August 25, 2012

The Old Iris

From Home ... 
The dust of those who have gone before us
The empty houses of our beloved ones
The only cloud on the blue sky
I call from home.

Trees of our home, and the old builders 
that only build the land for 20 years
Expected the youth would be with them!

Wisdom of our grandfather
Planting on our earth

I'm the rock that shamelessly 
forgot where his roots are. 

Back Home
Where my neighbours still visits me
Pure like Lily, or more like the white cloud 
The days will come and the sun is right behind me.

Home, I call
I'm right behind that door
And the old Iris is with me.

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August 09, 2012

Lethal Combination

Lethal combination

I spotted them both of them
Walking down the hills
Walking towards me
No, just walking, just to pass me
I wanted to walk away
Take another way
He saw me, our eyes met again

As I always do, I blamed my eyes
Do my eyes only catch or spot him ONLY

Then I blamed him for walking 

on this sidewalk with someone else

It used to be our walk
Combined by our hearts, dreams and Love

A footpath that I will seek
Every afternoon, just to remember or to forget.
Everything is the same in my life.

Walking towards me
No, just walking, just to pass me
They passed and he was smiling.

This smile.. This walk with another
This "me" walking
What a lethal combination.

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