If


Who’ll need a gun if
We can turn an enemy into a friend
Whence the enemy can turn a friend into its man?

Who’d need a friend if
There was no enemy but freedom only?

Who’d need freedom if
There are guns everyone respects?

Who’d need respect if
Everyone was just an enemy?

Who’d need an enemy if
All friends could guarantee to last?

Who’d need to last if
Life was just perfect?

Why need perfection if
Regret was never heard of?

Would there be any regret if
There was no gun,
No enemy, no friend and no freedom? 

Hers


Like raining clouds
Like mirage in cool air, sound of flapping leaves
In tired breeze
Like sand grains in galactic storm
Like day going into dark, the universe taken a break,

A dancing wavelet of sea disappeared!  

A smile that penetrated my heart!

Try
Searching for the answers
The darkest matters
In the bluest heaven

Nothing is mine
In this space an’ time

Hairs becoming paler
Coming from craving memories
Wasting sighs
Faith in fossilized love

I might escape, life, littered
  
Aim and failure as predicted bets
Coins jingle as spinin’ fast
A tiny heart keeps pumpin’ blood through polarized ice

Hydrothermal force in my super-volcanic skull,
Nonstop eruption of random errs
Being lost in desire for becoming…

Deserts might become green sooner
Just like a little stream into a river
Mt. Everest aflame in Bushfire

Blown away butterflies
Time falling through my fingers

Poetic Words


No mendacity in these poetic words!

Great gulls swallow great shares; pigeons live for a better future!

Flowers drift down a river, head resolute
However tall a fall is – its crushing course may grind them into liquid;

Flowers can become aromatic molecules
No matter how insignificant
Among the leaves decayed
Nothing’s here forever to stay
An’ found no reason – to be missed an’ longed for...

Or maybe one day,
Deposition will fill the sea
Ocean will become so shallow
Everyone may cross it on feet
On the healthy silt that inspirits every seed
Toward nutritious vision in the fruitful landscape;

Farms are planted upon the silt they received
Where weak is the meander far from the peaks of chaos:
Tide an’ Torrent devoted to erosion;

Thought and dream flowing into a titillating stream modestly,
May them be weaved into a deft delta
Triangular and diamond as poetic words!

The sun should remind the quicksand an’ immature soil
How nothing stops in the same space an’ time;
The whole universe flies through the infinite obscurity;

                        2.
Reality is just ‘life & death’
Poets hate war, given life to the truth
Soldiers hate indecision, given life to the people
Let some leaders decide what to do,
Given life to YOU;
But they may fool!

Depends on the mood at the time you read, poems may appear good or bad – meaning your mood changes the poem you read. But good poems can change your mood and idea for a moment. Great poems could change your view of life forever.

 James Shirley
William Blake

[Get some chips and feed the gulls and pigeons together and find out. It’s not a socialist motto. There are intellectual gulls.] 


Show Me the Way, Please


Just show me the way
To the star at the centre
Of The Milky Way
Where all my knowledge can be turned
Into wisdom one day;

Toward a galaxy swaying its tail
Paddling toward the centre of the universe
The eyes of life watching from there at the progress of love
In the heart of feeling
In the eyes of beholders like us
At a distance from downtown paradise
Where the birds of heaven build their nests;

Let’s go! Would you?
A stony road rougher than the rings of Satan
Yet gods of love raced their chariots there
Till their hearts broken
Under the wheels of goddesses
Silence is the music of mornings
Time snows there into ice beds
All crystallized lovers calmly shine in starlight
Along the horizons;
The space is vast!

Through those scenes
Along the lines of golden trees forming the roof of paradise
An’ the statues of the greatest days an’ the sweetest nights,
The light from life radiating;
No! That’s not my destination!
No!

