HOPE

It was the time of sadness and sorrow
The sky was dark and saw no tomorrow
My heart was broken, a bowl of blood
My chest a volcano of molten flood
Streets were graveyard of moving dead
No morning, no noon, dusk of eternal red
Then I met Max, a veteran of old age
Who had seen life and death to become sage
He told me the story of a man with one shoe
In ice and snow, running in pursue
A sorry and sad man for bare foot
Desiring to be happy with another boot
Then he met a man with one leg
Chained to earth as a beast to peg
He forgot his sadness in man’s sorrow
And remembered a brighter tomorrow

Saddle the Cloud

I will saddle the cloud for you
to ride to land of dreams
I will whip the storm to yield
To you for a pleasant ride
I will tell the sky to become glen
With daisies and acacias on your way
To hiding place of my love
Rise like the dawn
Shine as the sun
Touch the time
Make me immortal
I open my hands
The nest of singing birds
To let the bird fly
Run like water
Rain like spring clouds
Gentle and fresh
Turn me green
In the color of your eyes
I will saddle the wind
For you to ride to land of dreams
Between two moments of aspiration

Year of Obama

Summer is at door, hot, humid, and rainless

Earth is torched, thirsty, brown and famished

Birds of Golf dying in oil, soaked from wing to wing

Helpless, heartbroken of manmade greed disaster

This is the year of Obama


Flotilla is broken; blood is shed on the deck of 6th ship

Children of Gaza are hungry, no pain medicine, and no shelter

World roared in rage for blockade and cruelty

Obama remained cautious, silent, mute, unchanged

This is the year of Obama


Homes are lost, hope is sick, and honey bees are dying

Trees are leafless, sky is empty, and laughter is dead

Families are in distress, no job, no work, and no possibilities

Text books are battle field of faith and science

This is the year of Obama


Drums of war in full swing, disaster on horizon

Devil in clothe of angel, angel in chain

Empty promises, see of no change, bending to lobbies

Gray hair is mine, gray sky is mine, pain is mine

This is the year of Obama

Duality

A lane splits at my door
One ends to hate and one to adore
Like man, half evil, half good
An angel of heaven or beast of wood
Made of dirt and breeze of spring
Extended beyond yet a simple being
A pearl in shell or Pandora’s box
A lamb of herd and a forest fox