Dying Days

Fragile and aged

She lies past her days

Wrinkles on her skin from the sun

She labors

Bodies gather around

Love ones she neighbors

No speech…

Through eyes she speaks

With each contact momentous

Strenuous

She reaches

For a hand to bridge the distance

Saving the memories

Before she relinquish

Shrivel

Our people are dying

No one is trying

To keep us alive

We assimilate

And forget

What we have inside

Put on a cover

The norms of others

Traditions dwindle

Like hearts that shrivel

Through the Glass

Peer through the glass

Vision so vague

Lines of your body

Cannot take shape

Pixels of your portrait

Scattered over the place

Memories hazed from the day we kiss

Remnants of your taste

Lingers on my lips

Peering through the glass

That separates our relationship

The Hungry Villager

Fingers sandy

Tough as bark

Small crevices

Weary

Across the arcs of her palm

Calm as the wilderness

She wanders diligent

Wheels squeaking

Motion sluggish

Slowly Inclined

Her mind steeps

Thinking

She can finally eat

Moment Interrupted

A sweet, dewy scent swept under my nostrils,

As I pushed open the window.

I gazed into the stars,

Watched it twinkle.

While the icy hands of the winds,

Gently touched my skin.

The sound of crickets echoed.

I was one with nature.

A moment in peace, tranquil.

…………….

BANG!  BANG!

Shots rang across the neighborhood,

Terrified, shocked…I stood.

Then turned and ran to take cover,

Underneath my blankets, I shivered.

With fright,

Until I was swallowed by night.

The Invasion

They’re coming! They’re coming!

In the faint night air

Their feet rustle.

Hurry let’s hide daddy!

Rustles amplified

Into rolling thunders of stampede.

We need to get out of here!

Clouds of fog puffed into the air

Like a train traveling through the cold.

They’re going get us!

Erie shouts of desperation

Of ghost heard in the distance

Oh no!

Stood there, faces of stone

No mercy,

Inhuman

Daddy!

 

Where is our Homeland?

They say our people is always seeking our homeland

Migrating and searching

For decades,

To centuries,

To millennium,

Even until the present

The search continues…

South to southeast..

West…….

North to far Far East

Across mountains….

Jungles……..plains…

……..deserts

Still remain

Searching…

Europe to China

America to Americas

Walking…walking

Still….

………….searching

Alien

January 1987,

Stepped into a world that is very different

Lights at night, cars, and skyscrapers

Scare of giants, they try to eat you

In the eyes of an immigrant

Everything is unclear

Only belief…

Is from the rumors we hear

A sense of fear shakes even the bold

Scary tales of America were once told

Standing outside the airplane

Now faced with

Many faces

All staring…

Looking….

Sky eyes

Snow skin

                        Shadow people

Burnt hair

                        Pierced

            Fierce

All unique and different

Friends or foes?

We don’t know……