another poem to be written

that dark blinded me…. blacken my view
unable to withstand the vibrations that felt
which run this hand to a piece of paper
to write

this poem
it is not a delusion
written with  feeling
as if there was no tomorrow
I swing the pen
follow the rhythm of soul
braid in beautiful words
which lull the heart
to whom this poem will be delivered?
“it’s up to the wind!”
whose reading this poem?
and me…..?
will stay here….

for the next vibrations to come
might be later or tomorrow
don’t know when
but there would be
another poem to be written


– mei –

l o v e

a sense between two creatures

united in a vibration

it’s love

reconstruction of the heart and mind


the shadow of night slowly comes over me

through a small hole

I can hear the insects are crawling

when I leering into the sky

the stars are twinkling

trying to illuminate the darkness of my soul

and the moon seducing me to smile

I never knew there were so much care

waking me from sleeping too long in misery

and let my feeling be as the driver

I  sudden felt a vibration of emotion

that I had never felt before

it is to open my heart and construct way of thinking

in reach the real meaning of life

and freed myself from the cocoon of misery

to gaze upon a new trip of life’s procession

there is much beauty I never take notice of

there is so much love that I didn’t care

even if I did not get their love

let me give out my love for all

hell with all the painful misery

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