// ode to I//

I believe in a god,

I believe in a devil,

I’ve been the  conformist,

I’ve been the rebel.

I wish for peace in humanity,

Yet chuckle as I watch the insanity.

I live for the humor of tragedy,

I live in a broken family,

I believe in concepts of space in time,

therefore I live in a reality that isn’t mine.

I wish to relish in my lone confine,

Relinquish materials  that used to intwine.

I want to live,

I want to let.

I wish to forgive,

I try to forget,

I want to receive,

I long to bestow.

I want to hang on,

I need to let go.

T                                      T

  O                                O

     G                          G

        E                     E

           T               T

              H         H

                 E    E   

                    R

// Asian Grandmother//

// longing//

Life… what is mine
But a sapling?
Towards the heavens it reaches
only To be cut down in its prime?

How my branches long for a swallow,
To sing its song only for me.
How my branches long for a swallow,
To sing its song only for me.

Alas my love, weep into my bark,
Your tears fall upon my tree,
A sad song you sing with heart,
A lovely song, for you and me.