Who is China?
Why does China speak to me?
How does China come to my dreams?
Who are all those people, all those
Chinese souls,
who visit me when my eyes are closed?
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Chinese souls:
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it was as though
we had been summoned

and there we stood
in a gaze

holding the stage
softly stood upon

we danced away
a messenger arrived
one of a thousand languages

i found myself
speaking with
a fiery spirit

enter silence

if i could,
i would
write a poem or a song
about you every day,
place a flower in your hair,
say all the things i wish to say.

but,
i have nothing more than
empty hands
and hollow sighs,
yet my heart does sing
certain songs of you,
though most are kept hidden deep inside.

Music and flower:
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I held the music down with everything I had
Tried to contain it in my soul
Still those notes wandered out winding round
Every piece of me
They could hold

Tried hard not to listen to that which I love
Walked down a path, new to me
Still my first love, I kept, within my heart so dear
To my roots, I held on
Helplessly

I cannot hold the music down, no matter how I try
Music,  is in the soul of me
My very essence is controlled by a melody
I sing, each time
I breathe

Lyrical expression flows through my veins
Music dances in my poetry
Harmony will be found one day when I sing
The words, I write
And breathe

In my dreams, I hold you close
Kiss your lips, forevermore
You are mine, for eternity
In my dreams
You, never leave

In my dreams, the world is light
The sun comes up
There is no night

We dance until
We can no more
Holding on
Forevermore

In my dreams, I hold you close
Never looking at the door
You are mine, for eternity
‘Cause, in my dreams
You, never leave

Now I could dream forevermore
Never walking out my door
Hold you close
To me once more
But I don’t believe
That is what love’s for

I think I’ll sleep and dream of you
Hold you there
When I want to
When I’m awake, I will think of you
Until I can hold you
With you knowing too

I found hidden passages and crept inside to see
Secrets held underneath golden wings
Ultrasonic waves drifted inexplicably into me
My blinded eyes were opened
As my ears began
To ring

I saw faces unknown to anyone within my bounds
With thunderbolts in their eyes
Chanting words of wisdom, I thought unfound
Commanding all of my attention
As their lightening
Made me sigh

I shook my head in disbelief, as tears began to fall
Upon a face, I thought I knew as mine
Denial shook my soul as wisdom was installed
Every feature of my face
I could no longer
See to be defined

My curiosity has taken me to this hidden place
Beyond, my depth of belief
I stand with confusion written on a face
Unrecognizable as my own
From which
I cannot find relief

Rang 45 minutes ago for pain reliever.
nurse just came i and told me:
"Sorry, pharmacy says we're out."

and then walked away.

Yay, me.

Satin-textured shamrock flower,
whose eyes chrome the seas
of the faded cushioned theatre seats,
with their sparkling, piercing power--
You,
saunter sprightly up and down,
lyrical laughter over-bounds,
in quick-timing
to the taste
of your Irish school-girl ways.

We take time enough to see,
those livid, lush-red cheeks,
(ripe, rose-blushed every time
as you savour sweet the wine)
that sanctifies
your softly senses,
sans pretenses,
whereon your wings of
wonder float and fly.

Scented, tactile spirit-showers,
all the joy we need,
as the stage-light's haunting beam,
Sheers the magic of this hour--
You,
lightly lift us off the ground,
set us oh, so softly down
upon those rhyming wisps of air
that caress your auburn hair.

Now, I, a poor poet,
upon this paper
play
pleasing poetics of your praise,
whilst the ink upon these lines,
dries far faster than the tears
falling
from my wistful, yearning eyes
in exaltation of
your Wings of Wonder Ways.

Just gimme a call,
we'll do coffee
at that shop in the mall.

I have lotsa time,
minutes to spare,
my cellular plan is fine,
not that you really care.

Just gimme a ringie,
I downloaded a tone,
we can have some coffee-
beats sitting around all alone.

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Coffee and cell:
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The scene:
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Here, in the meadow,
we as children,
(even me)
romp and frolic,
in happy dreams.

Care free, here,
all of us together,
jumping and playing
in the wildflowers,
weeds and sprigs of heather.

Ethereally, I ponder,
(the only way i can)
these sweetest of wishes,
these most daring of dreams,
here inside my heart of good-bye kisses.

It's all that's left,
(of me, you see)
just such brief snapshots,
of sweet wishes lost,
and daring dreams soon to be
forgot...

We scream
for ice-cream,
crunchy cones crisp,
cream and sauce drips down your wrists,
those sweet calories latching to your hips,
but, 'who cares?' you state, licking your lips,
we scream
for ice-cream,
                             drip,

                                       drippy,
d
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p


s.
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Drools:
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this is all that's left
of me,
now plucked and wilting,
all alone,
dwindling silent agony.

me-
http://beautyineverything.com/4514571668

Together, you and I have been through,
More than I would ever like to admit to.
I haven't forgotten seventh grade, the gun,
Held to my head as some type of "fun,"
The look of horror in my youthful eyes,
As you swore it was just a sickening surprise.
I wish that was the only time you had,
Almost ended my life, without feeling bad.
But no, let's not forget the hood of your car,
As you sped down the road towards the bar,
And as I screamed, you slammed on the breaks,
I flew off, later having to patch up the scrapes.

And now people wonder if I'm blind, deaf, or dumb.
There are no answers to give, I'm simply numb.
How can we still be friends? They ask.
Well I have to tell you, it's no easy task,
But I know a side to you that no one's ever seen.
I know why you are so afraid of your dreams,
Your life of solitude and constant insomnia,
Those lonely weeks you spent in California.
I know it all baby, I've always paid attention,
But you're a monster now, or so they mention.
So I have no choice, I need know,
I ask you in a low tone, cold and slow,

Where are we going? I could never really tell,
You respond darkly. **If we're lucky? Straight to hell.