If I believe in reincarnation
we will be taking a vacation
in two life times
You will make french toast
and honey lemon tea
for breakfast
to break the spell
of me leaving
I will probably try to read
while nursing a caffeine withdrawal headache
But all these don’t matter
cuz we will have a lifetime
to adjust
until you think
sharing a bubble gum
can be very romantic
#songshare – 大梦
Lyrics English Translation
What to do~
Young children are away from home all year round.
My old mother can’t remember anything anymore,
What to do~
Worrying endlessly, what to do when we get together and break up~
I am sixty-eight and my mother is no longer here.
The second brother got divorced and left the baby to me.
what to do…
He said he would try his best while he was still young.
Maybe there will be something different when you return,
I just want him to be safe,
Too many mistakes keep repeating. What should I do…
I was seventy-eight and suddenly fell,
Lying in the hospital bed, time becomes very long,
what to do…
Facing the unknown, I was as helpless as a child,
In front of my wife, I pretend to be relieved,
Said this is just a small hurdle,
The candle of life is swaying in the wind. What should I do…
Didi-tatah, Didi-tatah, Didi-tatah, Didi-tatah,
Didi da da da didi da da da~
Didi-tatah, Didi-tatah, Didi-tatah, Didi-tatah,
Didi-dah-dah, Didi-dah-dah,
I am eighty-eight and walking in the fields,
I saw a little child crying in the wind,
Spring is shining brightly,
Obsession with the past The past is like a cloud of smoke,
There are so many scenery that no one can see clearly.
How can I achieve perfection if I can’t let go?
If life is just a big dream,
what would you do……
If life is just a big dream,
what would you do……
Scribbly Gum
These are the traces
of our immature effort
before breaking free
into a new world
Retrograde
This is the 7th poem written with Bree Leto. It has always been a joy to write with Bree.
Inspiration erupted
when you crashed into my orbit
I should’ve been glowing
and we should’ve been shining
Instead
We are going backwards
and I am watching myself in retrograde
Shrinking into the dark spot
Tainting the silver moon
I wish
some strings were not pulled
some turns were not taken
I wish
the luminescence of your existence
was enough to light our path
Two hearts aligned
should have beat into
a new song of tomorrow
But as you shift forward
I drift backwards
alone
Once Was
I once was
someone’s love of my life
I once was
someone’s destiny
I once was
someone’s forever home
I once was
someone’s secret life
I once was
someone’s dull ache
I once was
someone’s lousy lover
I once was
real, imaginary or fictional
In the end
I was nothing to them
but a past tense
Less is More
You fill your fantasy
with me with a whip
in that discreet outfit
ready to pleasure you
Marks of excitement
are visible
all over your body
waiting to receive
No pain inflicted
No scream of delight
I stay on the screen
You soak in sweat and seed
Ripper
This is a collaboration with Stephen, thank you for writing with me. If you like reading a good thriller, check out his book Beneath the Surface.
Shadows lurk in dark alleys
Death walks a sturdy stride
No sense of guilt he carries
He feels no need to hide
Precious daughters went astray
Roaming White Chapel streets
Outcast in a city so rich
Devoid of mercy, as he seeks
Saying he wants company
Of a woman so fair
As he pulls out his knife
Into flesh he will tear
They say he’s but a ghost
Out to exact his revenge
The law does their utmost
The crimes never avenged
From Lovers to Passersby
They used to think
they would be forever
written into each other’s poetry
They used to say
they would express
happiness, sadness, fear, anger
in stanzas
But life took them
by surprise
In the end
they expressed disgust
towards each other
in prose
Feeling Like Myself
I feel alive
With salt in my hair
Sand between my toes
Sunburn on my cheeks
I am free
Hidden
I am not ready
For the world to see
My deepest thoughts
About you
I bury them
Between lines of a story
In an ode to nature
Even
Among a bunch of old photos
Fading away faster
Than my memory
Flicker of Thoughts 