Old – hated to be old
Go brakeless to the goal Death
Death – hated to be dead
A coffin per tree
Decoration – but not decorating the Death in black robe
For his total score;

Celebrating the meanings of death
I worship my own religion
I live my own beliefs an’ delusions!
Death – a needed function at all in the evolutionary Process?!
Did the Almighty consider:
There must be death just before a man grows wisdom?!
 There must be sadness just before lovers understand each other?
Fossilised dilemmas thawed & reincarnated
Filled a head fooled

Love, full moon evening!
If you and me
To last forever, not just the sad memory;
Though not lasting forever both of us,
The universe staying here to weep
An’ the earth will keep
Some of the vapours of our fleshes
Both in the air an’ oceans!
The rivers of life will keep flowing
An’ the springs of love too!

Sort of -
Dancing water in active volcanic lake
Geothermal not receding
For now, wisdom can only keep the lid open
Pressure zero-sum? yet to fix the fire
Desire is blind
A clam dealing with diamonds as sharp edges cut
A heart that harbours love!

Is that flesh being longed for?
Or is it the skin on which beauty resides?
Who are you beautiful to have occupied a heart?
Do you know what I am as a living man?
Whoever damned to be with the same destination o’ life is more than extraordinary?
I live with my delusion!
I go with my head forwarded to this direction!
Wherever a centrifugal wind changes, may I change too?
I guess the fragrance coming from you!

In the growing toughness o’ world 
Need the lifespan o’ two hundred years
To fulfil, to satisfy;
Compensating the longer struggles
Need to love more  
Wish I die before everyone yet
Selfishly!

Wisdom is found in silence
So is sadness
So is me, imbalance

Show me the way to the summit  
In the centre of existence
Where my wisdom can be turned into freedom
From agonies
Intrigue an’ intricacy, infinities

LOVE

Love­ –   
A noiseless stream flowing
To a rose tree;
From Himalayas, a breeze’s passed the fragrances to me;
An anthem sang by the birds on migratory routes
Mantras an’ spells that can lift a sleeping cobra’s heads
The energy that draws life into the plants
In the faraway evergreen;
Dreams around the horizon
The train leaving the stations with no passengers

Life –
Satan’s halos hovering nicely
Debris from a broken moon
A melon rolling down the hill
93 million miles away from the sun
The centre of a universe at night
Stars are indeed the giants of choirs;
Being lost in explosions
A memoire...

Feeling the earth
Hearing the splashing water
Partying river fishes
Reddish sun pouring its evening wine
The 1970s
The silence moves of the shoots
The constant growing grass
The pressure of blood in veins pushing the brain to wake up

Woke up in
The chamber of life – open to the sky
The clouds that never rain
A hurricane that never toys
The sigh under the blue
The domination of the past and the future
At the present
The cooling-down wishes
A slogging crab on its sidewalk

Plight –
Rising sun in the misty morning
Stinging bees in generosity
The surprise movements;
Weather-fed feathers soaked in the winter evenings
An Old king still fishing 

 

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????..                                        Mysterious the Earth is
????..                                       Anonymous Ghost writer in the dark
????..                                       A splendour gaze at life fantasy
????..                                        Fish swim against the currents
????..                                        Streams of songs and plays
????..                                        Thriller fills the gap between two dancers
????..                                        Romantic flow
????..                                        A show at every spring splicing the chapters

????..                                        Grains of dust dissolved in the air
????..                                        Grains of vapour disappeared in ocean
????..                                       They might be recovered
????..                                        But gone a form they made together
????..                                        Once gone, it’s forever

????..                                        The thinkers o’ earth
????..                                        Who knows everything but fiction?
????..                                        Autobiographies kissing
????..                                        Goodbyes!

????..                                        The authors were inspired
????..                                       By the authors who were inspired
????..                                       By the authors who were ..                                      .
????..                                       Lost memory never recovered actually
????..                                       Although the universe keeps it safely!

