The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart.....

I have not seen his face,
nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps
from the road before my house.....

But the lamp has not been lit
and I cannot ask him into my house;
I live in the hope of meeting with him;
but this meeting is not yet.  

feeling like a shit
pain is too much and this fucking cold doesnt go away.
i hope i will get rid of this in la.
i am weak and was hopeless but with mom and you around,i wanna keep going and fight this thing.
i hope tests will be ok and i will return sooner.

I must believe there is a tremble
in the peace, an energy in the last hush
that sets the blur of each face apart,
joking about itself between the breaths
of the everlasting song; I must believe
I will reach an hour in the next stage
of my sleep to see an eternal rebinding
of each unfinished, unanswered dream
from this half-waking side — a calm
guided back into night, a centerpoint
in the empyrean balancing an infinity
of dance steps back into what I must believe,
I must believe, of life. It need not be God
or anything too unaware of itself to be
anything but love; but if it is you,
if you are dancing, if it is no dream,
that would be enough.

u're so funny and adorable
how i love thee boo

Above The Clouds

There’s a place where the sun breaks through
And the wind bites cold and hard
Stings my ears and
Tears my eyes
When the day starts to shout out loud

Stand tall
And glide
When you’re all alone in the crowd
Don’t fall
Don’t hide
When you walk above the clouds

When the light is against your face
And your smile is soft and sound
That’s when you tell me all your fears
and all your dreams
So proud

Stand tall
And glide
When you’re all alone in the crowd
Don’t fall
Don’t hide
When you walk above the clouds

I try and tell you
to keep your head upright
Don’t swing your sword and shield against the night
Don’t block your blessings, boy
You don’t have to fight

Stand tall
And glide
When you’re all alone in the crowd
Don’t fall
Don’t hide
When you walk above the clouds

mom is upset,doono over me or because of the situation,
sorry ma

these past few days,pain was killing.
i couldnt move,i couldnt breath and it was the worst time.
suz and her hubby in a friendly gesture told me you should have knows this would happen to you eventually by choosing this life style.
by saying life style its like am wearing gucci or versace!
its not hurting that much now but its upsetting indeed.

you told me this,in one flash when i insisted

it doesn't matter how grey the sky is
or how troubled the river water by your feet
i would look in your eyes....
smell their color and paint with the reflections into them
smell your words.... your voice....
simply grasp your scent into my chest
seize the odor of your flesh and....
as light as the wind, i would embrace your being
your weak body and fly with it to another world
where....
the only scent we inhale is paradise,
or,
heaven.

i dont know if i am hurting u more or myself?

THE WEEPING WILLOW

Flowing was the water
showing in its mirror the willow trees.
The weeping willows in the water were washing their hair!
Striking the willows with their sparkling, bare swords
the red horsemen were running to where the sun sets!
Suddenly
like a bird
as if struck
in the wing
a wounded horseman rolled down from his horse!
He didn't shout,
he did'nt call back those who go along,
he just looked with brimming eyes
at the shining horseshoes of departing riders!

O what a pity!
What a pity for him that
no more he shall lie on the foaming necks of galloping horses,
no more he shall play his sword behind the white armies!

The sounds of the horseshoes fades away slowly,
the horsemen vanish at where the sun sets!

Horsemen horsemen red horsemen,
their horses winged with wind!
Their horses winged with...
Their horses winged...
Their horses...
Horse...

Life has passed like the wind winged horsemen!

The voice of the flowing water ceased.
The shadows shadowed
the colours wiped off.
Black coverings came down
over his blue eyes,
the weeping willows hung down
over his
yellow hair!

Weep not weeping willow
weep not,
in the mirror of the black water clasp not your hands!
clasp not your hands!
weep not!

for you