I cut nerves longer than mine
rooted out ancestry, standing erect for which I pine.

Bong tokeage ; <3.

I wrote this poem this morning after reading a post on face book about being against domestic violence and mental abuse. Somebody had commented that that was how real men roll. It made me realize what was really going on here in my life. And that it will always be like this.

Gathering clouds assailing
life’s blue sky….

A poem on emptiness.

Everything isn’t black or white.

You get what you dish out!

I was awoke by the sweet song of oriental magpie robin at early dawn.The weather was very pleasant.Spring breeze was washing away my fatigue.I peeped out from my window of fourth floor apartment.The light darkness and haze conspired together to make a lovely scene.The song of magpie robin was transformed into a chorus.I felt that the lovely bird was the harbinger of dawn.

I should not have trusted you.

A Good poem to read aloud.