One unexpected delight

-Wanting Qu bridges cultures, namely Vancouver and China, and I have to admit, I’m a bit smitten of this song (that inspired this poem).

One unexpected delight

You exist in my dreams
Like an intimate breath of hope
A radiant inexhaustible humour

That becomes a voice
And when I see you in the world
A voice whispers in my mind
That we are all connected
If you had the desire

To do good or beautiful things
I know you will, even as you live
In my heart, like a shade of light

Not like a stranger, but a feeling
That needs no explanation
An unexpected delight
That has a queer power of destiny

In the grace of your eyes
I see the youth of everyone’s dreams
Like an intimate sign of

How the world is big and small
The fate of all the worlds
That becomes a voice
I see you in all life

A voice whispers in my heart
That we are all connected
If you evolve to find a way

Out of selfishness, remember
The others who stood by you
Were not always the expected ones
Where the moon can set below
The Pleiades and familiar stars
You exist in my dreams
Without any hesitation
So I leave you there until
I am able to perceive you
In the blessed days ahead of me.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wanting_Qu

My unsad heart likes to overflow

My unsad heart likes to overflow

I don’t how to be truly sad
Nor do I know how to be truly happy
My range is extraordinary

In moments, and unexpectedly so
But in general, I’m
An emotional lie that walks
I don’t talk very much
But my face has a heart

And my sleeves have flowers
But finally there is no difference
Emotion is a social conduit

Fine, it’s trampled me asunder
Like a poem that never ends
All these faces remind me
Of phrases I haven’t written yet
I’m alive in florescence

Unified in theory, divided
In the shyness and immaturity
I don’t know how to be truly social

Nor do I yearn to be truly
Not alone: it’s hard to define identity
Like a uselessly full glass of ourselves.

I love new

I Love New

I
Love
New
More so than I love you or me
Because having encountered wants
I found desire
Only accomplishes a plan
Through change, so I’m a bit
Romantic when change is near
I call out
To the heart at once
“What’s new my love”
The sunrise treasures it
The seasons admire it
And the mystics praise it
I know the future intimately
I
Love
New
After all, repeatedly, under my breath
But everything is sweeter
Tomorrow, so wait till tomorrow
And let yourself arrive kindly
At the end of the beautiful road.

Mythweaving our way to happiness

Mythweaving our way to happiness

Where are the ornament of joy
Are they hidden from us?
Of all the stars most beautiful
I cannot convey
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How difficult it is to view them
Here, in the city
Where men walk over other men
Who lie sleeping on the ground
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We put the dazzling dawns
In our pockets
And forget them there
So rushed are we to
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Achieve our goals
Like, saving up for retirement
Or, planning our next trip
Meeting someone to make us happy
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Cloth dripping
Gold exposed
Parents dying
Numbness all around…..
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Where are the clues to learning?
Have we forgotten how to change?
Of all the silver slips of space
I cherish most
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I cannot convey
But I am not someone
Who likes to wound
Rather, I have a quiet mind
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We compete in this world
And I converse in my dreams
With the desire to do good
In a world as helpless as this.

the heart grew cold

the heart grew cold

I am the punctuation of blame
I carry glorious embarrassment
Lyrics of shame
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So beautiful I dance in my own darkness!
I am thus arranged
Flawed, figured, curved in cursive
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Space of blessedness
Syntax of struggle
Heart
Absolutely
I can
Write, having been stained
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By a shine in your answer
Pan
To tell
The tongues of tales
Of men
I am the waiting, patience, sacrifice
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Of women, mothers, having worked
Their entire lives without
Poetic justice or reward
Maybe only
The ever-after
Of what children might become
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We all grow and find
Pity
Trembling
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In the flesh of regret
Gone astray would I
Mostly love to sing to you
But that day can never come
For you are gone
And I am trapped in poetry.
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https://soundcloud.com/intemasolutionsinc/poetry-the-heart-grew-cold

We returned through dying

We returned through dying

the stars held our memories
as we returned home broken
a bit more broken each day
that was us growing old

the pinning for the shores of energy
with mouths cracked
and limbs incapable
and a heart blue from winter nights

this carved relief of humble art
so that our private drama
could begin again
so very much having passed

in the space between our years
and so little known about
the universe scattered like
a marathon of light and the curved face

of galaxies and that collapsed
worlds that once were in time
all was mystery, all was sinking
with altars destroyed, friends forgotten

the harvests of our travels were now gone
our youth has punctured our souls
and our spirits raced
into the eyes of strangers

in the future we barely recognized
maybe descendants, maybe ourselves
reincarnated with different stories
wounded by my soil

her fingers against the blue scarf
of decades, the pomengrante
that broke was full of stars
skies, people, poems, poetry
a single gull cried in evening.