Our Nation, Our History, Our Stories

We realize
that with our mouths sealed
eyes shut and no belief
we wouldn’t stand a chance
so we grew braver
whisper comfort to the frightened
hold the hands of those who are fallen
We are shaped by many stories
colored by pain and grief
but the universe sing to us
when we rise

This is a story of a young dreamer
a lost seeker
a curious believer
a mourning father
a lonely sister

from a dream
into a word
from the bottom of the pit
to the dome that shields a better world

the doctors
soldiers who weep
the builders
preachers who pray in tears
the writers
teachers who never sleep
the leaders
children who laugh lightly

With our weary feet
we create history
From the land of poverty
to the nation of prosperity


The Stream

Can’t sleep
Tonight, the world is expanding
Some would say it’s morning
While the big sphere keeps spinning
new souls being delivered
Trying to make sense of what it is
that we see and what we believe

Time goes by
A mother tucks in her child
in bed dreaming of what might
A night worker heads down a tunnel
sighs and turns on his flashlight

All clocks are ticking in a rhythm
A student grabs her toothbrush
the mirror reflecting a pair of lenses
that have overlooked the little sparks

The wind carries a thousand voices
From all kinds of language
The spoken and the unheard

Tonight, I’m busy arguing with myself
over the right and the wrong
over where I’m supposed to go
over when I can finally write my own song

The systems are growing more complicated
Beliefs shaken
but we have to choose and commit
Born and live in a stream
to die drowning in the sea

With holes in your hearts
dry your tears now
Take care of what you’ve got
Then let me hear your howl
so I can close my eyes
knowing that some things can still be better
and that I can still learn how to swim
through the current of this stream
so I won’t be lost at the sea

A thought that keeps haunting me

I wake up to one fine morning
The cool air caresses my skin
But when I open the door
I remember,

Those who are praying to stay alive
Eating hope for breakfast, rotten hope
Their children brightfully smile
Playing in puddles, in front of a broken door
Houses with no walls
No windows

All my life I’ve been shaped
by the agents of lies
No idea how to change
change all those lives

Sail Away

who stutters
turns the door knob
walks away from home
holds on to the void
a nightmare to avoid
ascends the ladder
made of pictures
grabs the wings
of a singing sin

And fly
Fly up to the night sky

Daylight is so far away
The stars are smiling
upon those who aren’t awake
Dreams are being created
Like marbles rolling
on the floor made of both desires and fears

Deep, deep within every resting mind
Sail, sail away from the merciless time
into the simple complexities
and keep dreaming

Poke the universe
with the tip of your finger
Rearrange the solar system
with your imagination

The Face

Insecure face
screaming in pain
Some layered pretense
hiding the age
The door is right there
but the eyes dart elsewhere

Wide open
Eyes that see rejection

Laughing at the face
They speak words
as sharp as blades
leaving the ears hurt

Now the face is covered in blood
Eyes wide open
Welcoming the incoming flood
of horror and pleasure