Can I share with you
©Rhyme Child / September 18, 2006
Can I share my sorrow with you
Would you hear the murmurs in my heart
If I tell you about our sweet dog, Jaeka
and the lasting dialogue we had
in our last minute commune with her
Can I shed my tears beside you
Could you see the lights in the crystals
when I need you to hold me still, my love
while we are singing our silent hymn with her
filling in the final piece of her perfect circle on earth
Can she hear us like I can you
"One journey ends, another begins
Awaiting is a new birth of a new you
in the heavenly world beyond
You're our sweetest thing
and our always love
You're forever young
...."
May I share my empty-ness with you
Can you feel the crowded-ness in me
Would you understand if I tell you
that I have transpired
all my tears into many crystal-lights
enlightening the new path of a fresh fire
in her After-Life life
Can you see the lights in the crystals, my love
Can you find your way, Jaeka
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Saturday, August 05, 2006
The Hawaiian Half-Full Moon
Chapter One
We are sure in our guts that we see
his spirit or soul, like a thin smoke,
ascend.
From the foot of the woody back hills
into the half-mooned sky
over the warm Hilo tide...
which ebbs,
in a native Hawaiian accent,
and stabs,
shamelessly...
like a drunken sailor gone mad,
into the side of the peaceful silver beach sand.
Or,...
Is it the clouds in our welling eyes?
Under a sea of simmering stars,
like two hapless parents just lost their most loved child
we sob, aloud, in silent grace
feeling nothing but sorrow inside,
over our old Earl Grey's
new death.
He's The smartest cat we have ever had.
Chapter Two
Still like yesterday, we remembered,
he came in to say goodbye
in our half-awake dreams
No pain, nor sorrow
he just sat there in the silent darkness
No tears, nor cries
only affectionate stares we exchanged
We were glad he's gone gracefully in peace.
Still so vividly the spirit of his often returned
riding the cool breezes of the Southern Pacific Trade Wind
into our insomniac dreams
while the night's deepened
Farewell, we said, be well Earl Grey, our child
while he remains, as always, silent
as mute as the half-full moon fallen
atop the distant quarter-mile-high mountain
It's impossible, we acknowledge, to have him once again
rubbing our thighs during the days
licking our faces at nights
and pulling our hairs
whenever we're in a chair
Or, play with him again the pin-pun game
for the old times' sakes...
O...
We shall be delighted to have him again
night after night
sleep against our sides
as it has always been
ever since the day he was only a little bitty bean.
Chapter 3
A Song Of Silent Words
There is a song keeps playing
in our head
We can't just make it out what it exactly singing
It's a song of silent words.
There is a picture always displaying
with no playhead
live images of Earl Grey in his hey day
He's never dead
Only taking another journey in another world.
It's like almost a melody of a reality
that contains no real entities
but forever eternity.
In the rolling live show We sees
cascading mountains and many seas
We sees we are seeing him playing
live
with his darling sister Darjiling
his childhood pal and company for life
We sees they are live in their old days
They touch noses they change notes
They run and chase and they wheel
on, and on...
They groom they rub and they wanton
Nothing to dare or fear
All is cheer
Life as usual
Everything is real
As real as the big sea
As far as We can see.
There is a melodic song in a lively picture
always playing...
keeps turning the wheels
within.
We begin to sing
without
aloud
to the song of silent words.
--- The End (or, never) ---
Chapter One
We are sure in our guts that we see
his spirit or soul, like a thin smoke,
ascend.
From the foot of the woody back hills
into the half-mooned sky
over the warm Hilo tide...
which ebbs,
in a native Hawaiian accent,
and stabs,
shamelessly...
like a drunken sailor gone mad,
into the side of the peaceful silver beach sand.
Or,...
Is it the clouds in our welling eyes?
Under a sea of simmering stars,
like two hapless parents just lost their most loved child
we sob, aloud, in silent grace
feeling nothing but sorrow inside,
over our old Earl Grey's
new death.
He's The smartest cat we have ever had.
Chapter Two
Still like yesterday, we remembered,
he came in to say goodbye
in our half-awake dreams
No pain, nor sorrow
he just sat there in the silent darkness
No tears, nor cries
only affectionate stares we exchanged
We were glad he's gone gracefully in peace.
Still so vividly the spirit of his often returned
riding the cool breezes of the Southern Pacific Trade Wind
into our insomniac dreams
while the night's deepened
Farewell, we said, be well Earl Grey, our child
while he remains, as always, silent
as mute as the half-full moon fallen
atop the distant quarter-mile-high mountain
It's impossible, we acknowledge, to have him once again
rubbing our thighs during the days
licking our faces at nights
and pulling our hairs
whenever we're in a chair
Or, play with him again the pin-pun game
for the old times' sakes...
O...
We shall be delighted to have him again
night after night
sleep against our sides
as it has always been
ever since the day he was only a little bitty bean.
Chapter 3
A Song Of Silent Words
There is a song keeps playing
in our head
We can't just make it out what it exactly singing
It's a song of silent words.
There is a picture always displaying
with no playhead
live images of Earl Grey in his hey day
He's never dead
Only taking another journey in another world.
It's like almost a melody of a reality
that contains no real entities
but forever eternity.
In the rolling live show We sees
cascading mountains and many seas
We sees we are seeing him playing
live
with his darling sister Darjiling
his childhood pal and company for life
We sees they are live in their old days
They touch noses they change notes
They run and chase and they wheel
on, and on...
They groom they rub and they wanton
Nothing to dare or fear
All is cheer
Life as usual
Everything is real
As real as the big sea
As far as We can see.
There is a melodic song in a lively picture
always playing...
keeps turning the wheels
within.
We begin to sing
without
aloud
to the song of silent words.
--- The End (or, never) ---
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Half-Deaf Journals
chapter one
Above the gray sky in the violence of solace
a crow flies
a flight of no effort in the silence
of supersonic speed.
drawing traces of ripples only in a man's mind of stillness
while he cries
to the wilderness of emptiness
above.
Beneath the subconsciousness
like the moss upon an seasoned old tree
i crawl
upon a journey to the known futures of uncertainty
a designed destiny by the divined broken promises
sticking in my craw
like a snake swimming upstream the cripple creak
i fall
every step i take
heavily back into the downstream
beneath.
while i can still hear in the roar of solace
of his deafening supersonic silence
in my other ear.
Above the gray sky in the violence of solace
a crow flies
a flight of no effort in the silence
of supersonic speed.
drawing traces of ripples only in a man's mind of stillness
while he cries
to the wilderness of emptiness
above.
Beneath the subconsciousness
like the moss upon an seasoned old tree
i crawl
upon a journey to the known futures of uncertainty
a designed destiny by the divined broken promises
sticking in my craw
like a snake swimming upstream the cripple creak
i fall
every step i take
heavily back into the downstream
beneath.
while i can still hear in the roar of solace
of his deafening supersonic silence
in my other ear.
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