Raindrops In Heaven

why does it
when it rains
I feel so serene?

as if nothing
could stand my way
in being
human.

teardrops from heaven
glistening in lamplight
falling upon the joyous shrubs
and greens

the messenger of life
the adventurer of spirit
and a westerner
to the easterner.

and there goes the thunder
with its heavenly screams
and its bright light
tearing the skies.

there goes the flash of light
as hot as a thousand suns
as bright as the day
and as feared as life itself.

why does it
that when the rain stops
it felt so strange?

the messenger
had completed its journey
and scorned
shall be the light.

Saga Of The Dead

Solemn prayers for those who think
Requiems to those who die upon a bastard act

Do not live in disharmony
Live in harmony

Do not die in disharmony
Die in harmony

Rest in peace
My brothers

And tears shall not fall
Because patriotism
Is just another cause
Not for it
To fall.

Storm

All the storms are coming to me, all the deadly bodies are wrenching upon my guts and attacking me.
Yet I rest, through it all, I rest in dignity and peace.

Will anybody ever see my dead body?
Will anybody ever scramble upon my dead corpse?
Will anybody ever pulse upon my terrified being?

The storm rages on.

Building Blocks of A Lonely Life

Three cuts, four cuts,

Five cuts, six cuts.

Three blocks, four blocks,

Five blocks, six blocks.

Just walk along the stoney side of the road,

Where pebbles gather and stones remember.

Just walk lonely,

Alone, without anyone by your side.

Seven blocks, eight blocks,

Nine blocks, ten blocks.