For you

 

I have craved the taste of your skin
For what feels like centuries, and I am
The evolutionary urge of sunbeams permeating
Soul and brain and movement
I am human being, hungry for immortality

Your lovely body is my youth’s rite
I pace hungry for the cherishing of a lifetime
Your hot heart, nearly too precious to hold
How can I serve you better, my dear?
I have worked starving just to have you

By my side, for a few mortal years
And I am a puma on the barren of
The rough anonymity that separates our lives
I’ve been a hunter and a digital firebird
Just to get a few inches closer to your life
I have desired through life-plans of ambition

And I have been silent to the failures
That must be endure, just for a few moments of bliss
I have felt the light that rises in your smile
And in your delicate form, I have felt

The lessons of history and sacrifice
The language of aroma, the stuff of hope.

The Last Ballerina

The Last Ballerina

And there’s no grave my love
That wasn’t this heart a grave all along?
Dreaming with death and fantasy weddings

And hoping to arrive at last
At life’s banquet, with her evening cup!
And there’s no end my love

That wasn’t this spirit an end in itself?
With faith enough in things unseen
To arrive with langhter at the end

And ask with a common smile
Was it enough? “What is enough?”

Significant Other

I’ve braided your looks
Into my soul like
A knot of nurturance

Your burgundy tongue
Of earth-laced hope
In truth, I’m not sure

I would survive without you
The writing that writes in me
And the art of harmony

Incarnated in our daily lives
Through the paired fortunes
Of our highs and lows

I live in awe of your embrace
Your laugh over our ashes
The destiny of waiting

A lifetime just for a moment
We’ve swam in darkness
Endured a loyalty of stupidity

To people who were ingenuine
I’ve tattooed your language
Into my consciousness

That I might be able to
Speak and write mandarin
Poems one day, so that

The spoken tongues
Of the ancient Taoists
Might speak through me.

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After a lifetime of waiting

When the water we drank
In the nights, was
All the wine in the world

Together, we wanted it that way
In our entrance of the prime
Of our lives, the wedding ring
Ripe fruit, sleeplessness of teamwork
Good and fortune, round time

Forever like love melted
In the courtesy of lost years
Just as it was, just as it always

Should have been, when the love
Was given, it was to each other
Like a love poem composed
In a far off foreign country
Incorporating elements of that culture

We lie in the grass life isn’t forever
Is love a serious matter?
I still cannot say, like the

Dream of years of good living
It came so fast, after
What seemed like
A lifetime of waiting.

After 100 Sonnets

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.
~ Audrey Hepburn

i

My ugly love, when you are so beautiful
to me it’s not enough for my mouth
whose kisses routinely bathe you

in an inventory of whispers, love-cries
with tenderness for however long
nature allows, you allow, fate allows
flower by flower, I would choose you
again and again, my loving angel

ii

Your body’s fragrance is my
shadow’s energy, your humid flesh
the channel of my dreams

if also for our child, who forgot to incarnate?
my truthful love, so sincere and honest
with armpits like the smell of wheat
and breasts as impetuous as a stormy sea
and eyes like wildfire, cutting me

iii

Into sweet obedience, I could not imagine
that I could have built a house of
sweetness without your splendor

and how you love cherries, your cheeks
an Asian wispy elven secret of youth
my soul-engaging love, I have to remind myself
we are getting older together in
beloved months, we sometimes forget the details

iv

Of why nothing mattered or had a name
except each other, we were made for this
an alchemy of spirits, while our shared beauty

allowed us to endure poverty
with gifts as plentiful as sparking
moments of gratitude that went on forever
like lessons learned from wise calming friends
and lovers that felt like they were

v

Gifts from the gods, plump-wide-eyed
spiritual dreams of some strange mineral belonging
we walk naked through the golden church

of our earthy love, as if we learned to be
one body, one shared soul wearing
clothes of separate bodies, laughing minds.

Be Realistic, plan for Miracles

if you are feeling stuck
abandon what you do, be somebody else
embrace uncertainty for experience

pure experience without judgement
where Life again becomes
possible, freedom of will
self-determined, bitter-sweet

youthful, exuberant, spring-autumn
with the taste of rosebuds
dual, frankly crazy, appreciated

spin wildly into your next months
with both heart and exercise of choice
bravely, without regret or sentimental lingering
if you are feeling frightened

by who you have become, change
dare to enjoy the present like never before
retrace your steps, rediscover who you are

it’s never too late, you’ll find your
way again, where hopes lead you
challenge yourself to find bliss
don’t be afraid to experience, say “yes”

for experience is the heart of necessity
if you don’t rush after it
life will force you to meet her

life is not about possession
life is about tasting, doing, being, watching
moving, travelling, loving, thinking
dangerously even, for life passes you by

a place where happiness and sadness collide
forcefully, creatively, passionately
be the hero of your own story

find friendships that intrigue you
fall in love with hobbies that move you
read philosophers that challenge you
make music that haunts you

have sex like your mean it
listen to your being without judgement
that small voice who enjoys giving

live without condition, for destiny
always intended to work with you
not through you, fate completes you
your journey needs your enthusiasm.

