Captivation

you with your captivating eyes
I wonder if they are a disguise
or those eyes are so fair they are no lies
eyes of laying secrets more mysterious than the sea
eyes like poems that are unread
eyes of a lover who's never been understood

do I dare to realize
why eyes so fair are alone in the night
I gaze   I see
eyes of a man reflecting wild wind and a far neighboring tree
eyes of a man uttering 'I want to be love-free'
my dear, do not be
for the love in your eyes is what captivates me 
and the loneliness in your nights is what tempts me
my dear, do not be

we shall fight this roaring wind 
and settle on a tree with our echoing songs until no end
love me and we shall agree

Two Homes

walk here    walk here
see uncivilized people sick of despair
mocking    talking    stealing   walking
paths gardened with garbage and dusty air
avoid the scary indifference of those who weren't raised
and never ask for directions if lost
stay here    stay here
they'll take you some where
nowhere




walk there    walk there
see cars defining privilege and crafted houses of millionaires
take a bridge and gaze at clean sideways with lilies and unique wear
and ask for help if lost
polite people will guide you    not scare
and now start to compare
the difference between here    and there


*A reflection on being caught between two cultures, two homes.

Think Books

Once There Was A War between Three Men in a Boat
eager To Kill a Mockingbird 

they ran Lost
passed A Doll's House
A Room with a View
saw Dirty Pretty Things
saw Polite Lies
saw A Princess Saves Herself in One
with a lack of Sense and Sensibility
they wondered who won

who wins when Things Fall Apart
Emma?
the Woman at Point Zero?
surely not the three who had a depart
but forget women
the men were alone
droaned
in desperate need for carte
moaned
And the Mountains Echoed 

the trio sent Letters Home
each entitled Where My Heart Used to Beat
one sent to Animal Farm
the other to The Mother
and the last to The Pearl

the men wrote Hard Times proposed roads to felicity
times of fighting for The Birds of America
put them down at Wuthering Heights
and what's more
you'll like

Eat Fruits

ain't nothing but destiny
dad
sins ain't greater than God's mercy
dad
nobody told us there'd be days like these
dad
what is this
mystery
misery
memory

in nothing you
did
said
hid
was there any symptom of man's failure
dad
the days had been when your "look forward" meant wait for a surprise
today your "look forward"
only means we'll survive
dad
it ain't nothing but a bad dream
dad
stay with me
let's drive
strive
stay alive

you say "eat fruits"
dad
I know
that's your way of saying I love you
I love you too
dad
don't fall apart
let's have more fruits
let's take our car
let's drive
strive
stay alive
dad
we're born to contrive
until we die

Illusion

I haven’t seen this man

for two years and counting

damn

what counting? the blessing? the stressing?

or the kissing?

he's the only one missing
in war
and hissing

only found in dreams I dream

only not missing in dreams I dream

the soldier

my heart's holder

who sat me on fire
who’s got the power

I slept to the thought of war

I slept to the thought of him with a scar

and what’s more

I woke up to a real sound of an ambulance nearby
predating, anticipating, waiting...

could I contact him? not at all

who said I was hallucinating?

it was all real

all this was real

the man

the war

the car

the scar

all this was a dream
and real