EMBLEMS OF LIGHT

Sledge

2009-02-20T00:23:00.000-08:00

Here, I drew some
of my illusions....

At the first light of a morning break
at a sledge travel road:

I seem to imagine
how seagulls swayed up
their wings
to surf an awesome
sky...
they swayed,
fumbled,
and bended,
in between water's
clime.

It was a heartless embed,
uneventful,
as they sled
on white water rocks
to floor a slide
and swing up
a speed raft show!

Upturning…

They cried a simple
shriek….
all around rehearse;
They felt nothing,
of sort but see
a clear blue sky
winning their hearts.

Mind's illusion...

I decided to travel
back on a sledge
home ward by feet,
and earth swallowed
my every step.

Afar...
the sea seem to listen
an inkling sound
underneath
my feet;
while my mind wanders
an edge of a dream,
unrelenting,
unsatisfying,
which was
pain.

A String Line Show

2008-12-24T20:17:00.000-08:00

In a riverine theatrics,
I witness a rapid flow:

Stream water rumbles a squirt,
in densely dance, a full swing
as this piece
flowed down river
with no sense
of haste.

I saw a tiny thread,
in an omniscient show!
No skit can write
this wonder
an inkling
or so.

But
I saw it tireless
in a gentle water
play.

No eloquence.

But
an underplay
of unknown
wonders!

A beauty.

Yet to me:
a string line
thread
may mean a life
or death
spread.

Sleep

2008-11-14T04:24:00.000-08:00

No sound
as in midnight...
the wind
trembles
while
profusely
dying
a silent
urge to rest.

No feeling
to animate
a carousel
of wing-like blow
from beneath
a stigma
of unknown
consolation

Indeed
silence prevailed
a moment
when everyone
is exhausted
by the day
of metamorphosis.

Wait till
silence
influence
the bubbling
switch anew.

I take a road

2008-09-11T21:52:00.001-07:00

I'm not an actor
but I wear lavish clothes
in luxury.

One day...
I take a road
to search meaning of life
as I walk by;
I try to heal
this broken heart
and see my past dies.

Another day...
I take a road so far
to spend a moment of life
playing as I breathe by;
I see plenty of heart ache cry,
but yes a loser I was
to witness the present die.

Now,
I live as king on my own
wearing sack cloth
and outdate jewelry.

I dwell in a makeshift hut
bind no nails least carton rods;
my light is a fire out
of a streetlamp shadow;
a fair consolation
from a well-off few.

I own no riches of fine gold:
no mansion’s ensign,
no linen clothes.
Yet I’m happy like a beggar,
with freedom
in style.

I took a lonely road

2008-09-11T21:51:00.001-07:00

I'm no-one's personality
but wearing lavish clothes
and bountiful jewelry.

One day...
I took a road alone
to search meaning of life
as I walk by;
I try to mend
this broken feeling
as I reflect, the past die.

Another day...
I took a road alone again
to recuperate from hurting upend
as I breathe by;
I see plenty of hearts loudly cry
in the center of a maze
as I see, the present die.

Now, I'm no-one's dignity
wearing sack clothes
and less jewelry.

I dwell in a makeshift hut
bind no nails least cartoon rods;
my light is a fire out
of a streetlamp shadow;
a fair consolation
from a well-off few.

I own no riches of fine gold,
no mansion's ensign;
but live like a beggar
with freedom
in style.

I'm on a lonely road

2008-09-04T20:48:00.001-07:00

one day…
i’ve taken a road alone
searching…
as i walked by;
trying to mend
unknown feelings
i couldn’t understand.

another day…
i’ve taken a road alone again
searching my soul…
as i wander by;
seeing many wonders
unknown in my being,
i couldn’t understand why.

i’m alone
no identity
no people to love.

i’m dwelling in this makeshift hut
made of cartoon boards with no nails
but plastics overboard.
i saw lights while walking
in these lonely roads,
but trailed them off
again to this wilderness.

all alone
no identity
no people to care.

i saw no lights while seeking
in this lonely road
i’ve chosen to walk by.

i’m a beggar.

Daylight Silence

2008-09-02T03:36:00.000-07:00

Wind stopped, no sound is heard:
trees, flowers, grass and living
just marvel this ominous wonder!
No running away, movement is remote.
Birds fly no wind, wings stagnate
as if a stone impregnate a vacuum.

No breathe, time is suspended.
Everything is motionless,
dark awaits no sunlight fell.
Heaven's ward felt aloof,
no ocean temper between shores:
no seabed display of crystal chores.

Life isn't an alluring wish,
just suspended in two live races.
It comes to naught, frigidly zero
no reason to dwell, time's abhorred.
Wind's bottomless beauty ends,
Yes, a daylight silence mends.

Dark Light

2008-08-25T20:38:00.000-07:00

So dark is the world, light is abomination
Cleave hard to a rock, forget imagination
Walk in faith don’t slumber, slide comprehension
You’ll see angels whine, sparkles like circled clime.

So wide is the world, space is consternation
Trumpets sound a triumph, hear no confirmation
Walk in unity no breather, pile charge, confusion
Feel rumbles in vain air, smells hard in fission.

So uncontainable is dark, light is a grieve miracle
The space is undivided, no need of imagination
But fear is insurmountable, no fountain nor oracle
You touch its water, reality is no configuration.

When will this battle end, good and evil barely mend
No planets, stars, nor galaxies of sort by far to land
No humans, no plants, no trees nor movement at hand
On this dying world, yes, surely a curtain bend!