CELEBRATION OF THE ETERNAL ROSE, 永恆玫瑰的慶典

If I confess your body is
The only civilization besides Roses
I long to experience, do not say

Do not say that I only adore blooming things
A Rose at any stage of life is gracious
Moist petalled or dropping wearily

The rain on her lips is like butter-music
If men, were created before women
It is only to appreciate their fullest creation

Like the beauty of the rose whose temptation
Is somehow feminine, a scent spinning
Into oblivion, as flesh seeking to born out living flesh

In blessed and blushing confessions
Or the redness of the weight of the body
The Rose that has told in one simplicity

That never life relinquishes a bloom
But to bestow an ancient confidence:
A man gives a woman a Rose

This symbolic gesture mimics evolution
Women are not roses, they are not
Oceans or stars, I would like to tell her

But I think she already knows.
As a misty dream, our path emerges
Like days of wine and roses, celebration.

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The Power of Roses, 玫瑰力量

A flower was offered to me
You said you preferred Roses
Roses that nurse the Angel’s tears
But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose

A flower was offered to you
A lush red Rose in its hint of perfection
It is the time you have wasted for your rose
That makes your rose so important
You who carry your fragrance over to me

With just the tip of your affection
But a Rose can grow, from just a crack in concrete
Whose to say that I would not nurture you
Some people grumble that roses have thorns
I’m grateful that thorns have roses

For if I bleed, it will be because of you
When you are drooping, I will hold you up
It is only goodness, that gives extras
So I say again that we have much to hope from
The flowers called Roses, cursive stains they may
Be in our lives, what a lovely thing a rose is!

A flower was offered to me
You said you preferred Roses
I feel as if have opened a book and found roses
Yesterday sweet and fragrant, between your leaves
Love is like a wild rose-briar, it blooms
Brooding in its flirtatious symmetry.

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THE LEAP INCANDESCENT

Love is damn stubborn
In such a Cruel World
I feel the essential landscape
Has always been you
The tongues of Saints fell quiet
In your lap, and in my heart
Some grandiose prosperity
Shined, permanently
Because of you and because
Somehow, I reached you
And while damned ghosts flare
I don’t think of them, I only
Count myself lucky every day
And I would follow you anywhere
To Taiwan, or to a Buddhist temple
Giving up all accidents, for miracles.

So that our sleep might answer all the sky’s starry questions

Love is a bewildered nest
Branded by comfort
Time propagating in the shared darkness
I untangle my confusions here
Unlearning solitude

Like a secret creature in the fire
The day’s net has extinguished
All goodbyes, all labors unfulfilled
In the slow bedroom of the moon
Breathing with the gentleness of gold

Touching lasts a lifetime with you
Simply a pulse of a long slow-river
Our blood mixes, we become
One celebrated organism, one unit
A family where your hands move

Autumn on the march, thriving
Like a crazy woman sings
To the evening vines, the salad-tulips
We bend towards our nocturnal bodies
Rejoicing like an ultramarine couple

Steam-breath coming from our joys
And blue frost clogging up the mirror
We are a four-sided constellation of light
From some distant star, and we are home
Love is a bewildered nest, full

Of eyes like the dearest diamonds
And the wine, the ruby-juice
The sap of our decades of care:
That never got drank completely.

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Bounty of a Mandarin Candle

My wife, your hands they fly
From my eyes into the day
where the last sunshine
touches my face in throbbed

Turquoise where the ocean
Meets the sky in barenaked syllables
A flower petal found of sunsets
My wife, we live together in

A honeysuckle celestial capsule
Absolutely in our own world
My wife, how the darkness has
Swallowed us in the mercy of

her closed wings of grandiose shelter
My wife, I love to watch the
miniature empire of your face
With the characteristics of my

eternal notebook, the lift of perfume
and laughter, the garden-dream
of your tenderness of blue material
Where life seems prosperous & lucky

