Contour of Blogging Poetry

A Dreamer's Wild Imagination

2005-07-19T19:47:00.000-08:00

It was as if a quick withdraw:
A nice fitting, a nice candle glow,
Lighted up a way in darkness shines
Foretold no beginning, nor sparkled lines.

It was as if a quick withdraw:
A bad setting, a subtle candle glow,
Wound up a wind in stormy climes
Danced no signalling, nor wiggled ensigns!

It was as if a quick stroke I ever knew:
Like lines of marching stags cling no view,
Subtlety cracked each nerve on chandelier’s eyes
How beauty’ve drawn a rared blown spice.

It was as if a hundred miles away:
A simple wish, a dream in one lighted view,
I’ve walked alone in stormy weather casts
All I found is me climbing a mountain last.

I’ve swam a beating of waters’ wonder road,
A mile or two is far-reaching struggle, cramps a load
Twitched in pain, gasping a last breathe anew
Hold no lines, immersing up and down in water’s flow.

But stilled as a wind surfing a high frenzied walk
One who’s been amazing, clinging a father’s talk;
I’ve woke up refreshed from a dirty water’s slay
Now I live anew, a life of fullness, great and happy!

Old Writings, Old Scrapbook, Old Play

2005-06-15T01:21:00.000-08:00

Old writings script like weeds cut a shaped show,
hefting wind's course in a flowery shot ‘neath ship;
it whittled down a snug picture in a fine array,
oldman's smile glow like fling of a sunlight ray.
T'is old scrapbook won every heart’s sorrow and joy
in a reader's mind, a keenly stride, a swinged bouy:
where memory’s blurred like thinly clouds match
even more amusing is its skin-wound rared patch.
Oh finely writings showed a twinly delight nitch,
with one little lad happened to reach out a hitch;
One arm stretch out a skyward palm’s colored ink,
drops of drizzled air’ve finally send it to a sink.
“Oh, why?, said the lad, my granny’s scrapbook
was made into a paper fly, a kite, and a queeny cook...”
he mustered all the pages, match a writing in the air,
“Oh please no! that’s my granny’s scrapbook, please sir!”
Was his last cry out from his disdainful love and heart,
Tears’re seemed like a river flow over his eyes and brow;
Only one sigh is paid by the man in its all keenly musing:
A last laugh’s heard from afar like dropped dews sewing!

Anger?

2005-05-12T01:54:00.000-08:00

Corrupted vision under a swaddling blind
to things unable and things hard to find;
impatience is a virtue to its clogging kind
penetrating hearts of stone in boldness clime!
So much is painful in tumultous cover
where a depiction in eyes is hard to share;
all things but mellow of malicious iniquity
no wonder t’is world has its fullness agony.
A shaky change have its all-time poll
where swaggarts and mighty wolves enbrawl;
vultures feast its long time hunger’s fare
even those scattered bones in desert fire.
Or you may hear a shady battlecry from afar
Where brawling muscles smite a bloody howl;
No tempest wave can stop a sweltering blow
Only the noblest shadow hide a warrior show!
The zenith of fame serve a bounty swinger;
Killed a few but pain has its beehive’s anger
No love is felt nor a tortous whims appear,
hideous heart conquers an unwitting snare.

A Tune of a Breaking Heart

2004-10-28T01:15:00.000-08:00

Why is the wind timidly blow this day
that flowers are mantled by the clouds?
Why is the sun shines late its normal track
that days’r emptied by dawning light knocks;
For the cacophony of silence tear all walls
that even rocks torned like paper packs?

Why is the storm timidly ran berserk this time
that floods are walled by tiny bits of rains?
Why is the earthquake dance with the moon
that nights’r singing out clouds in gentle breeze;
For the clanging cymbal of woes torned to fore
that even the softest spot of heart burst to core?

How pains’d flow within streams of clattered spots
as joy is rare and happiness deluded every past?
Oh how gentle care is every hand with eyes aglow,
Only dream writes a brittle-dot of sleeping dew,
melting like snow by wind, raining when hiatus grow,
A tune of a breaking heart slides a slip as in tow!

