Yours

When you whisper mine,
Entwine me in your arms.
Do you know what’s yours?
This, kiss. And I promise for
Many in our future.

Longing lust, every
First and last focus in all
Sweet dreams and songs.
Dusk or dawn in life, the faith
In you till my presence ends.

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My Mindmake Miserable Mask

Unconsciously, my hands craft a beautiful miserable mask.

  Fingertips slip a piece of art to cover a frail heart.

Its shadow encourages a masquerade to believe that a task

  Is beyond bearable because of the external parts.

Time goes by, blinds the significant ask

  That all sadnesses are real or gangs of guards.

To avoid the fear of going in the dark

  Or playing when life has all poor cards.

Consciously, my hands take out the miserable mask

  And start living with beauty of truth and brave heart.

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# A glimpse of Adler’s psychology concept from 嫌われる勇気

Your Love is My Summer Night


Your love’s like a summer night,
Cooling me down from the heat,
Extending my day with your extra light,
Comforting my skin with your breeze.

Sometimes, between us is madness.
You turn air still. My sweats drop like tears.
But looked out at midnight, your darkness’s
Still brighter than any time of the year.

***-******

# Daily Prompt: Darkness

Photo: Hydrenyea under the street light (Kyoto-Shiyakusho-mae, Kyoto)

I love summer night. It’s like I have extra time to play:) It’s feel nice to chirp in the nature at this time. Then, when today daily prompt is darkness, I can only think about something light and cheerful. (Although, normally, I am writing so many dark pieces!)

When Breath Becomes Air

When last breath becomes air approaches,
The priorities of things are declared
And beauties of simple surroundings
Are too intense to bare.

When last breath becomes air’s diagnosed,
Why meaning of life could be chosen
And pursued what is needed most
When bodies are going to loss?

The day that last breath becomes air
Is common we all people share.
Why to wait cancer or disease
Signifies urgency of to care.

If the last breath is tomorrow
Should it be in the life we borrow?
Does it feel shallow or hollow?
Is moment overwhelmed by sorrow?

The second of last air is unknown
Don’t keep love within and alone.
Answer of existence, don’t postpone.
Before life has left only bones.

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# Dedicate for the meaningful piece of art about life of Paul Kalanithi, his memoir “When Breath Becomes Air”. I finished it last night, cried my eyes out. I moaned for the world’s losses about his understanding of life and death, his neurosurgical skill and his compassion towards patients. Imagine how many people he could save if he was alive.

I cannot write a line summary here as  death does not have a pinpoint but it absolutely is a process to feel and understand. However, one thing I can tell from this reading is there is no books can draw the asymtote to the answer for life existence better than a story of a good one who had to be gone away.

The Midyear is Still a Long Way to Go

Wake up in the first of July,
Realize that the first half year had died.
Like jerking in the mid of the air,
Fall upon from now on is nightmares.
A sweat dripping down on surface
Of the heart that panics how to race.
All around, everyone doesn’t care.
They have run so far and get there.

But you can, you can, and you can.
Close your eyes, listen your soul chants.
In the dark, you will hear clear whisper
“This’s so far from being surrender.”
Start now and go to direction
That ignites your alive intentions.
Galvanize this precious six months,
The next toast’s for how far you can run.

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# 50% of this year was already gone. But I hope we all don’t be discouraged by whatever it’s happened in the first half year. It is still a long way to go for 2016. Shall we brush up some hinder resolutions and go for them again?