My wife, the last crazy sunbeam
Of my open heart, has arrived in your form
As the flare of corn in the soil
Or the gift of rain to the natural world.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/candle-for-every-soul-102428705

Magnetic transience of our blooms

If your eyes were not the
color of lightning, of a day full
of loving hope, this world of
faces, work, play, politics

If you were not the chief grace
of my little years, amber weeks
golden months, clogged with
moments of clasping anticipation

I would have gone mad long ago –
If, my dearest, you had not come
into my life like sand, trees, rain
everything is so alive that is to

live with you, eat with you, move with you
if our arms, legs, noses did not touch
each night in our beloved sleep
your life and my life would not

be so good, so happy, and now
I can see everything that lives
and loves in you, so easily, held-in
as the water that shatters the

restless rock; the breeze that caresses
the most ancient fires, you were there
and we drop into the future in
blue salt, falling in sea-circles of
another world, of permanent tenderness.

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Vaulted over a raining star

We sit in silence
a brute Oneness
washing over us
legs crossed, oh
and hand in hand
at each side of the
young universe but
We are joined, like
whispers and magic
the sudden outpour of light
in the drama of creation
unified with our garden rising
into the skies, a majestic smoldering
of all the love we contained
in bodies that breathed the rippling
of scarlet years that waved
in the breeze of once-upon-a-times
unlikely we felt and squeezed
souls that were named ‘you and I’
we sit in silence still
having communicated everything
found everything at our source
I have no idea why
I find it so moving
that’s just life how
things distances wade through
Us to our core, eyes wide
with the surprise of meeting
the familiar down the path
the loving knock at the door.

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On Waiting for Love

You are so beautiful, like karmic prophecies
I hold you for the first and last time
With the remembrance of white loneliness

The eternity of jasmine of waiting
I waited for you my laughing Mandarin Queen
I lathed your body with soap

Out of the earth the sweet roughness
Of womb and smile and mother-qualities
The sacred touch of the helping hand

You are so beautiful, like I wish to always see again
To stir the night with our golden sceptre
Out of the love of hope, the weight of kingdom and tiredness

The last relief of a life well done
Where we can continue walking
After the bonfire of burned letters, misguided spouses

Who never experienced what we did so easily –
You are so beautiful, like honeyed-butter skin
Like a Taiwanese fruit so rare, you give rest to my eyes
And nobility to my “face level” heart.

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These Quick Lasting Shared Truths

Beloved, these days thread the light
I saw no footprints in the air
When you came like a Mandarin prescience
The dust glowed gold, the silence turned
From the dear round earth to our starry home

Looking backwards upon time’s faint glows
Beloved, that love as strong as death
Could retrieve us from our life-breath
To give thee a forehead saving kiss
In the upper hand second half of our life
(*)
To witness all the marvels hung
And arrive at some finality of endurance shared
Beloved, these hours are full of contentment
The moving spirit moves my tears to-night
For on the altar-stair of sacrifice

I dreamed of your eyes looking in my soul
I saw no footprints in the air
When you came like a Goddess with choir
The dust glowed gold, the silence spun
From the dear round earth to our bodies pure

Beloved, that love as strong as death
Could refer the cause – Beloved, it is thou
Who came nearest to enchanted joy, than anyone before.

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Letters I tore open as our bodies melted together

I gave you love gifts
Kisses for your earlobes
I gilded the time where our palms met
Like the fragrance of clean summer air

I gave you all my time
Where hung the many shinning things
In my chest’s forgotten depths
You have enabled me to truly live

A few days, weeks, months
You gave me open letters of silver
(As it is written in the Song of Songs)
I have been cherished by you

And I have covered your skin
With the fabric of my beloved touch
And kissed you into sleep’s happy melody
I gave you love gifts

All over your delicate body
And I hung my life’s passion on you
Without needing a religion or language
But love’s oldest embrace
The last passage to Oneness.

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I Spoke in Praise of your Mortal Hips

I stroked your hair, after the hundredth kiss
These kisses were desert over the pillow
A cheese-cake stamp of time stopped

Or she shot ahead in letters of your name
I touched your mouth, for the quiet year
Of no longer looking, listening

For the prophecy of your dreams
It hurt to sleep away from you
I touched your hand, which you never felt
*
But with the fingers of water, we laughed
We talked again all night, for another night
I loomed over your soul, like a lantern

With butterfly wings and glad melody
In the middle of your full eyes
I found a part of myself I had left

From previous lives, the forget-me-nots
Of spiritual centuries glued and tightening
Of the great loves we left ourselves on the long journey
&
I touched you with the world falling asleep
And I didn’t care, that I Would be late for bed.