Oh breaks of pain now gently overcome this piece
as this bard draw every scene when dark clouds nix;
With hopes that afflictions wouldn’t carry what he felt
to the Woman he loved much more than a snow flakes,
A simple heart that captures in slippery lanes shakes,
Only a miracle can meet us of time when dawn breaks!

Foolish Imagination Cankers

2004-08-25T00:16:00.000-08:00

A subtle mind can swim beyond the clouds
Where foolish imagination can crawl;
As the fingers played with the tuning ember
Luck was a play of words.

I swim beyond every air in the space
Holding the bountiful harvest lay;
Swinging my strength in each blow
Until I finally reach at hand a lace.

I just wondered how chances play
When a symphony is sung among lines;
And the wind will court a flimsy stag
Run out of direction where bird slay!

So foolish am I, yes, I was
Seeking something out of nothing;
Opening every door in sheltered agony
Closing one of the lucky chances pass.

Ah, foolish imagination yes, it is...
What others can’t see, I do hold in bay
Carefully crafting a single blow towards aim
As I kneel in pain and curling up my knees.

Is man a subtle being in immutation?
Or is it like a clasped hand, a clay formed
By the mark of its own choices bloom
So far of its chartered journey in perdition?

I ask my own, and found my own fooled view
No seeking is needed nor finding every find;
So profusely I have clad my own iniquities
As my subtle being reminiscing a painful blow!

Foolish whims always canker purity
Catching the heart in disarray;
Adjulating one in every inch I seek
It turned out to be worthless impropriety.

The Lighthouse

2004-08-22T21:29:00.000-08:00

Stormy wind and stormy nights
blending the days destroying amber;
Hurting every bit of squawls
squeezing every swirling waves
as the sea mounted an advance
this simple light beyond
invites my stead to go near hand.
I swing every strength
courted every minute's swell
maneuvering every splurting water
above and even underneath
as I swam to a tiny lead I see.
Oh inspiration swell in desperation
as I hang out from a blowing twirl
my last breathe cut off temporarily
going beyond it till a hand clasp's felt,
caught me off my deep blue sea.
Oh lighthouse, yes, it's you I remember!
Your light have swam a million miles
reaching out a berthing of life;
Your hands cling a respite, my last breath,
as you gave me life beyond
my desperate swirling deathly reach.

Blank Sensation

2004-08-18T02:26:00.000-08:00

The tiny dots about the shorelines
paddles a penny bundle that bind;
it's delightful substance creeping to lay
and the bottom was wide like black clay.
The moving sinews wind a clasping
twirled sea-hair white caps blending;
As it flew above the line swirling
it's the beauty of the cloud relaxing.

Oh blank sensation catches the heart
forgetting all the borders as it flows in;
looking at a whitish omniscent view
to the last breathe it fairly show.

The tremulous coagulation deepened
within the lines of inclining hyacinth;
T'was as if a flow engraving within
while the flesh hilt to a hype while singing.
The craddling sinews wind a beaching
hurled sea-hair white caps splicing;
As it ran the roadside in swimming line,
it's perturbed beauty engraved a dime.

Oh blank sensation catches my eyes
As I see that beauty underneath the lies;
It catches worm beyond my fleshy reach
one by one it clutches as I had my pitch!

Illusions

2004-07-31T00:08:00.000-08:00

Subtle as it is to be
amidst a chorus of litany
something unusual haunting
like a carousel of joy but fainting
within a careless hype:
The desire is never before known
neither yet to be known
but the experience is so unique,
rarely held but surely cleaved.
None of it was reality
but it conquers the heart
to sudden death!
What it may be at odds
the ebbs tried to falter like a melody
but the song remained unsung
by those that do not sing
but uttered by those who sung.
Illusion as it may be known
but not to an extent beyond
the imagination of what is reality!

Crack Up A Track to Point a Nowhere

2004-07-06T00:13:00.000-08:00

Oh this cool lonely road to nowhere
heave a trapping underneath my skin
it shooves no wrinkle upon rocky thorns
like bluish armament in subtle aims.

