Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The Writing Woods In Me (Me=Myself=Wo), Clinton= Ke Lin Den





I have been reading
roomful of books,
and have penned down
ocean of words,
on Heaven, earth,
you and me,
life or death.
.
Thoughts drive pass me
like cars on busy
streets, each has a
brand and races with
its unique direction
and impression,
making memories.
.
My pen has filled
papers with mountain
high lines,
some of my work
hop to computer
and speak to
strangers.
.
and I still feel the urge
to let the over-flowing
water run down my fingers.
and I dine
on the very favorite ones.


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Monday, June 10, 2013

If There Is A Scheme by Racho Mirage

 

If there is a scheme,
Perhaps because orchards after the first
rain are too, loving a daydream,
July's night sky glitter with stars,
Further than that, differing
planets rotate in limitless grace,
Halting bitterish friends
from turning off a switch on the flying
subway, with wheels screeching
against the rails,
Clouds blink their eyes
when the light is back
on again.



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