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The Room Was tipsy with your voice

If with a bitter mouth, you will speak
Speak with an open heart
For salty tears of a lost life
That which grows sweeter
The closer you get to destiny

The lips of the sweetest milk
And I will say to you it was
Written in the book of time
And I read yours of coming nights
In the plurality of your most solitary hours

I came for you with savage verses
If with crying eyes you transcend memory
I will spare you dreams, of dreaming
Of the love we found together
And it is also written, that we shall change

In the proud departure from our
Respective exiles, longest nights
That seem to pass like the rich evidence
Of what of the sweetest taste we have found.

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SONG LYRICS:

I am a universe of dust
Adrift in this vast sea
fall into who’s mind by accidentally
how much no longer want to leave

I am a universe of dust
A state negligible
became to who’s favorite by accidentally
how much want to believe eternal existence

for What
let me meet such kind of you
What
let me do not doubt myself
What
let me no longer afraid of losing
In this vast sea of people
I do not want to become transparent

I am a universe of dust
Adrift in this vast sea
If you are my inevitable presence
how much no longer want to leave
i am a dust of universe

Fragment: Human Love

Aye, Music, thou art the food of love
As is divine speech, as is the eye’s regard
Love feeds then upon the beauty
Of the secret sweet self of the other
Till all becomes music once again
And silence in love, another fragment of hearing
For giving’s glow is a virtue unto itself
Aye, it’s all a part of the warm return
That thine heart follows pure thoughts
To return to our Dear home at last
As if with all earliest hopes and joys
And all the treasures that memory can make
Lovely recompense for bitter former tears
A fragment of music, a shelf of home comfort
Aye, human love is but a portion of the Great Spirit
That nurtures our humanity of unimagined caves
Giving a voice to the mysterious waves
Sound, heart, touch, moments freed in harmony.

Musical Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9ayN39xmsI

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To the Beauty in Everything

We are wild as the storm
Our fates were restless as the Spring
Until we met, we found
Mountain songs in everything

Generous like nature
We are free as the sky
Our fates were wide open meadows
Until we met, we found

Flying birds with outstretched wings
Bubbling laughter in ancient Mandarin
My life became an open Lotus
Murmuring about the tide
In everything, it must have been your secret

Vision spirit-tiger, your hidden grace
That lifted my life to warbling singing roaring
It was to be my drunk summer throng
Of wishes, of seven lifetime fates Beloved

We are wild as the storm
Our fates were the harmony of the Beyond
Until we met, jilted by fate
We renewed our vows to
The beauty in everything. Photography Courtesy: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Freebird-378379295

There Are Accomplished Facts of Living in the Present

(One of them is Love)

All day long in spring and song
We lived in eternity’s day
All day long in dew and wind
We lived in summer’s hour of infinity
Against Paradise we stood
Hand in hand, heart to heart
For waves and love and festivity
We lived in eternity’s presence
All day long in joy and mimicry
We called it the Beloved present

It was an accomplished fact
That we decided to Fall in Love

A first outburst of the new dawn
Our very own special New World
All day long we talked and made love
We lived in eternity’s day
All day long in sunlit drapes and fugitive steps
We traced Taiwanese wilderness
In Montreal streets, circling the planet
Against Paradise we touched and ate
Hand in hand, heart to heart
All day long in summer’s hour of infinity

It was an accomplished fact
That we decided to Fall in Love.

Did You Always Keep

Did you always keep
Your love in the present?
How much you never lessened it
Fresh-hearted we were young

Our fate was to know
The love we kept like flying leaves
In the winds of destiny
Red with Autumn’s princess moments

Green with Spring’s princely body-contact
Did you always keep
Your love in the present?
Seldom did we miss the truth
I know all your secrets, my dear, my dear.

True Nature of Spring

I have sung the songs of first birds
Of morning’s wish of the flying away
And clapped my hands for the sun
In the loving gold grace of your eyes
The fault must be mine to
Not know the silence

That comes before the dawn
The minor birds of dream
Have fled my grasp, slippery doves
The humming bird seen once in a lifetime
I have sung the songs of peacocks
To the uncertain harvests of Mandarin

The orchard white, the orchids of Taiwan
All the spring stored of so many years
Of youth’s last wish for love
Those joys usually reserved for God
All this celebration that is the springing of the year
To jump in prayers more subtle than pleasure.