Oh this cool lonely trail to nowhere
brings up my feet in tracking still
my feet have anchored so much pain
in place of anger over the chain.

Oh this cool lonely path to nowhere
I see better than a sublime walk upon it
neither the hallowed ground can make a trail
to a lonely man like me walking in ambush keel.

Prodigal Sequel: A Sensation of the Flesh

2004-07-05T19:58:00.000-08:00

See, within a carousel of fleshy bellows
The spirit within pounds a thousand heart:
Forgetting the established principles learned
Just to satisfy an ember of curiosity;
As many things was just of earrings reach
In the gallows of pureness and serendipity.
The sensations was so subtle but erratic
While the conscience requires to quit the desire
The flesh commands a strong urge to push through.
And the course wind up something so unpalatable
Within the perforation of somewhat elegant sense
As the fleshy urge creep up above the limitations!
And deep within this insurmountable desires
Everything in me was overwhelmed by its enticings.
It was never before an event, much of flirtations
Neither was it a clogged eloquent banterings
As the sensation enveloped me into a pit
Which I know was largely dark and fiery.
All that I can utter was sorry...
And repentance was neither a gift
Nor a freely bargain after committing a sin.
And I know that punishment is about to gain
A rudely pain of my own wickedness...
A lonely walk back to the long path of return
To expect an unwavering amnesty from the Lord above.
A long road that tersely invite a wave of lonely hand
Waiting a hug from those who were caring
For I now know the price of curiosity begets pain
And everything of it kills the worthiness
Of long ago...but now a base of iniquities.

Choked Breathe in Peace

2004-06-18T01:28:00.000-08:00

As I ran miles of unbreathable sleep
Carrying on shoulder a horrible load;
While the wind comforted my weary,
Little that it took to breath a mercy.
The skinny pathway looped a tear
Cracked by little passage a way out;
The smell was terribly demured
And the trees surrendered and vowed;
As the ground slipped a goaky flip.

As I winch frightful pain underneath
My lungs hurdled a garbled air out;
My skin eloped a swirling muse of mess
And the sticky fungus gush out a split.
Amazingly I wonder a careful thought:
Is it an eternal way to pierce swaddling piece
As if a mirtle comes to perforate a seize?
Though weary as I shouldn’t be,
A choked breathe woke me up in peace.

EYE'S RENDEZVOUS

2004-06-13T19:27:00.000-08:00

Here an instance be still to sense,
Feel the throb of a heart’s content;
An innocent look of eyes in faith,
Comes now the sincerest love’s manifest.
A fiery look cankers the softness of steel,
As it perforates the impenetrable,
Walls unveiled;
No doubt, so many years of longing
A past in snare,
An end come, an embrace last the fear.

Those subtle eyes so innocent a look,
Bears an insatiable chariot run taste in hook;
This stony plume many months have died,
Now started scribbling a stormy symphony
of delight.
Oh, how wonders human eyes can be:
So simple thoughts in mind to spear,
The Lord omnipotent’ve share his solace see
Like me in wonder asked: What could it be?
He said: To settle your fears, now you know
Be still not weary, God’s your eye’s rendezvous!

Hidden Agendum: Filth?

2004-06-10T01:52:00.000-08:00

Harsh as it may be within
a plain agony reach a toll
no hidden agendum were done
but filth on silky wind
that clothe the bind.

Source could rustle whole
that when it proliferates,
a filthy mind is filthy as did;
worried feeling endures not
secrets unveiled to evil's deed.

Oh filthy mind set ruins a plain
when simple arts revealed unseen
those squawls in sea pure in sin:
a heart of wickedness demures
but loved those iniquities still.

Now, I figured what an evil man is
when the heart's not pure in love
nor plain in simple creeds;
No unknown valleys can kept it unwind
when the intention is wrongly bind.

Ah filthy mind set as I am
now climbing within the course
of my own pit like a swine:
My heart trembles of sinly doom
on a man I trusted with hidden agendum!

