A Heart Story

You gave me a gift. You told me it was a heart.

I accepted your gift. I called it my heart.

I found a hole on one side. You filled the hole in my heart.

You felt the hole from one side. I found you in my heart.

You said you had to depart anew. I told you my heart is with you.

I drilled a hole in my heart. You made a mark in my life.

I gave you a gift back. I told you it was the hole in my heart.

Snow, okaeri

Here heaven has come,
As cloud-covered earth kiss sky
Next my angel by
Okaeri nasai
Two weeks, earth and heaven, done
Eternally one.

Where in the world are we now?

Where in the world am I now?
I am so far away from you
Yet, so close to deadline.

Where in the world are you now?
You are so far away from me
Yet, so close to deadline.

If we are in the same world
We can meet at our deadline.

In space, we may be so far
In time, we will soon be one.

Heading home at midnight's autumn (20120926)

 http://www.thefoxisblack.com (slumber)

Outside
I see a house,
A familiar place
That warms me
In cold nights.

Outside
I see a soul,
A familiar figure
Vanishing into the darkness
Of the night.

Outside
I see myself
In a body
Numbed for loneliness
Lacking of warmth
Trapped in a future
Of tomorrow's sight.

Inside
I see the house
An unfamiliar place
That mystifies me
In a lost sense.

Inside
I see my soul
An unfamiliar figure
Sinful of worldly pursuits
Fearful of divine truths
Damned and unsaved,
And yet loved.

Inside
I see no one
Except an emptiness
Of a beating heart
Filled with excesses
Of longing
For a house,
A soul,
Someone
To be
Here.

I, One, and You

Hey, 
Look, 
I won't leave you, 
I'd be beside you, 
Until we become one. 
Some may come and some may go; 
Others may not come, but I'll never go. 
I look natural here with you.
I'd wait for time until it says, it's time. 
Until then, 
I mean to be with you. 
Look, 
I'm not going.
Hey!


-Berlin, 27072012

Welcome to the University for Peace (UPeace)

Believe me, I’ve been there
It’s not what you think it is now
It won’t be what you will think of it next year
It’s UPeace, where dreamers meet
Restless traveler's souls find solace 
On a hill nearly touching the sky

Dreaming and imagining of a better place 
Than here, a more peaceful time
Than now, a solution to problems never tried
Yet so true in minds, in hearts
Keep the truth, nurture it
You will be challenged, shaken
Disturbed by the very friends
And people whom you thought will be with you 

No longer
Alone, treasure the moment 
In picnic park 
Feel the serenity of lakes
Enjoy companionship too
Even ducks go by their peers
Walk up and down the campus
Get to know people along the way

Play table tennis with Esteban (he’s good)
Talk to Williams in German and show your ID (“boys and girls”)
Share a joke with Eddy and Oscar (they will reciprocate it)
Play chess with Ross (beat him if you can)
Discuss, debate with resident and visiting professors
Don’t believe what they say without asking
They too aren’t sure of the question
Visit the library (even if no one is there)
Borrow at least one book unrelated to your studies
Trust me, it will keep you sane
Eat at least once in cafeteria 
To know a better food exists somewhere
Be lazy, sleep, rest (you deserve it)
But read a lot, keep reading
While you feel lazy, sleepy, tired
If not, go out for heaven’s sake
Find inspiration in classmates, teachers 
In nature, food, places, movies, music
Wherever, because you will not have all the time
Time is the most elusive there
But you will have UPeace.
Experience it
Be open
Respect others
You know they are different
Do not dwell on the differences
Again, believe me
I can go on, and on
But it is not what I say it here
It’s UPeace
It is.

A Walk Along Parallel Streets

You asked me then why
Of all two people be together
For reasons alone or no other
Why on earth you and i

Over time i thought about it
searching for the right intention
When the brief moment's logic
Is equal to the psycho of my own

All im asking is your time
Needs not feel spilled nor wasted
Like the waters in the run
In your hand, keep not instead

Be not afraid, my dear one
I am no like your ghastly ghost
Rather a knight to a damsel
For you, i shall be one of those

Now i hope it made perfect sense
Somewhere written maybe the two of us
There is a feel of effervescence
Oh together, we can only do so much.

Sorry

What happens now?

Let me start with a thought of going overboard - crossing that line
It does not mean without destination's godsend
What is a journey without end?

I am sorry.

Let me start with the time when something seemed usual with us
It does not divine this halt
What is my stop?

I am sorry.

Let me start all over again
It does open
What?

I am sorry.

Let me start
It does
?

I am sorry.

Let me
It

I am sorry.

Let me

I am

Sorry.

What?

Nothing
Comes from
Withoutness
Of possession.

Have I

And it
Goes on
On
To speak
In this
Possessionless
Being without.

Coming home (Tadaima!)

I'm home!

Now that I see you again
I remember what makes rose appealing
What drives birds to sanctuary places
Is it purely of God's blessings and graces?

When the day begins and ends, here
In this moment nothing comprehends, cheer
Is it the unexpressed joy that extends a lifetime?

