People make all sorts of decisions for me,
They assume, reason, decide, conclude,
for me, they interfere without
consulting my opinions or emotions,
They believe their wisdom,
and plot my future based on their views,
Does it work?
They don't care!
Do they benefit from such?
They make blank stare,
simply enjoy seeing me in blizzard weather.
...
what's best form me?
I know it better,
Thus, no matter how great your plans are,
I will walk my road, on my own, and go far,
and sing my type of song, like a pop star.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
The Cold By Lance Henson
What remains of summer
is hidden in the memories
of crows.
.
in our sleep their shadows
inherit us
we pass warm ashes
of ourselves.
.
We sit on the cold mountain
among the lonely wolves.
is hidden in the memories
of crows.
.
in our sleep their shadows
inherit us
we pass warm ashes
of ourselves.
.
We sit on the cold mountain
among the lonely wolves.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Haiku on Nature
google.com
we seek external
connection, it's part of life
in nature, period.
.
Love, the lasting theme,
either heals or hurts deeply,
by childish nature.
.
Look around, find comfort,
otherwise, cry for attention,
a baby's nature.
connection, it's part of life
in nature, period.
.
Love, the lasting theme,
either heals or hurts deeply,
by childish nature.
.
Look around, find comfort,
otherwise, cry for attention,
a baby's nature.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Things In Vein, Reality In Pain!
Red Christmas Love =Hong Sheng Dan Ay(a)
Things
just sit and rust,
so you won't trust
enough to the settlement
in things.
.
We are projecting the world with trash,
and how values are coated with cash.
.
We can place men on the moon,
but can we fly high enough
to see the whole picture
and stop our souls from shrinking.
just sit and rust,
so you won't trust
enough to the settlement
in things.
.
We are projecting the world with trash,
and how values are coated with cash.
.
We can place men on the moon,
but can we fly high enough
to see the whole picture
and stop our souls from shrinking.
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