a deathly hallow
Purge my soul
Like the Devil's dandelion
I flutter in the still, stale air
As, I wait
From within my four walls.
"We must treat with love those whom God has placed in our path"
--Linda Hunt, as Billy Kwan
"And, so it begins..."
says Linda Hunt, an actress
playing a man who is also
a dwarf in "The Year of Living
Dangerously", not leaping
tall buildings in a single
bound, just a miniature
'man for all seasons'
thrown from a window
for political reasons.
Blood and gore on a Jakarta
street is not a neat
resolution in this shadow-
play we call life. Shadows
are cast when choices
appear -- to honor, (or not
out of fear it costs dear).
What price sacrifice? If
you have no handle, no clue,
no buzz-- intone the name
of the one who does: Billy
Kwan, Billy Kwan... then
blow out your candle.
Excuse the writing I wear on my shoes and
the patches i wear on my clothes.
The long shirts I wear that hang to my waist
with my animated hair from the shows.
The rips showing my brown skin,
seeking goddess Kwan-yin.
"I am beauty".