She’s gone, never cry
Whose eyes smile, living in peace
Cherishing every moment of my pen
Seems she made me a victor
This reality all over my face
Standing tall
Behind my beautiful friend grave
Soliloquizing pain
Screeching in my heart for years now
Morning sunlight, beaming your name
Early morn dew, steaming like flame
Clouds curled blue, tinged in orange kiss
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss
Beasts of the East, flying with ease
Feasts of geese, heartwarming like bees
Your skin dipped on honey-glazed peas
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss
Afternoon sunlight, your face lit
Winds of open sea, your lips split
Smiling with trees, your scent I miss
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss
T=Tranquility is what I need,
R=Running from this crazy world.
A=A moment of peace and,
Q=Quiet would be heavenly.
U=Uttering only the birds are singing,
I=I enjoy my bright day.
L=Loving the warm morning sun upon my face,
I=In pajamas I drink my hot,
T=Tea with,
Y=Yellow pretty roses on my mug.
A=As my day starts I,
N=Need peace.
D=Down with noise that hurts my body and soul.
P=Peace from the world is what I long for,
E=Energy from love,
A=Along with nature.
C=Calling my heart to be quiet as this,
E=Energizing world takes over.
How it feels, to touch the knowledge
That reveals the magic power
See me fluting in the foliage
Like Henry Rousseau’s Snake Charmer
Though no snake crawls up enticed
While I play El Condor Pasa
That’s for better, I surmised
And the wind blew stronger, gusting
Clouds of the pink and blue
Changed their forms with every second
Then I saw the face of you
Laughing : now you got me beckoned!
As I smiled back to reply
Blue turned grey and pink turned red
Withered leaves spun in the sky
Falling on your flower bed..
Post email setup’s “gold medal” triumph, face to face on screen,
with sister Jay who sagely warned against overt optimism,
Yet within space of five minutes, we chin wagged without a glitch
A FACE AMONGST THE CROWD
A day, I prayed
Never, vowed
A face by chance
Amongst the crowd
Like seed in the winter
Takes bloom in summer
Chance, I found
Pain can still flower
Those memories now
Return at thier pleasure
With hope did I bound
And buried like treasure
I walk up to the mirror, to see myself cry;
There’s plenty of reasons, so don’t ask why.
I can’t even choose which one it really is
I just look at my face, with running tears!!
I’m not kind not humble not soft
I don’t need you to like me
I don’t need you to talk to me
I dont need you to smile
I don’t need you to cry either
Stay alert stay alert stay alert
You wont know who’s in front of you
Until the day comes
you think that I’ll forget everything?
VERY FUNNY
you think that i wont care ?
HAHAHA
You think that I’ll never notice?
STUPID
you think that i’ll stay blind forever ?
COMPLETE BULL
you think that I’ll leave before get to taste you back ? ??
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
STAY ALERT STAY ALERT
He’s always smiling, the damn fool
Sometimes veiled as a new moon
Sometimes bright as the midday sun,
And always right there with me
Right in front or riding my shoulder
Good old Death, so patient and kind
Giving me another day
Waiting for that one last dance
As I work the steps, again and again
Wanting to get it right
This one last time.
What do I see in that face anyway?
All that I have been
And all that I may yet become.
(9/11/26)
And if I wouldn’t see you there
I wouldn’t know the sense
Here comes the meaningless nowhere
Presenting its offence
Aren’t we just names imprinted by
A memory that fades
But then it suddenly revives
And I can see your face
There was a time for us to share
Our garden was in bloom
Then came that letter from nowhere
It flew into your room
It didn’t say the time has come
Though, on the other hand,
I felt that something must be done
But failed to understand
The clocks were chiming rather loud
The wind was blowing high
Last time we talked there was no sound
You sang no lullaby..
We are the darkened sky I keep
I never let us go
The coastal waters become deep
The seagulls fly too low..
Here I am slowing down again
fidgeting with things, tarrying, stalling out
Anything to put off that horrible moment
that near-catastrophic split second
O! I just can’t face the prospect
I can’t face the thought of it
I certainly can’t put it into MERE WORDS!
It’s too devastating to let it happen
So, I won’t. I’ll continue to procrastinate
to put it off forever, though no later…
Ease up, dear reader ~
I just tossed the best book ever into the incinerator
The experience came fast
As streams flooded my soul
I had thought of an encounter coming
But slowly slowly it walked away from my worldview
Time is such a tiny vehicle
Driving life away from plan
I least expected streams to vomit water like a sinking body
The experience came prepared
Forming river links in my soul
Even in my dream
Rivers keep running after me
I could see ornaments coming along too
I lost fishes to the running splash
Fishes i had feed with the sand of life
Life is so vegetative in the pond
And fishes are interspersed among grasses
The experience came wild
Along with rain to share a particular relationship with time
Today
A beautiful sun is set above us
Giving us a flourishing light
As cassava stems
Stand looking gracious
I believe the last face of the sky
Gives hope in abundance
Today is faithful with us
And it's close to the end of everything
One night, I awoke remembering
the end of a dream like a movie trailer
Between shrouds of murky clouds unfolding
I saw the ancient wooden face carved on a totem
Perhaps an anonymous spokesman at death’s door
Perhaps my projection, just my reflection
or a phantom, a disturbing conundrum, I dare not say
I felt a withering mortality at my core
Yet, it contained all my living tree rings within
my years of stories, husky or thin
This shaman totem mask began to slowly speak
At first its mystical verse was somewhat oblique
Then in rich, tranquil tones, in humane inflexions
the face spoke, redolent and subliminal in my thoughts
Breathing deeply, I intuited what I was taught
Some seek refuge in still flower gardens
in stationary reflective pools of quiescence
in glistening golden altars to numina
But these material places are ever-changing
Illumination is the great revelation rearranging
of the consciousness animating all things
Anything but a wall
Blandly expressive!
Of scares, shocks' repugnance misshappened.
Or cracked, derisive.
Gazing out from billions of unique eyes
Your face gives a glimpse of timeless lives
Old man as weathered wisened monk,
Young child full of joy and boundless *****
Each and every one an endless story
Told without record in simple living glory
(8/6/26)
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