Standing in between the walls of the abstract
Eyes sliced with the glare of light in
Cruel smokes from stomach ashtray
Entering the imagination gap that still a virgin
And here we stand to watch the theatrical life
That completely dark to be touched by heart
There’s no home for sincerity to survive
We screamed on the equator so hard
It is real, isn’t it?
(a poem for HIV / AIDS Day, December 1)
Gloomy Wednesday morning
It brought long painful shock to be healed
A women humms liric of time song
Voice as that is hard as a river at the mountains though we heard it
Brightly between the loudly afrraid men
once again in this dayi heard your nameand it sucessfully makes my mood swayit just flash my mind backto the days we ever hadto all memories we ever shared
Can you say love to one you do not fall in!?
Can’t you say no to one you fall in?
This is you,
This is me,
This is him, her, and them
This is me
I am me,
To me? You did say it?
I am born and I am dead
each day is my born day
if joyous joyful is full of joy,
how could I become
the joyous joyful joy