Category: poem

Confession of a vacant mind.

My parents love each other.
It makes things worse.
Growing up watching them,
co-dependent, non-functioning.
I was knocked outta myself.
Thinking I could see things
clearer, without emotions.
"I'm afraid of losing my mind
like my grandma did."
So I left my seat
observing calmly
without knowing
who I am.
Always needing someone
in case I disappear,
in case I get lost
in the formidable maze
that's my vacant mind.

Happiness is a sucker’s game.

Happiness is a sham.
Biologically it helps no one.
Where's the urgency?
Who's the casualty?
I want to ask,
"What's the price
of happiness?"
Sure you can laugh
then you die.
I'd stay quiet
and step aside.
Not a coward
but a wise.
Who says happiness
smells of wine?
It's a sham! Shame! Sham!
Oh, oh, you can tell
I'm having a good time?
Why, it's not a party
but feel free to join.
We are selling happiness.
What a sham!

To My Aborted Sis.

I ain't the victim
though I moan about my mother.
I could had a brother or sis
when my father asked me if
I wanted a younger brother.
I was about eight & selfish.
Told them it's gonna be another
girl, just like me.
Pitched them on the penalties of
Chinese one child policy though
from my desperate plea
you can sense it's a case of jealousy.
Like a baby shark, I acted on my instincts.
In a child's mind, there lied the logic:
all resources are limited:
food, attention, most of all, money.
Boys are gold, I'm jaded.
I had the upper hand.
Now I'm limited.
Human, Inc. Limited.
If I had a brother,
I'd cry on his shoulder.
If I had a sister,
I'd learn to fix her hair.
I'm limited.
I wanted to live.

Confines.

In the confines of a camera lens,
will you be kind or
expose me for what I am?
In the confines.

Things are so predictable,
even the story is foretold.
Everyone's so special.
In the confines,
in the confines.

Whoever I'm gonna meet?
Whomever I'm gonna be?
Oh, the places I get to see.
In the confines.

It's 6am & we call it wrap,
looking for the next gig just the same.
You know we gonna meet again.
In the confines.
In the confines.
In the...

Animal Channel.

Instead of watching actors
I watch chimps & birds.
Instead of arousing some
humanity that I don't have,
I take notes
on animal channel.

"It's not a natural life."
someone says &
they are lying.
At least the animals
don't sell fashion lines
on the animal channel.

Oops, someone got eaten.
Lordie, some babies died.
No matter how you gasp,
you're laughing inside.
It's the circle of life.
("That is so.")
On the animal channel.

Delimitation.

I look for delimitation
to freeze the moment
for close examination
of the quantum fluctuations.
It gives me weird vibrations,
as if it'd known me before,
so I ask it for more,
and it gives me the finger.
Patience is not something
I can afford.
Pushed along these narrow streets,
in & out of consciousness
as the moon sways,
and the sun bakes,
and the dance keeps go
round & round.
I've been silly before,
I will strive even more.
There's no reason, only time.
There's no rhyme, save mine.

Is sexual intercourse an honest Expression?

We make that face, we twitch our legs,
but is sex an honest expression?
Some say it’s the nature’s way,
Someone had to teach the kids the lesson,
but is sexual intercourse an honest expression?
They pick the brightest, or the shyest.
They say, “Hush, hush, don’t fear my penis.”
At the end of the day, they turn away & say,
“Next!”
So, is sex really an honest expression?
I have to say, I’m somewhat jealous.
“What do you mean”, you ask,
“Jealous of the raped?”
Well, yeh, look at where they are now,
also rich & famous, live in the palaces.
Maybe that’s how society function?
No? It’s not the way to treat kids?
Why don’t we ask the honest gents?