Category: Poems

Light filters through the rocks
and she examinines her next step
bounce head, little step, hide
where did the grass go?
under the shadows her brilliant circle brown eyes
conquers a flood
did we meet somewhere?
once perhaps, a meet cute
vividly can we remember
zero effort of resistance
the morning dove was vulnerable and broken

Her eyes screamed mercy
and were so full of trust, so full of life
would you like to spend the night?
A candlelight night
oh did we not pray for a bonfire shed?
she ate and got well, and we said farewell

Today, I saw her again
majestic and confident of her step
it flew back like an old friend
am not sure which of the two was the hardest
to see her depart or to clean her basket

Such obscure joy to see her fly

moment by moment,
one step lighter then the previous but quicker
racing away from conscious dreams
it feels like we have come far
and we try not to look back…
but our footprints have walked on wet concrete
it’s exclusive – the past leaving scars –
scars that can’t be erased
and yet it brings out our solo strength
we never walked alone.

When did we become so headstrong
were we not zealous to remain from fables
and as our experiences go, we continue fighting to forget
is it our choice? YES! Not by inspiration – we hope
who chooses what to dream when we sleep?
we wish the concrete was ocean sand
and as the waves come, may they take our footprints
but rather, they splash cold water and we wake up

We may have chosen to decide that we were too tired to fight
Force was never made to accommodate love
but as no other best friend He sits and waits,
His hands scarred, and His knuckles with calluses
are never too tired to knock

He never left Home

applause flies through the crowds
one by one the individuals march, ready for combat
the first flash, teary-eyed, forgetful vitriol of mind
the autodidact father runs to the front
with a great smile, sorridi!

Her beauty found favor in the king’s eyes
Her character won the king’s heart
But her plead could end her life

Frightened, she had no way out
Still victory was on her mind
“my life is threatened, she cried”

By order, the swords came down
Her life had been granted
And through her a nation was spared

Terror vanished on that auspicious day
And freedom spread through the sky

The life cycle itself is a process of such fundamental change that even a few years from now we may not recognize ourselves. Physically, these transformations are often obvious, yet our life experiences can similarly age our emotions, imagination, curiosity, thinking and our willingness to live fully. To appreciate the full range of human experiences associated with growing up, aging and death, we must also have the time to grieve, heal, understand and challenge ourselves again.

-John M. Schneider, PhD

We used to think that a man was complete after marriage, kids, a male and female dog with their puppies, and a good job (shelter). However, this idea became irrelevant as we grew. We can be complete if we choose to at any point of our lives. That’s our freedom, learning to live. A life of fear is struggling to live. A life of love is the understanding of our history. A moment of silence could be the highest rank of our creativity. Discovering that life can be complete when we choose to was, is, and will always be the highest achievement of our lives.

every freedom attain is a new joy
when the baby cried out, He held her
when one day ends, a new one is filled with treasure
treasure that can only be discovered by living
life isn’t only a verb, it’s you the subject
and you the subject create the path to joy
if every baby was given one name it will be yours
the heavenly experience of a new life is you, Joy
because with each free life, abundance of life is given
a plural gift that multiples and runs like water
remember her, his, their faces?
they treasure you because your life is full of joy
you are singular and plural
your life is a historical testimony
a mighty long way that becomes beautiful day after day
that’s your life, joy
and it will one day be one hundred percent complete
the exciting reality is that you decide to start living it now
unchained from boredom of destruction
congratulations on becoming a free man
congratulations on making love your priority
and welcome to your life of joy

in our terms, sometimes we want to jump and scream so loud “we love life!” We want to run and smile all the way, or swim and tell the fish, “you beautiful thing!” We can’t sleep at night from overexcitement, we are free and loved to live a life of joy.

it feels hard to focus on the “important things”
nothing is as important as life itself
while I’m seating trying to solve educational matters
my hand can’t get a hold of my vision
the flashes of humanity self-destructing
the idea of flying objects shadowing homelands
the feeling of parents searching
and Boston memories of runners
it’s sad …yet, we “fear no man”
the incapability to solve a historical unending tragedy
will be solved as “the blinking of an eye”
and we shall recover to “be strong and courageous”
“blessed are those who mourn: for they shall be comforted”

slight cool breeze
red fruits cover the tree
stretch, pull, got you
there is a bounce-sponge noise on the ground
tonight I picked apples under the moon light
speed race, and slow turn
sing, rejoice, and pray
wake up, read, speak and meet
share good news
remember the last supper
wash her feet, meditate
brake bread and eat
squeeze grapes and drink
we gather at the table and laugh
we walk at the park and laugh
we play at the table and laugh
tonight we laughed
we play sports
we sit at the table and eat
shortly after we train outside
tonight I held a three week old baby
tonight there was a blood moon
so I lay on a wooden deck and look at the sky
it is a magnificent night with eclipse
tonight I fell asleep under the moon light