????..                                       Up to the summit of wishes an’ wills
????..                                       A well for everyone may drink from
????..                                       Reflecting the forms they’ve taken as look
????..                                       Memory book authors missing

????..                                       Five senses and the sixth
????..                                       To experience the world with;
????..                                       A thinker needs a battle before struggling in his brain
????..                                       A train load of bubbles to frontier
????..                                       Fiery hisses in causality
????..                                       Known what’s supposed to be
????..                                       Casualty self defeated 
????..                                       Philosophy an’ prospect
????..                                       Fictitious reality in the spotlight
????..                                        Snail pace for snail speed  

Yet too fast to follow

????..                                       Round after round around the earth
????..                                       The rolling balls an’ leaky ink
????..                                       Sprinkling on the pages nobody ever read
????..                                       Red with blood that never dries
????..                                       Sages wash their dirty hearts in the hailstorm
????..                                       Converted to the truth in horror an’ sanity
????..                                       In the watch of invisible deities an’ ghosts
????..                                       Frozen identities
????..                                        Recrudescence spartan
????..                                        Mystique the energy

Proud and angry

????..                                       Daemons in the salt  
????..                                       Head of the cult of taste
????..                                       Here in the world of craving mess
????..                                       Keeps rolling the stone to the summit
????..                                       Historic landmarks flagged
????..                                       In the hearts

????..                                       Glaciers flowing downhill
????..                                       Against the wills
????..                                       Time may be too slow to reach the success
????..                                       Maybe too fast left the one in regret
????..                                       Perhaps the last day never comes
????..                                       Although no day ever lasted

..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      ..                                      

The Last Soldier


Worn, torn and wan
A very old ghost an’ colourless banner
At the frontier final battle
At the lowest contour
The last soldier died as sacrificing
Toward the destiny left in the past long long time ago
The only remaining ghost holding the ground
In the frozen memory
Half eternity
A tiny boat
In the ocean solid icy face
Kissed by the breezes don’t even lift long eyelashes
Wearing crystal ice
Gazing the sky
Longing for sunshine
Couldn’t find its way
Failed amid the Space
Fasting infinity;
frozen_universe
Sealed inside the eyeballs, trapped dreams
Waiting to fly
Fractured bony wings
A fake messenger being
In light speed
Greets from a distance
Leaves a sentence of message
Psycho-waves
Face to face with the medallions 

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Vijja vs Avijja - Battle in the Great River


Dwells in no past, no future
No thought from these unreal times;
Dwell at this very moment
The Present the actual Nibbanna;

Vedana is namma -
The teaching of the Buddha;
By recognizing each sensation as namma,
No greed arisen
Self and pride forsaken;

Tranquillity established!

Just know namma
Whenever vedana appears
That’s the shortest path
To the deathless realm of the Ariyas!




Inspired by TheInnGu Sayataw
See Ä€yatana: 

  1. eye, or visual organ and visible object
  2. ear, or auditory organ and sound, or audible object
  3. nose, or olfactory organ and odour, or olfactive object
  4. tongue, or gustatory organ and taste, or gustative object
  5. body, or tactile organ and body-contact, or tactile object
  6. mind-base, or consciousness and idea or mental-object


Depiction


Blocking the view
In front of this window
Still one of the best
A rich fruiting lemon plant;

Green ones,
Yellow ones,
Fallen ones on the ground
  
And on the highest the rotten one
Exposed to the sun,
Minimum shade of leaves;
Yet to stay, not falling
Promising to dry on the plant
With all reasons!

Any attempt to bring it down is treason

Leaves scattered
Rather dry on the grass

Fruits like us scattered
Fallen on the ground
Just to become part of the plant again

Buying gravity - nobody can?
Demons that love climbing;

Buying gravity, yes, he is! 








With the Force of the Earth


Life is just a flow
Live and grow;
It’s just a go
Reach a goal just to get to another;
May be swift or slow
Learn and keep flowing;




No, better hate no one!
No, mustn’t hate anyone!
No, cannot hate anyone!
If earth were under control,
Would there be no change!
Every land is filled with blood
For war and for peace;

Space is filled with just waves at unease
The universe is life an’ death time machine;

If there’s no freedom,
Find life’s rhythm in silence;
Dignity stolen
But honour unforgotten;
To give the martyrs the deserved places;
Soon opportunity will come!

With Moon’s force,
Even when the tide resists an’ swells
A river flows only its direction
With the force of Earth!

