Rain on my head,
Makes me think clearer;
Rain on a tin rooftop,
Music to my ear;
Thunder roaring,
ever louder, no fear;

Birds sing in the treetops,
Under dark rain clouds;
And my feet tingle wet
In the steady downpour.

The sun would wait before it sun down
such elegant appearance,
is just passing by,
it will attract a lot
of eye ball
attention.
a heavy weight champion beauty queen,
My love is heavier than the armors
i am certainly sure,
i shall fight your battles
i will break down all your foes
you shall see victory
in my eyes
when i see you again

There are two seeds sown
That spring up in variety
Bearing its own fruits
There are corn and thorn
The symbol of good and bad
Fighting each other
Who is the victor?

THE BEAUTY
of poetry
such as this
is in itself a mark of symphony
melodious as it is

where even deaf can hear
through the eyes and hearts

tears wash away all our fears
when we read poetry
from our loved ones
near and dear
such as you my poet
supreme
where in the darkness of life
have you left me
serene

on a road as lonely
and
bereft,
of all life
I thought in me
still was left

sing a song of harmony
love and kisses
in between

Knights:
The dragon's cave is not far.
The swords are drawn
and seven horses running,
iron-clothed bodies firm.

“Because he is there
he will pay for everything
that he did and did not do.”

Knights are distressed, asking,
who will be the lucky one
to chop off the first head?
Will there be enough heads
for everyone to kill?
Then hurry, hurry up
let’s not waste any time.

God, you listen to my worries
And cries the capture sleep
The aches that come profoundly
And leave me somewhat meek

The time I spend
Down on my knees
Is time that stands so still
These words that stagger out my mouth
Are daggers set to kill

did someone hear his last cry
or was he a Kentucky chicken fry
lost much before his prime
though it wasn't his crime

in caskets lined in endless rows
restless lie the mortal remains
wondering if it was really worth
to suffocate in these memorials

muffled voices, riddled bodies
end products of the arms lobby
who rejoice during a war cry
packing ammo for more convoys

For those who live life amoral
Who believe not in piety
Whose actions reveal mien feral
Aiming for notoriety

For those who think this world is all
Neither presence of human soul
Nor an afterlife rationale
Not in God’s Role but Being Sole

Regime of black operations
Reacting with impunity
Negating due reparations
Self entitled immunity

This base philosophy won’t last
Leading to increased regression
Leaving victims in wake aghast
Aggression ends with egression

So many traded
The pastoral
For the petrifying

But they did not remain stone

Either when tilling
Their rocky fields at home

Or when facing
The stony fields of war
In distant countries

The cold rains falling
The ice of indifference:
Enemies
Or flying metal

Infantrymen
Or bombers
Of both sides

Who have their own
Fields and families
To go home to

Surrounded by flowers

On or in
The precious
Arcadian ground

We all are fighting for

Armed and dangerous moving around
Dust rising, then clinging to sweaty bodies.
A bright flash that went on forever
A coldness encased my body as light faded

I drifted in dreams, reaching out time after time
Trying to hold onto any reality, without luck
Swirling lights, forever world, again, and again.
There in the darkness, I heard a soft crying.

Please don’t let him go, filtered through
The waves of pain descended into my body.
I shook, and entered a deadly turmoil.
Gradually all things became as a placid lake