Angelic Light

2008-08-23T00:33:00.000-07:00

I’m gone, confused.
Things are now rightly blinded.
It occurred last time.
But,
It seems that things are weary;
Surrendering,
Haunting,
Can’t bend over
Nor hold on to it!

I’m gone too, greatly confused.
Many things’ve changed.
It never occurred before.
But,
It seems now it’s lighted;
Omniscient,
Translucent,
I can wear it up.
Well, down if needed.

Smile,
These are your wings.
Come follow me,
We need to fly up
And swing our flaps
Within this omnipotent
Light!

Still confused?

No, not anymore.
I know,
You are near.

Light-shattered vision

2008-08-05T19:53:00.000-07:00

This woman
wander, teasing
the tree,
the wind,
the dawn light…

illumined her shade,
tipped oft by a stick.

Her eyes were shrunk,
heavy, laden,
whitened.

Her hands
were ragged by mud on;
last day’s rainfalls
swarmed
her day.

She vied
her way out
with silent steps emanating,
thence,
left her marks
a wobbled footsteps
buried with her
light-shattered
vision.

But, why
life is so cruel
on others
who’d need her most?

I’ll say no evil,
yet the dawn’s
turning
her darkest
rest!

Let it Go

2007-03-16T02:51:00.001-07:00

(Dedicated to Jamie)

Let go of pain, breathe new space
in your bosom’s widened array
of hope insurmountable
as you let it go.
Let it blow off your bosom
feel the renewing wind!
When you breathe slow,
cherish the intake of air,
as it fills your empty heart
to rewind a new window.
Let go of pain, my friend
give your dreams a chance!
Tho’ others believe it’s not true,
your sky brings out stars,
make the moon be a partner
of your rising rainbow.
Cupid’s arrow has just left
as you’ve scribbled the pain inside!
Believe it to be much rewarding
When you learn to forgive.
Then love again a million deep
like ocean abyss of patience,
When you’ve learned to forget!

A LIGHT WITHIN A PAIN

2007-03-14T04:20:00.000-07:00

Blurring ember of a trackless

slack soothing, quenchless

pounding every chance.

An inch of subtlety to

carry a wound; yielding,

sparkling in mid air

as tiny bits of starlets

drawing the horizon with

piercing balls of fire;

shirking to light

a tremulous substance

in chimerical view.

The howl was like music

proliferating beyond the within;

rewinding, mending, comforting

a replicate concourse of infinity;

resembling a juggling slits,

cursing, winching, drawing

a freshly sliced wound

but the pain was hideously

felt within a censured agony.

Disdained, yes, it may be

but one resolution is yet sublime

to carry on shoulder a demented mind.

No matter what you had been,

bad or good in temporal plane,

to sought justice and mercy in spirit

is your life-long bed of judgment!

A Subtle Verse

2006-10-20T01:29:00.000-07:00

I was groping a wonder thought:
unique, kind, meek and cute.
A name unknown, beauty rehearses,
while embers of twilight find no curse.
Earth, yes I see in bubble's of sort
missing high above its lightened view:
A horizon beyond every imagination,
a subtle being whose life carouse
in every creation, where imagination
spell realities to tag its different world.
Poetry, yes, I believe a subtlety of mind,
as visions or images inscribed in words;
it spills a heart out in gentle water's array,
even anchor hangs in sky clouds swiftly,
t'is little ash grounds of solitary course!
Imagination enthralls a pupil's symphony
with an eye single to a glorified sympathy;
no haste nor hazing laid a wanton way
only a subtle mind can take a long journey.
Oh, light can shave an ambient oracle
of kings and princess dance in ridicule;
soft tyrants, yes, they owe it to their own will,
only a pen can make imagination a drop of well.

A Broken Light Spin

2006-10-06T18:07:00.000-07:00

O man’s tempest hand draw its brutal anger
On the face of a thinner squall, yet a gentle fair,
Up above the sky you’d see a revolting air;
it brought down wrath of nature, no solitary care,
it sprawls that frenzied trees down shore.

A cumber sludge hit that plain spindled ray,
while a melody heated, a whistle of air strife;
While jack swing’s a lullaby, birds sung a cry!
Woe smells in drop of rain, flood the streets alike;
if one wishes, they would fare a loathsome hike.

Oh how tremulous lightning to draw a view,
It spins in heaven, while land survived a straw;
You see cracks of slit where earthworms swell,
Left it all abound scrolling by its mouth’s bell,
Yet, it sparsely mean a life’s eventide spell.

Now their lofty swing hit a flinching loop,
Ignorance is a tool and a pen is abhorred;
yet supplication was their hand’s only hope,
Neither bears a string nor attains a stronghold,
To them bad is good, and good is a malediction.

Slit of Light

2006-10-06T17:20:00.000-07:00

Beyond every canopy of darkness
At every pace of insurmountable pain;
Dodging at even culpable twiddle
Towards a sunlit beam at a window:
A sparkle is worth a hope, a blinker muse.

As you train your mind, skin feel its blush
Lifting every inch of strength, walk a past
Hold on every myrtle, flouncing a winged lust
Oozing a reddened water from off the flesh,
Pain was just a touch of rain in the face.

Walk that little light you see in between
Be brave and temperate, patient and meek
As others lost their own twinkle of light
Just walk on in faith, run when you may
But measure your retained emblem of energy.

Insist when required, say it in simple terms
Smile as you talk, keep your heart in love,
For the world in trouble is full of iniquities
Climb every mountain of despair, rest a pint
Hope the spent endow, a life is a bounty of renew.

This slit of light passing through a small window
Is much greater in value than the darkness’ bow!