?YSIRCOPYH?

2004-05-03T01:41:00.000-08:00

It's been the mother of pride:
the energizer of stiffneckedness,
a piercing pin of lewdness,
a coagulator of abominations,
a creator of gross destructions!

It's the rust of the soul:
a flaming heat of lasciviousness
that thrills every bone and flesh;
an outpouring of evil from within,
a tumultous agony engraven.

It's a pinch of sensitive skin:
a piercing pain of heart's burn
enabling the rotten wound to nip;
an outburst of hidden anger
cutting through unexpected provocation!

Haggard

2004-04-16T18:44:00.000-08:00

A friend's eyes
is clouded with the wits
of his own thoughts.

A friend's wish
is willed by the efforts
of his own labor.

A friend's action
is benighted by the slam
of his own door.

Only one remains...
His dream and afflictions.
Haggard as he may be
But, the work starts
here!

Cunning Doubts

2004-04-15T03:01:00.000-08:00

Quite as it beams from the winds
allured by a sattire of agony;
It quivers from a slim sinew
while hyping up a garbled mum
slowly wiggling off a trail hop.
Yeah the walks are light
but never easy as it shines:
Your countenance is viewed deeply
by the eyes of your cunning feat.
Doubts is fear and death
to the heart that is truly set.

FEAR

2004-04-05T02:34:00.000-08:00

A soothing pain
within a tremulous agony;
A limping act
that conquers the heart!
It makes anger
a way out of laughter;
It makes impatience
a luster of profanity;
It makes iniquity
a virtue of evil.
Thus,
Fear never brings out
the joy of heart
from heaven's well.

GOD'S GREATEST FIND

2004-03-17T18:44:00.000-08:00

See beyond walls, go over each line,
Reach out every hand, keep your mind,
Hug ti's tight, loosen from rich mine,
Great treasure when shared, ends entwine:
Wash your heart of foolish dirts and bind,
Search your wind, hedge out your hind
Tho' pain is felt, just make it rhyme,
A heart's known suffering
is God's greatest find!

ETERNAL HEART

2004-03-08T23:25:00.000-08:00

Perfect beauty reveals its sound
imposing a willed comfort by lines;
no taint of affliction there may be found
only a beat of life that plainly shines.

T'is free space huddled many ultimates
as inclined fittings to make each shifts,
it succumbs to wind blowing in tiny pins,
it touches a ground in hallowed dens.

Its trim fling through long river beds,
glittering like bits of cascades in summer leads;
a season brandishing its own array,
kneeling for a time of comfort in pray.

Its fluctuate of tune's a hidden piece,
binds mortality in a florid ray;
flippant as it may to nail its trace,
silently by sleep in a day of rest.

Now, I know why t'is lasting peace flow,
it's a prized treasure in heaven that angel's glow!
Immortality enflames an everlasting hail,
Eternal heart is plain which surely never fail.

BULRUSHES

2004-02-18T16:46:00.000-08:00

Silent as they've grown in deep water's bed
seeing up above the bottom, down a sledge
their short-sight shoots, its branches zooms
to tame the blue sky as it blooms.
Their delicate roots crawl in softly mud
where tiny fishes gathered as their habitat;
they stand like twigs of those green meadows
a sight-reach pole beneath, in a space windows.
Their bodies when cut, knitly weaved and daubed
will surely serve like a shepherd's swampland hub;
with sticky slime and pitch they merrily glow
Oh yes, they flag in beauty at riverbank's brow.

QUEER THOUGHTS IT IS!

2004-02-15T22:16:00.000-08:00

Inept as it is
nowhere to hold...
a beauty so cleansed
beneath a soured notes
wishing just like the wind
to host a great wallow
unfaced
in a bellicose bow!

What is it when ask
the letter's not enough
by which to commune?
we toggle
within a crowded place
walking like beggar
huggling a jar.

Oh why we seem to bother
the foolishness of our own?
Oh why we seem to blister
the wound caused by own.
No matter what it might be
so weird as it is
seems to be queer thoughts
indeed!