No problem to grow in shade an’ shadow
In the forest filled with histories
Of Trees those were tall an’ great
Those made the forest
An’ tall an’ great everywhere
Rejuvenation rejoicing
An’ rekindling flames glow the night sky
Along the river of time
Upon the layers of ashes
Recorded memories in the fragrances


Was Only A Bus Stop


Attempted to put youths together
The river couldn’t fill its water
Over its dried bed; summer or rain!

Time couldn't just stop there
So many years passed, too swift;
Wish we were at a whirlpool
Then we would never need going separate ways
Where youth never grow old
Where life be neither slow nor fast

But was only a bus stop
Even that bus no longer running!
Still that route exists?  
Along it, should keep travelin’ together
Many years, many times
With compassionate love
Let us forgive each other
Let us hold together
Let the dream flowing forever
If such dream ever made of hope!

Was your name, Jennie, Pookie?
Was it Tanya, just a river?
These rivers lost somewhere?
Never got to the ocean, nowhere!
Might this river keep on flowin’ the same direction,
Longin’ for lovers to come an’ swim,
With solicitous solstice

Let the river
Gazin’ at the youths holding
The short last meeting o’ theirs

Couldn’t say a word
Lost in your beauty, now memory
Just a man with worry, I am!
Looking across the river, the other shore
Invisible in the mist winter more


Just a man (lyric) - http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/los_lobos/just_a_man.html 

SOMETIMES



Sometimes you have to bring its King alone
Exposed and trapped - Checkmated ...
Don’t even let its Queen make a move once
Enclosed and setback – Negotiated ...

No Heroes born twice
You make your moves with the best choice
And there you’ll recognize how a history
Cannot be written for good otherwise...







Despite repairsCourtyard 7, previously owned by a high-ranking minister in the late QingDynasty (1644-1911), is a well-preserved example of traditional Chinese architecture.
(China Daily 02/03/2012 page11)

Fleeting Flame of the Empty



A flat surface
Painted with gaze
Seeing the waves of life
Mirage face
With a dose of graceful look

Maze of night
So bright showing the way;
With rushing glide  
Jumped into the day;
Lost in front of the sun
So just run and run to cover
Far distance to forever

Being bright doesn’t mean
To enjoy life;
By choice or being conditioned-  
In relation with
The law
Well, not so bright at all here
The dwindling light comes from
... infinity...
Twinkling sight burns on
... infinitely...

Colourful beauty
Chasing for beauty right beside the only reality
That’s reached  

So wide is the space
No faces it has to be gazed
Empty, completely sterile reality  
Essential existence it is
Incalculable ignorance to live in
Ever more events recurring;
A thought in erring stride
Chasing for a moment of being absolutely right 

T!ck-T♥ck


Forgotten
The poor rhyme is forgotten
Dream
The poor dream is forgotten
Wired
The poor dream is wired
Can’t be forgotten forever...
Love
This love rafting in the river
Of rhyme

Love’s a cat
In the sack calm and worried
Love’s a puppy
Put into the sack and rain
At times the clouds in the sky
Change...
Miss
At times love’s noticed
Love’s missed

Falling back as rain
Trapped underground
In the rock, a dream, faraway from volcanic vents!
Melt this fossilized pain!
To fly as cloud again, to flow as a stream

Love
Being in
The tick-tock of a clock
Needing new batteries
Tick might be met by its tock

(In hurry?)

In centuries* 

Blue Monday

Blue Monday1 flew away
When she said ‘Hey!’ in sweetest way
The greeting of the day!
A fail pleasure of mine...

Whilst the richest getting richer
I’m just looking for a work not even a career
What am I supposed to occupy?!

I’m not a rare species
Only not from the majority
I share a global identity...

Ms Chen said ‘she didn’t do anything special!’2&3
But she did a something special
What failed by the majority...

Should I be so sad for a cruise4 grounded
With the captain with Italian politician’s mindset?
Yes, No!
Not beyond for the lives lost in cold! 


  1. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/jobs/9017631/Blue-Monday-is-most-depressing-day-of-the-year-research-claims.html
  2. http://www.chinasmack.com/2011/videos/2-year-old-chinese-girl-ran-over-by-van-ignored-by-18-bystanders.html
  3. http://english.peopledaily.com.cn/90882/7706706.html
  4. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-16576979