Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Roses

Those roses I always dreamed of
Young me could not buy
only smell in the store
thought will buy a million roses

I grew up
fill me with roses
they are smooth caressing
like smooth skin of a beutiful girl

I meet a girl
Ah, millions of roses fill my heart
few years later
left me with a heart that is so hurt

I still see roses
too many of them
go closer and I see roses spreading
feeling hot turning into lava

Lava coming to me
cry for help
help help help
save my baby

my child deserves good life
nest is broken
straws poking at my belly
getting in his nose

better to lie down in the open
rain washing away all our wounds
roses springing up
and new life begins

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Who needs the past

Who needs to go back to old time
past is haunting
it is daunting
to think past

Present is better
future more beautiful
that's why we read, improvise
to have better future and worse past

Past always haunts
Mother's abuses
Father's neglect
Followed by hazing in the dorm

Classmates who never cared
brother who had only anger
In the downtown alley
Alone I linger

why we go to college
to leave ignorant past behind
to earn and learn and yearn
for a life past could not give

Past is embarrassing, shameful
never lived up to it
that is why we are in present
soon to be in future

Future looks so bright
I can make future
the way I want it
the past could never give

Future beacons me
I can dream, have everything
knowing I will never
I can still have future

Life is beautiful

Life is so beautiful
who wants those shields
those trophies that I never deserved
anyway, I care

Who says I am eighty two years old
three times divorced
mind is pacing forward
life has only begun

I have knowledge
path to vigor
I can share path
to a heaven

All the time I erred

vacillate
and vacillated

never making up my mind
to do or not to do

who says you are not
sucessful if you didn't have
a house or a stable wife
or two kids

who says there is no after life
who says we can't relive our life
take everything in life
to your next life

In twenty years I will be
hundred years old
may be twenty, may be ten
wrapped in gold

For forty years I struggled
What will happen if this happens
or that, never knowing He
controls everything that happens

A thought passes in my mind
at sixty should have asked my son to stay
with me, made a mistake just like today
when I forgot to up the oven temp to 400

My potato was stale
Never got a chance to say hello
to my grand child
just like I could not eat those potatos

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Sanity has returned

Sanity has returned
It left me with you
It crushed me while you gone
It found me with you

Those days were so fun
Those few days
Imagination took over
Filled me with joy in days

Fantasy and fantasy
Took me high high and high
I marry you, tease you
Live so happily

Fantasy getting deeper
In my head
I see a daughter
Looking just like you

Then I fall to earth
Don't see you anywhere
Panic attack
on my body everywhere

Then I realize
You didn't really exist
It was only a thought
A thought now struggle to resist

Few days later
Few pills
My head clears
Sanity returns

Saturday, March 17, 2007

The fallen leaves

The fallen leaves in the fall
pressing against the wall
nobody cares about them
what a shame

Like the hyenas
looking for a meal
following the leopard
looking for a deal

The leaves that gave shadows
the leaves that took heat in the meadows
under them, the e-coli pork I grill
no one is there, I fall ill

Who will look for me
my boss, the sleaze
he can't find me
for I am lying under the breeze

The leaves who starve and change color
embrace death and galore
fall fall fall, on my body
I hug you, since there is nobody

Mother Nature

Why are we so fat
have so much greed
churning mother nature, soil
cutting her body, for oil

five mill year back
it was so lush
five hundred years hence
it will be so hush

In 2160, there is no oil
In 2260, no human, only dry soil


You don't think so?
I don't think so
looking for oil
at least causes so much turmoil

You and I
can live happily
with the squirrel and parrot
Who sing a song of joy so merrily

A Tree

That tree never blooms
Sitting on my backyard
Never laid fruit, only leaves
And cleaning is so hard

Wife says cut it
I said it gives oxygen
Its big green canopy
Takes away my eye strain

It sure older than me
Its family tree stands so high
It seems to tell me
Hey you new guy

They have seen
Death of Neanderthal
We cut and bleed them
They take care of us all

Death not new to them
Honey please spare this one
For if they are killed
We are all done