Friday, February 4, 2011

Chicken & Stir-Fry

To my friend whom I love very much.

I remember
For it was just 2 weeks ago-

Chicken and stir-fry
On a plate

Laughter flowed
In easy streams
As we sat down
And prayed together

Over chicken and stir-fry
On a plate

It was you,
The daughter
And your sister
Mother, father
And then sat me,
The best friend

And for a moment,
There we were:

Chicken and stir-fry,
Easy laughter
We were a family
Two weeks ago

Then fast forward
To today

I got your call
This morning
My jaw dropped down
And my heart froze
As your words pierced
My deepest dreams,

"My mother, my father,"
You said to me
In blackest words
"Are splitting up."

And I cried out
To Jesus Christ,
I asked Him,
"Why these words?"

My heart was sad
My heart was angry

And I can't believe
The family I know
The family I love

Has shattered apart

I cry for you all-

Two daughters, a father
One mother and memories:
Chicken and stir-fry
On a plate.


I remember
In scorching summers
The final hours
Of pulsing sun
When, just before
The darkness came,
In heavy curtains
And whispered winds,
The magic of
The steel-cut silence

And I would open
My front door
And sit outside
On my front-step
To let the crickets
Sing to me
The sweetest songs
In harmony
As coarse as
On husky horses

And in the sky
Of California
The stars strung out
Like angels in Heaven
To break my heart
As I yearned to fly.

Wishing // Hoping

Wishing is wistful and
windy and waning,

Casting off dreams
Like kites in the clouds

Hope is sustained by
A signal or sign,

The logic of proof and
The fire of Faith.

Blank Paper

There is nothing more stunning
Than a blank piece of paper-
So spotless and honest
So shining with promise
So ready for pen
To meet him with a smile
This perfect duet
Keeps on singing for miles
And then in the end
You are left with such art:
With fables of true love
Or your broken heart.

A Poem For Stoners

This is a poem for all my friends who have been affected by drugs in one way or another. Some people say it's not a big deal, but if you've ever seen your friend's passion and love for life slowly dwindle away from an addiction to drugs, you know that it is very much a big deal. God bless :)

You say,
It frees your mind
And nothing matters,
There's no time
You say
You need this feeling
That you're addicted
To this feeling

But when you wake up,
You're still sad
As all your senses
Dull to gray
And guilt comes back
To knock your door
And life still turns
In endless circles

And when you wake up,
You are not the same

You say it's you,
You say you're there

But all I see are burnt, red eyes
And crusty lungs and
Shattered dreams;
Spaghetti brains

It makes me cry
To see you die

One puff at a time.