That’s Life
If you watch closely
Of how misery
And being happy
Come together side by side
You won’t be worry
Because after every sunset, there will be stars
I ask myself why I’m here
Is it for the snow and the green trees
Or the frosted river
Or memories and melting heart
I ask myself why I’m here
The prayers chants sounds like my unspoken wishes
How in the place like this
The words “I wish you were here” is so overrated
And “wish I’m not here” is more often heard
I ask myself why I’m here
The answer came from the temple
The thousands stories unfold before me
In silence
Dislocation
I envy those who envy me for traveling.
Sometimes I sit on a foreign street in a busy cafe,
imagining you wishing you were here,
feeling for the first time the thrilling flush
of wanting to be elsewhere,
the frisson of happiness that wishes bring.
And so I sit quietly knowing that now
it’s time to figure out just what it is
I meant to do here.
-Simon Constam
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As much as I can stand
You look lovelier tonight than I remember.
I’m so glad I got to see you once again.
I’ve enjoyed just sitting here and reminiscing,
But I’ve enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
There’s so much more between us than this table.
All those years, all those dreams, all those plans.
Guess you know without me saying I still love you,
But I’ve enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
So you say you’re happy now you’ve found a new love.
Tell him I said he’s a lucky, lucky man.
No, I don’t think I’ll have time to see his picture.
I’ve enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
There’s so much more between us than this table.
All those years, all those dreams, all those plans.
Guess you know without me saying I still love you,
But I’ve enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
Bill Anderson
Love
If you were coming in the fall,
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed,
I’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemens land.
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
-Emily Dickinson
To Helen
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o’er a perfum’d sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
By Edgar Allan Poe (1831)
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save.
~ Mary Oliver ~
What we wish and will and strive for
We pray high powers to grant.
For free man, you do not make yourself, and your own life
The eagle’s flight is always fast enclosed,
The Almighty bends our will, our strength,
As the wind bends the wheat.
Still lay the ground out,
Plan your castles,
Mark the way you wish to travel.
The earth is wide and beautiful,
Choose your fate and seek your way,
By your own light.
God watches all the while,
And guides your foot-steps unaware.
-Peter Augustus De Genestet
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Why I Left Murakami’s
I’m not gonna lie and said I’m okay
I’m not gonna pretend I didn’t see this coming
It’s not possible and I’m not gonna say I can do this
I’m not gonna stand, looking like I’m strong
Turned out, I’m just an ordinary
Stop expecting me that much
I know
There’s no such thing as
Owning you
Last night
You make me remember 2 things
You’re not mine
And I have to deal with it
Morning Thoughts
Funny how I forget things when I remember you
I forget my fear of traveling alone
I book tickets to places I never been before
How I thought that will prove my very love
Then I expect you just like the ordinary guy
Smile, welcome me, can’t wait to show me around
I want to meet your life too, experience your little path when you’re lazy to bring your car
When the polite lady offer you tuna sandwich and you ended up eating that for the rest of the week
Whose names you mention whenever we talk, I want to meet them too
I do expect randomness
From the way you shiver from cold because I wear your coat
Don’t blame me because it’s supposed to be summer
When we pass by the gym
And you said you once a private trainer
You used to have six-packs
I repeat the ‘used to’
At the intersection, you chase me
Enjoying the moment
And we walked in the wrong direction
I pull out my phone from my bag to check the maps
You said, “We don’t need maps
With you, I have arrived”
you always say dreams are stories
written in cursive, in veins on the inside
of our eyelids
and i lie when i say
i never dream,
i can’t read cursivebecause i can, and i do, it’s just
that i’d rather be awake, with you.
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