Poem 1： Echoe

Through the dust above the silent concrete I smashed

Through the thunders of greyness and clouds I passed

Through the river of greenness and dark alga I stumbled

Through the fire of eternity and judgement I prayed

Through the rock blocking sunlight from the peak I fell;

Through the rain I walk

I walked

I shall walk

And I am walking

Walking not for thy sun beyond

Not for my future in mist

Not for the past curved within

Not for the rain;

But for the river beside, reflecting lights of other banks

For the birds, high in the sky of darkness;

I am walking

For none but the walk.

Poem2： Fire, fired, firing

Oh fire

Last peak of men buried in flesh

Final kiss of star-crossed lovers in ladder

What shalt thee left?

Ah my fellow,

So there you stand

Let us now, you and I

Carry on and end the day

Fall, fall, fall

Thee I pushed under pleaky winters

When My flesh flow beneath

He shalt feed on thy river

Oh heart

Be away from thy flesh

For flesh is that consumes fear

But heart resurrects in such grudge

When you look deep into beyond

He shalt look upon you

With equal redness

Until darkness falls

There fire is no more

But echoes, blooms in red

Permanently,

Burn shall it be

My flesh

Gone with dusts

Thy barn

Fades in ashes

It does not exist

But there he stood

Poem 3： Me, paper

I am from the hammer on the hollow construction frame

Smashing and knocking the concrete underneath

I am from the pen with lucent bar on its body, reminding them of minutes left

While kissing the blank paper, creating a language comprehended by none

I am from two birds of the vast, vast skys of darkness

From two fish of nature, swirling through sea of freedom

I am from one point of a straight line, with two sides never to be differentiated

From two trails in the forest, with one taken and one kept

I am from dreams of virtuality and realism

With the trail of the periodic line, with the fish on two sides of Atlantic, and the bright sky

With the sun falling, but rising still

I am from the lamb on the cross, falling; from the kid in the rain, walking

I am the salvation of the man in fire

I am the redemption of the man under stone, Cupid’s arrows

I am the blank paper, with yet a new story to tell

Poem4：Second

What if

The birds are high in the sky of darkness

The sun is rising tomorrow

However

There is a boy in the rain

Walking for the rain or else,

For his feet

What if

There is such thing as Cupid’s arrows

There is a beton called “Truth”

However

The caveman desires to see the sun

The constructor knocks concrete beneath

What if

Through the darkness there are stars of choices

Through the blue there is freedom

However

The sun rises tomorrow

Its trail seen by none but us

What if

Through the blindness eyes see

Through the lights I walk,

With my own feet

What if

The birds are flying

Through the kid on ground

For none but the second.

Poem 5：Third t

When silver floods rushed down toward darkness

As fire burns down the farm and the boy in front

Be left what shall

When steel men walked onto stairs of hang

As stone rolls down the man and the sun underneath

Be left what shall

While birds fly high, stars in deep sky, fast I walk

As you tipped onto scent of wonder, my barn

Present I am, present I am at

Be Left I shall