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Updates

Thinking is ever
changing in other
words constantly updated
a plain vanilla
toneless realm
can further
be made over
moreover be
upgraded
a website is
routinely updated
so as it’s no longer
a page so trite
and life is never
endingly being
updated
upgraded
to dilute the
same mundane
insane tedium
everlastingly
updates again
even the slightest scintilla
is great delight.

The world

No matter you are wealthy

welloff or poor

no matter you worry

about clothing or food

no matter you are bright

intelligent or otherwise

no matter you are fit as a fiddle

healthy or disabled

the world belongs

to you

including the warm sunshine

the fresh air

and the charmed century

perhaps

others look down upon you

sneer, ridicule or laugh at you

treat you like a burden

or even abandon

you

do not ever look down on yourself

the world is beautiful

not just because of the flowers

happiness is never just

chasing after fame or fortune

do your best to cultivate

your soul’s acreage

your plot of land

and you will find

that plot of land will grow the fun

the happiness

and the joys of life

use the power within

pursue your inner being

let yourself enjoy the dividends

of this

developed century

with dignity

the world

is a world we decorate

together

everyone is a beautiful tidbit

of the world

even though the world has

the different you and me

but you and me

should not be

seperated from the participation

in the transformation

of the world

the world belongs to us

to me and to you

too.

.

 

Redemption

I’ve been

saving myself

what i’m saying is

all the activities i did

for poetry

are because

my soul chose not to

remain silent

through the ordinary

days

like a demon

that leaps out of the cold

somewhere in the dark night

disturbs my mind

forces the sleep

out of me

brings me

body heat

and some

impulse and passion

loneliness and shouting

imprisoned in thoughts

they carry

the sorrow of an explorer

it’s so awake and resurrected

my ideals and ambitions

like a general

deductive

i mean

every poem i graffiti

every word is

a soldier saving

a teeny tiny me

awakens every inch

of my skin

every swelling

drop of blood

every sound of every

rush of adrenaline.

 

 

Tree

Stars come to me

beauty

starts moving

wind blossoms

imagination beckons

art

enters the heart

time

is the leaves

that fall on our world

there’s a

tree

in our hearts

that keeps it.

Direction

When you’re

confused

go read a book

and you’ll find

every sentence in

the book is

the way

forward

when you’re

confused

go take a walk

until the moment

you’re exhausted

at this moment

the place where

you most want to go

that is

the best

destination.

 

Recall

Dragonfly on the lake

ripples turn into thoughts

dancing shapes on the branches

wind blowing the horn

everything quietly

reminiscent of

bits and pieces of life

there’s no loneliness

in the depths of

the soul.

 

Relearn thyself

Tender green

in the beginning

matures in time

the deep, shallow, thick and light

catalogued on various layers and levels

filling the bookshelf

of spring

any kind of green

contains a detailed introduction

the origin, the survival, the development

of a species

including food, clothing, shelter, love and life

future and dreams

open your own title page in the spring

you’ll find some words old and lost

in a corner of time

some words have gone far

leaving their bodies behind

traveling out in the universe

some words gentle as a kitten

lying on the windowsill

of spring

watching flowers bloom and grow

some words wide awake

sleepless in the night

the chapter on love and life?

i flip through the pages

beyond recognition

the original soul

covered in earthly dust

on flying?

dream and reality contest

in the stormy skies

love interpreting a beautiful myth amidst

a messy life

i don’t really know myself anymore

the ache of every word

is enough to make my blood flow

into a river

words dead

buried in the soil of yesterday

words running

still on the road of life running

words now

have just been born inside the kernel

green

is an angel

conveying the power of spring

blood vessels swell

filled with hearty energy

words resurrected in thoughts

they blossom

into reddish peaches

whitish pears

and enthusiastic begonia

in the spring

i got to know myself again

life is a metabolic process

every new sunrise

is greeting from

a new beginning.

 

 

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