When Life

Sometimes, things grow heavy
Heavy in your swollen eyes filled with gravy
Yet is it not a heaviness in your heart so long and far
A grief you cannot escape thus far?

Sometimes, my face grows heavy
I speak to myself all day
As my jolted heart bears no more
To speak to mouths of stone and molton iron

Sometimes, my heart feels cold
An empty heart with a soul
Yet a black-hole finds its way in part
As mind and heart segmented, one in a jar

Sometimes, when I do feel sad
I tell myself to smile
For it is right to smile in vain
For life can only travel this far

Sometimes, when life comes to pass
I will fly like a bird
Forgotten
Into the past

Into happiness in part

De zhong

The Ghost

I see him walking down the cobbled street
His eyes of grey reflecting desires I seek
A boy of 15 so forlorn and cold
Dreams of a beautiful past I have told
Sometimes I see him, beneath the cornea of my eye
A shadow of the past, a memory of mine
For the ghosts of your past will pass away
As the nights of your dreaming turns to day
Where do they go when they leave?
They go into the shadows, shifting like thieves
Sometimes I see him, beneath the distractions of time
A poor little boy, not theirs nor mine
But belonging to no one, not adored and forgot
By all who walks through life blind
Happiness they do not find
Someday, when they do die
They will find themselves like this boy
Unable to let go, to let go of their insignificant toys
In limbo for the rest of their days
Fading memories of fate
Repeating past and undue mistakes
Undone
Are the doors in their heart
For it was no more.

De Zhong

Eradicating This Pig-let of a Bully

Dreaming of forgetting unhappy memories
I let my mind set free
Although in my nightmares, sometimes
this girl, clad in white, with a large mouth, ratty nose comes
a devilish smirk on her face, her voice as loud as Medea's scream
I falter in my footsteps to friendship
I lie down squirming in self agony
I am silent.
Running away is stationary
I use my leg-claws
Dug a massive hole with due unintention
And I hide from this monster
And similarly from all other angels
This will not do, though my wings remain clipped
I will grow them back, shed my heavy weight of a heart
Fly free and set free
The mocked bird lying forlornly in my stone heart
I will grow to find you so
To love what I have lost
To regain cheerful memories which unkind words have robbed
To be free from the clutches of hypocrisy and arrogance
And unkind words
Of the Bully.

Happy faces.

The Wait

Waiting patiently for my days to go by.
For it to be over,
where I can stroll guiltless through trees of green
where I can think free
run free away from all this madness
written madness of life

Dancing zebras are what I dream of

as Life is more than I can say
more than I can feel
more than I can take
The instantaneous detail
the momentary happiness and fear of the unknown
few unknown
few unspoken
much left to hear
that one cannot hear
one that one may avoid
and seek to find
some meaning
in depths of meaningless struggle
for momentary pride and favor
with beings not worth your respect
of elderly snobbery
and gossip
and laugh
and lust of gleeful words
of sniggering hurts
of life not well lived