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Ode to Athena

HARK! Hark! the may buds have bloomed
For June’s sweetness two by two
To steer the spring to Summer’s moons
To ope the eyes with golden new care
Hark! Hark! my lady sweet arises
With tiger bites so cherished and glowing
As roses with their sharp cuddling spines
O’ thorns of the night, maiden pink and dear
Hark! Hark! She is my harbinger of Mandarin
All dear Nature’s children she teaches
Art and laughter and good manners
In the sweet melodious air, she is the flower
Of my little life, the petals of my last belonging
Hark! Hark! For love’s sovereign innocence
That can change a life with bells dearly dim
And weddings of culture with a fragrance of spring.

Interview With Tenderness

My own dear love
She’s a chime of gold
With laughter rinsing in her words
And darting goodness for the world

She has compassionate feet
That tread to light candles
For good causes, she is a love song
At the end of the road

With the grace of wood
And the sweetness of June
Her friends are sunlit with smiles
She’s of the dear-loved world

My own beloved has a jubilant flag unfurled
Of what it means to be patriotic
With idioms of high culture
She carries dreams and ignites pathways
*
She is the heart that cannot shrink
The single light of living buds.

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Like Morning Realizations

I’ve got to tell you
There are morning moments when
How I realize I have loved you always
More than the essential nutrients
More than the sunlight
You are in my heart and mouth
Like burning juice
Like noiseless snow
I miss you always
In my little moments
Between “play” and “work”
I’ve got to tell you
I can never truly weep again
While you are here in my life
The clouds of loneliness
Have been washed away
And every thought is like a flute-ring
And every step is through blossoms
There are flowers next to me
When I wake up to your kiss
Last night the stars were not
As numerous as today
I have grown into a beloved passenger
Where love is home
I beg you to stay here
In a crossword puzzle lifetime
Of loving more than life itself.

Absence of Lost Lover Souls

I can scarcely leave you
I am crystalline for you
Trembling, with peace
My cells are in ceaseless wonder

Over your body of water
How could I have lived without you?
My love,

We have found each other
Like fire bites of lives where
We missed each other

Choosing wrong husbands
There was an absence
That left wounds in us

I can scarcely leave you
I am hungry with our blood-tie
Our souls leaving the world

With sweetness on our lips
Perhaps we shall die
Hours from each other

I can scarcely leave you
A minute alone, for it is all
Our selfish eternity of being together.

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With Thy Light & Thunder

Every moment with you
Is the greatest indulgence
A moment of afterwards held on

With inches of magic in the works
Thy face fills me with richest keeping
That I would murmur ‘keeping’

To the ends of the world
Now it is time to sit quiet talking
Finishing your sentences, though
*
We do not speak the same language
How can this be? I overflow with leisure
And hope to be near you again, soon

In desperate hope I go to where
I know you will be, in the corner of your room
I shall find your golden canopy

Of thoughts that whisper into midnight evenings
I shall lift your eager eyes that I may
Kiss you into a deepest fullness

And dip my empty life into your allness-universe
These times are of the shower of mercy
These times are the face of a lost life burst into song.

Photography Credits: Calvin Wu, illustrator: https://www.facebook.com/CalvinWu.Illustration

A Woman of Quality

A woman of quality teaches you Mandarin
She takes refuge in you like
A forsaken valley, she builds there, serves there
To create a good family
She brings fortune, like heartlands that
Side with Heaven’s authority
The world will not turn against her
For her virtues insure success
She has endurance, and a heart of lamp-flames
She sheds light on any situation
A woman of quality teaches children
The ways of the compassionate world
Beyond beauty and rivalry, she empathizes
With the high mountains, the clear spring water
Her tears reach golden lowlands
Like a forsaken widow, or divorced lady
Her smile is the last saving grace
She knows the rumor of pearls, of working hard
She picks flowers and covers berries
In the sleeves of bamboo monuments
And makes a legend out of your life
Hers is the myth that will never die.

The Boys and Girls Have Gone to Fetch the Wine

We’ve lived our lives, been waiting without knowing
We’ve been dreaming before we knew how to love
Oh what an evening is this evening
Of the soul and of finding another
That could live so easily with us
Together in the light of this one sweet lamp
The last light of our beloved witness
With eyes shinning for many glad tomorrows
You tell me you say see me tomorrow and goodnight
I wait for you, like a diamond falling form the sky
Your exclamation has stirred my heart
Into a natural calm of dazed happiness
I am stuck with the beloved of all belovedness
We’ve lived our lives, been hoping without faith
Last time we parted, you didn’t know I would die
But I came back in another form, do you remember me?
Oh what a lifetime is this lifetime
Of the soul and of finding another
That could easily be the one for us forever.