Broken endocardium

See through my eyes The green is the garden in which  I bled It’s hard to forget My passion was built on a lie I dissected things that lived no more They fell dead at my feet I’d marry you in a heartbeat Since I don’t know what else to live for The past is seated in the car Driving towards more trouble I’m sure you’re smitten with my double For I know who you really are It’s the crimson in which we bathe The red sea of life keeps me warm But my femininity already torn I don’t know if I still have faith   For E. (by Paula Cheung (c) January...

McCandless (Supertramp)

            There are thousands of empty caves With enough room for your heart waves And your love for Pasternak and Tolstoy Guiding you through a rope of mortal coils   The road covered with determined footsteps The world formed upon your own concept The awareness of a society’s failed ID Your choice to be footloose and fancy-free   Though the family cannot stop but wonder Your absence made their heart grow fonder And your sister’s tears of understanding Keep you safe in the wild, undemanding   With merely one regret of the very few The moose was more than you could chew The hunter’s notes on a lonely day The only living companion is your prey   A lonesome predator with no pack or herd Human happiness only exists when shared Forgiveness through years of solitude One last breath from the northern latitude...

A little escape

Rainy Blending in quite well Halfway through Too much ginger ale Nasty confessions Need to be said I’m becoming a good actress Still miss Audrey Hepburn Thinking about Alaska Highway A little escape My voice is tired My mouth is, too Most of the words I utter Don’t have to be Some breaths you’d rather save for Yoga It’s an exhale Not a word I don’t like to utter words Still rainy… The sound of rain splashing against the leaves These are not words The sound does it all Still blending in To distract myself From nasty thoughts I know it needs to be done An actress needs to reveal And hide Transform emotions Thinking about the sun in Austin A little escape My voice is still  tired My mouth is dry But some words have to...

Melting paths

Following the path that melts into the unknown Stirring all the incidents, drifting away from home Wandering through a mist of reminiscence Resulted by the unreliable narrator’s innocence True lies in the body of fiction is reinvention Of the beauty and ugly in a more accurate...

Remaining silent

Silent is the cold Not a single word spoken Just another memory to unfold Here’s another glass door broken Love stories remaining untold Where are you going with the Subway token ? Who are you looking to hold???

I stole from Tom Waits

Lay your head on where my heart used to be Sweet whispers drowned under the sea Forgotten words and heartbeats Say goodbye with the last breath of defeat   Rest your head on the green grass Think of me sharp as the clouds pass And if the sky falls upon your head The memories will long be dead   Lay your head on where my heart used to be Hear the mocking bird demean my plea Forgotten looks and promises Bidding farewell to love’s premises   I stole from Tom...