Where wind blows day-in and day-out
Where the water flows quietly running about
Is it a weird wonder that everyday is a hello and goodbye?

Who helps me shape this amazingly great life
Who sustains me in my dreaming flight
Is it the hushed breath beside me sleeping at night?

Why people have to leave and be away somewhere
Why they go out far if the beloved is near
Is it a plain oversight of what is in our life truly dear?

How people line up, squeeze their size just to get home
How glad they are if they make it through

Is it these questions or if you only knew?
How I always long and pray to see you
Again and again, everyday home is always you.

Misgiving

I admit that I looked for you
And I failed to find the ease of my restlessness
Though I know it was somewhere
But my certainty ended when weariness ceased me
I was lost in the millions sight of you
One face, one voice, one smile
Were those too much to see in one body?
To have a glimpse of heaven
An angel in this humanity
When I am in earth-spell
Each in a lifetime
Once in a man's life
This is true, purely becoming
Of someone sanely new
Yet I was searching for
Someone I did not lose
Was I reaching for the falling star?
But I did not see your trace in the sky
Or you dropped silently, invisibly
Yet still I could not find you
More so I thought
Perhaps somebody had found you
You might have been sought
Already without me.

Virtually You and Me

Press the button, and I am on
Click OK, and I do it
Drag the mouse, and I go around
Type my name, and I am an open file.

We are far apart, and yet close by skype
We are close, and yet my CAPS LOCK.

Log in, and you are on
Press ENTER, and you do it
Touch the pad, and you go around
SHIFT the letters, and that's bit too much.

Don't you know that there are two shifts?
Below one shift is CONTROL,
Beside the other is END,
And on top of it is ENTER.

Be careful then when you SHIFT;
You may be under CONTROL,
Or nearing the END,
Or mistaken to ENTER something new.

Space is the longest key
Every now and then, please space yourself
PauseBreak
Otherwise, you can always ESCAPE.
Or yet, DELETE.

Go down from there,
Or up a page,
HOME is waiting and me.

Life's Decision

Clouds fall from heaven,
Marked each way to one's delight
Now I go, engaged.

Autumn oxymoron

Falling
on the ground,
leaves
scattered,
Are they still leaves?

Hopping,
on the ground,
birds
pecking all day
Are they still birds?

wish i could hang around like a hammock..
waiting for someone to rock me...
that life is not up in the sky, tree
or down on the ground,
nor a push to move
or pull to get close,
nor left or right ideologue

Nor life is an OR,
but an AND..

In between,
the stillness and suspension of breathing..

wishing I could..

wish I could savor the moment..
the unfound peace in contradictions of the little atoms in me.

31 days

Please,
count with your heart.
Then you will realize that our heart does not count.
it simply waits lovingly,
beats patiently, and
looks forward to each beating for a love that keeps the rhythm going..

Please,
count with your eyes closed.
Then you will realize that counting is not having chronological numbers,
but having what matters most in our lives.

Days are long,
nights are restless.
but we remain as solid as 1,2,3 certainty,
as the dusk of our days and dawn of our nights.

Sweet estranged lives

When was coffee unlike the night parting for early dawn;
dark, strong, and brewing of energy in the air.

When was night unlike coffee getting cold and aroma gone;
dull, strong, and unscreaming of a muted affair.

When, o when..

Was it when the songs became my music?
Was it when I befriended my lonesome self?

You know, I woke up this morning without a thought of you.
I did not seek your warmth, and enjoyed the morning dew.
Alone, I went on.

I was OK and you're away,
I was fine without a kiss.

Damn it! each and everyday
Steadily, I hate this.

Some Senryus of UPeace memories

Submission

Deadline tomorrow
Number of words incomplete
What the heck! I’ll sleep.


In love

Falling hard like rain
Millions of drops pushing down
My heart, falling too.


Choices

Fiestas, beach outings
discos, traveling around
Homeworks, anyone?

Some haikus of UPeace memories

Wondering

Aloft birds are free
Overlooking you and me
Who gets the best view?



Separation

As the bus moved on,
I looked around to see you
Not in this bus, sigh.


Objectivity

Glass windows see through
I’m inside, watching airplane
And a bird crashes.

Living the Dream Made Forty Years Ago: In Memory of Martin Luther King, Jr.

Forty years, forty years ago
A dream was told
For me and for you
Beautiful, equally bold.

My father kept that dream
In his heart, hopeful;
My mother sang the dream
With her lullabies, glorious.

My brothers played the sports
Representing the stars and banner;
My sisters cheered them all
Knowing my brothers a winner

Too, I have a dream now
One day, my father, mother
Brothers and sisters will come
Living this dream, together.

Same dream made and told,
Forty, forty years ago.

Suddenly you

listless living

daily grinding
of worldly pursuits

walking aimlessly
crowded streets, various sights
life's distractions

i saw you, suddenly

spirits awoken
voices resonating with mine

little by little, each step
pursuits, distractions, sights, streets
leading to you clearly

now
when i see you
i see
my future.