Fukushima 2011

As crimson blisters melt
my leaking umbrella
and toxic rain finds me
I read a sign...

HALF PRICE RAINCOATS

but...

The labels says
(Made in Chernobyl)

and the shop is empty.

While across the street
the bakery has run out of flour
yet, people form a queue

and...

the old man they call Kenbosho
chokes on '45 memories.

@Hellon 17th July 2012

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SUNGSAH: Dictionary for email address ( အဘိဓာန္အတြက္ အီးေမးလ္လိပ္စာ)

SUNGSAH: Dictionary for email address ( အဘိဓာန္အတြက္ အီးေမးလ္လိပ္စာ)

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Suicide Bridge

My father praised me relentlessly
from my birth; he would often say
that it is I - of all his sons - would
bring him glory, and that it is I,
who would reign over his enemies.
He would speak greatly of me; from
dusk till dawn to anyone within an
earshot. Many were amazed by my
stature and prestige - as if I was
born into royalty.

But I pondered of my father on many
nights; I have never spoken to him much,
and always addressed him by a formal 'sir',
hesitating to look in his fierce eyes. I cannot
recall any arbitrary conversations or a genuine
laughter shared by a father and son - he never
took the time to learn what my interests are.

I watched my father stumble about drunk off
euphoria, as the horsemen of the chariot
of time signaled to his entourage and horse
that it was time to move on. My father in his
drunken state would ramble of his single most
greatest accomplishment - me, for I was a "sight
to marvel at, the epitome of human ingenuity
and persistence, his greatest legacy that would
remain immortal in the hearts of all men."

- but it was when I reached adulthood,
that I began to have nightmares of my
troubled past -

From that queer day in the midst of April
when I was born till this very moment - I
have safeguarded a secret that no one
knows about. I have never uttered a word
to a single soul - in my fear of my father,
as he would tremble in utter disgust and
disappointment. I must confess that I am
a grim reaper - for I witnessed silently in
shock, the desperate pleas of people to
provide them with a route of this cruel
forsaken world. I'm ashamed to say that
I willingly helped them with the faint
markings of a smile - as I plunged their
souls into an ocean of misery.

I would often chuckle at the
sight of the ocean being stained
with their blood - it was then I
knew that I am disturbed.

-----
I still remember the day when
my mother told me that I was
a bastard child - for I have many
men that claim me as their son.



Written for a club contest.
(A poem about the history of the Golden Gate Bridge

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In Hiding

We talk in whispers,
your voice a highway to my curves and
I find your hands to be an unspoken grace,
fingerprints designed with time bombs and missions
that rock like lily pads on an unsettled lake.

I've been considering my body a wetland lately,
there's a crocodile hunger in my bite and I'm always
craving for your love, but while my body breathes
a bed of milkweed I find poison in your touch
and our tongues double Dutch like we've
been speaking through laughs of subtlety -

too scared to be honest but it's your secrets
that flood my body with a flame and those
same secrets that create an atlas of ice.

I'm not sure why we've been hiding - always
have been dangling toes across maps of time
and I've been exploring a body no longer mine
that brought us to the brink of destruction while
we often ponder what could have ever happened
to the moonlight in the sky - it's been shaded
by the clouds for far too long now.

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Love is color Blind

Love is color Blind

It don't matter if you're black white or yellow, if you're brown or red let's get down to thatlove is color-blind

Verse 1:I remember whrenI was a child and couldn't understandpeople having fun discriminating all the different onesmama just used to say when you grow up you'll maybe find a wayto make these people see that everything I do comes back to me

Bridge:You gotta live your livewe're all the same, no one's to blamethey gotta live their livesjust play the game and let love reign

Chorous:It don't matter if you're blackwhite or yellow, if your brown or red let's get down to thatlove is color-blindyou're my brother, you're my friendall that matters in the very endis to understandlove is color-blind

TQ:I remeber as a young boy I watched my neighbourhood go up in flames I saw the whole thang thru tears of pain and a situation's rackin' my brain I wish I could fly away and never come back againwe need some lvoe y'all we need some real deal help from above y'all I mean the kids watchin'and I just can't see it stoppin', I don't understand I mean we all bleed the same blood, man!

Bridge: You gotta live your lifebetter than our fathers didlet's make some love, baby, have some kidsthey gotta live their livesand I don't care what color they are, or u are, or we areit's all love, baby!

C-Part:You have been my motheryou could have been my brotherwhat if you were my sisterif you were my father? you could have been my fellayou could habe been my teacherwhat if you were my friend?would be so nice to meet ya

Verse 2:take it out to the worldtell every boy and every little girlbe proud of yourselfcause you're as good as anybody elseput away your prejudiceopen your mind, don't need a stick to thistry to make this earth a better place without a racial curse

TQ: Yeah, it's time for some changes

May God bless youLove is color Blind - Sarah Connor.mp3AYake

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