31 December, 2017

Poem - Year

A full circle round the sun
three hundred and sixty five
days placed into months
and seasons of joy and life

starts off chilly and cold
February breaks the mold
March ushers in the sun
until July's Autumn

Yet not forget Summer
which springs up after Spring
the flip-side season of winter
Oh what joy it brings!

Basking in the sun
till August leaves turn red
and September winds come
makes the leafmeal bed.

From yellow to orange then red
It ends off white instead
Yet after the stormy snow
The sun will reset aglow.

26 December, 2017

Poem - Unsure

Happiness - not a destination
but journey to it we must
Success all humans' common aim
For this sole reason we self inject pain

Dopamine over dose
An escapade from reality
Oxytocin injected
Relieve the frightful scares

What is morality?
If your poison can be my apple
Why justice why equality
Isn't my body the only I serve?

Yet the guilt of past doings haunts with regret
The joy of gift giving? or the remission of sin
Hari kiri except we don't die
So others life we continue to hurt with our lies

What shall we do O Master
What can we say?
Apologies neither suffice 
Nor is worthy to repay

Life lived well and socially respected
yet society is cruel and the poor neglected
Do the filthy work please oh dear man
So i need not dirty, my clean soft hands.

20 December, 2017

lonEly loVe

Black
With spots of brown
Not all around
Just some found

Dark skies
No stars
Noise heard from the revving of cars-
It’s a long night.

Glass is formed from sand
thud heard when the bottle meets land
Waste on the beach
Ocean just receives

Paper Airplane
Folded with a nice tail
Tries to fly
Flops and fail

The blazing horn
Ships depart
All around, looks of forlorn
Thoughtful sending of hearts

Side character watches
Protagonist love resolves
Antagonist transformed
Remainder remains

Is there no plot
Who shall develop?
No audience for the film
Just gratitude awarded.

Yet job fulfilled
Life must continue
Hope can appear
If the person dare desire.



Post Script: 
I don't know what poem this is. Thoughts overflow like a shower rampant waterfall.
Noise clutters, yet the silence speaks.
You speak to me in words, I reply you with emotions.
Stop hurting, start healing. Healing starts only when one realizes they can be healed, not just that they are injured.

-huangxi