Flying foxes hang replete from the tall trees
dripping in the morning sun. They have sucked
the flesh of mamey sapote, rambutan and mangosteens.
Their dog-like pelts are copper pendants
that seep a dawn drenched dew onto our heads.
The summit of Penang Hill is reserved for the rich
who live above the heat and hustle.
Cool nights favor a fragrant adulatory.
Jia Liu has an 'Uncle' that is not related to her.
When he is away she takes me to the villa
as a tennis partner, and sometimes lover.
After the game we stroll under the bat dribble.
“It’s good for your hair,” she says laughing,
running ahead. I call after her:
“Where do they go in the heat of the day?”
“To the fruit markets in George Town,
“they hang from the rafters.”
Last night I was with her again - a dream.
We were drinking amrita of guava,
our lips smeared with a sweet red thirst.
Flying foxes hang replete from the tall trees
dripping in the morning sun.
They have sucked the flesh
of mamey sapote,
of rambutan and mangosteens.
Their dog-like pelts are copper pendants
that seep a dawn drenched dew onto our heads.
The summit of Penang Hill
is reserved for the rich
who live above the heat and hustle.
Cool nights favor a fragrant adulatory.
Jia Liu has an 'Uncle'
that is not related to her.
When he is away
she takes me to the villa
as a tennis partner,
and sometimes lover.
After the game
we stroll under the bat dribble.
“It’s good for your hair,” she says laughing,
running ahead.
I call after her:
“Where do they go in the heat of the day?”
“To the fruit markets in George Town,
“they hang from the rafters.”
Last night I was with her again-
a dream.
We were drinking amrita of guava,
our lips smeared
with a sweet red thirst
that felt no shame.
She knows
To well
Her country
Irina Ratushinskaya
Its people
He sprouts
The truth
Mohammed Abbou
They don’t want to hear it
Amongst these people
Riad Al-turk
As they do
What evil does
Shirin Ebad
Tape her mouth
Plug her ears
Freedom of mind
Is hers
Hina Jilani
He’s mad
She’s crazy
Liu Xiaobo
See what they made us do
As we had to
Lock him up
Beat her
Assassinate them
Gao Zhisheng
For our safety
So we can continue
Our human rights abuses
Without exposure
Sima Semar
To speak
To think a thousand words
Of lement
Arnold Tsunga
Of lose
Of value
Of respect
Basic human rights
Really
Zainah Anwar
For women
And child
Olara Otunnu
It is all
So clear
To them
Is what
They have in common
Yoani Sanchez
Communion
As with
Percussion
Prison
Endless torture
Francisco Soberon
Starvation
But no
Salvation
Julian Assange
Is it worth it?
It is to him
And her
And them
For there
People
For us
Really
Flying foxes hang replete from the rain trees
dripping in the morning sun.
They have sucked the flesh
of mamey sapote,
of rambutan and mangosteen.
Their dog-like pelts are copper pendants
that dribble a dawn dew onto our heads.
Jia Liu has an Uncle
that is not related to her.
When he is away
she takes me as a tennis partner,
and sometimes lover.
Her uncle owns
the villa.
After the game
we stroll under the large bats.
“It’s good for your hair,” she says laughing,
running ahead.
I call
“Where do they go in the heat of the day?”
“To the fruit markets in George Town,
“they hang from the rafters.”
Last night I was with her again.
A dream.
We were drinking amrita of guava,
our lips smeared
with a sweet red thirst.
China Spies and Lies
Concentration camps in the north
disappearing book sellers in the south
Chinese spies hunt one and all
Army of thieves , worldwide
Zhao Ziyang, where is he?
erased from Chinese history
where is the brave young man
who battled one thousand tanks?
Xu Jiatun, where is he?
