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.