3 poems.

1.

The artist's responsibility
is following life wherever it may lead.
And to create life outta that humanity
without judging anything.

2.

Never had a morning like this before,
sunbeams gently warm,
illuminating the sanctity of this polarizing world
then lick, sweeten & heal the wound.

Birds belting out the sweet perfume.
They know nothing but the truth of earth.
Give me a moment to reap the reward.
It's moment like this I was waiting for.

3.

Sometimes, it's better not to pluck a chord
and let the silence do the work...

Colors.

I used to let outside colors mingle with mine
results in something I can't quite describe.
It's a blending of the world inside
that from outside may seem mad.
I could walk in air,
live on a patch of dirt
and be content.
The peace shattered,
it wasn't meant to last.
As if I need to prove that
I'm worthy of that kinda love.
And if I know it, remember it,
and want it enough.
What's easy has become so hard.
The real test is coming back to the start.

Piano.

I dreamt I could play the piano.
Melodies, symphonies pouring outta me.
Then I woke up to be dumb & forgetful.
A sufferer of bouts of poetry.
Maybe something still won't flow.
All stops & starts inside my head.
Wishing for the confidence to be whole.
Not quite sure if it will be safe & sane.
I wish I could play the piano.
And sing for the heart-aching souls.
Can't help but reject the sentimental.
"It's not original, all played out & sold."
 What good is a piano made outta wood.
Taunt strings ready to strike sounds hollow.
Still I play the piano with scores old.
Something about them helplessly beautiful.
It's to be played when truly alone.
Someone overhears, it dies & be reborn.
When the keys pressed it's the ultimate quiet.
Under the cover hides thunders & hurricanes.
All the players grudgingly dwelled then left.
Maybe next life I will have the steady hands.

Equation.

I solve you like an equation.
NP-complete just need an equivalence.
Finding the family of known complements.
Adding up the sum of the differentiations.
What's a soul in the grand scheme of things.
However big or small in a fractal dream.
Where the Xs & Ys find their roofs & ceilings.
Watch the pen traces out the local optimal.
Whoever awed by infinite decimals.
Whatever helps to grasp the imaginary.
Still master of null but some odd fellows.

Thanksliving.

I really try hard to grow a heart,
but the road gets narrower & more dark.
Does every life ultimately knows its path?
Why is mine so distant as if lived from afar?
Things I'm wishing for I dare not have.
Dead-end to dead-end though have no regret.
Maybe a life drifted too far from the shore?
Always outside looking in wishing that I had.

Fun and Games.

It's all fun & games till someone burst a blood vessel,
or the sandstorm steals the apocalyptic show,
or the brain simply throws away the control
then maybe we will be on the same level.
Mindfulness, calmness & progress meaningful,
no place for reflection or the contract is null.
Feel something? "Oops, quick, change the channel!"
More ways to hell than there's God's people.
Vices, crisis, which ever the wind blows.
The most apt to disasters are the most successful.
It's all fun & games, just get at the table.
Just one shot & you're the shit & it's all so natural.

Commitment.

Oh, commitment. Oh, commitment.
Won't you give me another chance
to wait & see how the other opportunities
play out? Since I can't make up my mind
where to spend my precious energy?
Won't you agree the issue lies
in all the things they taught me.
Oh, commitment.
You're the fire, I am but paper,
it won't be long till you wear me through.
But maybe I will cast a pretty glow?
What do you think?

On the Watch Tower.

Those on the Watch Tower,
what do you see?
Will there be merry weather
or dark clouds gathering.
Do you see the fire
from the vengeful past?
Will you sound the alarm?
Or gather up & flee?
Oh, those on the Watch Tower,
what fate brought you there?
Have you someone you're minding?
Or are you alone always?
When the sky turns black,
do you kneel down & pray?
Have the stars shown you the way?
Do you enjoy watching the slaves?
The Watch Tower, thick & tall,
built on unknown graves.
Those on the Watch Tower,
do you shiver? So close to the Heavens,
hearing destiny's whispers?

Order & safety.

Order & safety.
That's what my library gives me.
They record my name for a fee
and they have what I need.
Order & safety.
All the librarians have PhDs,
so they know what "Shhhh" means,
and they serve you with humanity.
I wish I can live there
among the books & DVDs.
Just archive me alphabetically,
I know I will be in good company.
Order and safety.
My books are past due.
It's OK I will visit soon
whenever I need a hit.
Order & safety.
Order & safety!
ORDER & SAFETY!!