erased from Chinese history
truth has no play in China today
only death and propaganda reign
Xi Jinping, crimes against humanity
Lu Shaye, propogandist to the core
Leaders of a revolution long dead
corruption their cause, their only rules
Coal plants and cigarettes
Keep your silences
even you may lose your breath
This is China, spies and lies
Jailed Activists
Ai Weiwei
Bao Tong
Bao Zunxin
Cai Lujun
Chen Pokong
Cheng Jianping
Gao Zhisheng
Guo Quan
He Depu
Hu Jia
Huang Qi
Ilham Tohti
Jiang Lijun
Jiang Rong
Jiang Yanyong
Jiang Yefei
Li Hai
Li Zhi
Liao Yiwu
Liu Di
Liu Xiaobo
Qin Yongmin
Shi Tao
Tan Zuoren
Tang Baiqiao
Wang Bingzhang
Wang Dan
Wang Quanzhang
Wang Xiaoning
Wang Youcai
Wei Jingsheng
Wu Gan
Xu Zhiyong
Yang Jianli
Yuan Hongbing
Yue Xin
Zeng Jinyan
Zhao Changqing
Zhao Lianhai
Johnny Cage... Be enraged
Liu Kang... Look in your knowledge angles
Scorpion... Seek only your personality I opening
Sonya... Shaping omnipotent ye alpha
Sub- Zero... Substituting away from cold emotions
Kano... Knowing volcano
Raiden... Rainbows in divine's energy knowledge
Richard is a wheelchair sprinter,
Also a middle distance competitor,
Who sometimes races along side,
David Weir, so he’s had it hard.
He was born on the 11th November,
In the disco year of 1981, England,
With spina bifida, and trains strong,
At the Harlow Athletic Club busy.
At the BT Paralympic World Cup,
In London in 2012 he won the gold,
And then that same year, Emirates,
Sharjah in the Persian Gulf, T54
Richard, at the close International
Open Athletics Meeting, a bronze.
He’s No. 1 in the UK in his class,
In the 100m, and also in the 200m.
In Grossetto in Italy, in year 2016,
Which held the IPC Europeans,
He collected 3 silvers and 1 gold,
In the 100, 400, 800m, and 200m.
But sadly at Rio he did miss out,
On a medal position, came forth,
When he won a time of 47.17 secs,
Because of wheelchair problems.
He only came short by 0.10 secs,
Came behind China’s Yan Liu,
Tunisia’s Yassine Gharbi quick,
And Holland’s Kenny Weeghel.
He made up much, lots of ground,
On the final bend, he pushed hard,
To finish with his head held high,
And absolutely nothing to regret.
Date: Thu, Oct 22 2015 at 10:02 PM
I'm fighting these "Demons"
They want my soul for a "Reason"
Cause of "Jesus"
The God in me "Breathing"
Cause I came out the Same "Portal"
Of "Satan"
Into a "Metaphorical"
"Incarnation"
So now it's "Mortal" Kombat "Annihilation"
I'm Liu Kang in this "Matrix"
Facing these "Agents"
Zion has "Awakened"
To the forces that's "Preying"
Since my Soul for the "Taking"
I'm the "Oracle" with the "Information"
Giving it amongst the "Forces"
An it's "Importance"
But you'll be "Unfortunate" to "Take" It
I'm "Fortunate" and the "Fortune" of "Embracing" It
It's my "Ordinance" and "Coordinance"
To "Display" It
So my "Coursal" is "Elevating"
My "Illumination"
Using my "Wisdom"
In this "Prison"
An "Make" It
Through the "Mazes"
I'm the Mazerunner with shoes "Flaming"
An "Soars" "Aching"
But my "Core" "Anxious"
From the "Flames" Blazing
I use the "Orbs" to "Roar" with "Determination"
While buzzing one day around Beijing
my two faceted eyes saw something,
a man named Liu Xiabo
thrown in jail like cargo
Nobel Peace prize of no, he was hamstringed.
Fast flew I, to his fine mistresses house
and found the commies had lured his wife out
the press to waylay
on his special day
all the leadership could do was grouse!
Finding my way to Liu Xiabo’s cell,
it seems all free men here, live in hell.
He smiled with kind eyes
said “Ah, life’s the prize!
perhaps, I will arise, who can tell?"
*2010 Nobel Peace Prize Winner for his efforts
in obtaining human rights in China was jailed
by his government.
Maria Liu
Rain,The Story
With the key still in her hand,
She walked through the door.
Wondering,
If she could take much more.
She sat on the couch,
Trying to put every piece in place.
But they all felt so delicate,
As if they were made of lace.
After trying so hard,it was pointless,
Like climbing a high fence.
No matter how much she thought,
I wouldn't make any sense.
Why was it her?
Why did she have to fight them all?
What if she lost?
What would it be like to fall?
But then something clicked,
After all the time spent.
The message to her brain,
Was finally sent.
It wouldn't matter if she fell,
She would do her best.
And maybe one day,
Somebody would finish off the rest.