Her Empty Bed

I thought
the beautiful bed
in her cozy room
with lucent curtain
would be able to
be filled soon enough
with sizzling love sprinkled
with unquenchable desire and
uncomparable contentment and
unfathomable gratitude, but

the bed is still empty
where only deep sighs
of two hearts are lingering around and
where irresistible longing
for each other’s things
refuses to give up and
where the hope for joy of
feeling touching breathing tossing
is still alive and
never ceases to exist


not all beds are supposed
to be filled and
some nooks look beautiful
when empty and

having me say
nah! Not my bed!

Treasure Island

If you want to find your treasure, you
need to cross the big ocean with sea-
sickness and take a step on the tiny

treasure island and ransack the deep
jungle with your exhausted body and
mind. I got the map of the island and

studied it for several decades and taught
the map to the people so I can imagine
tree by tree as if they are in front of my

own eyes. Have you find your treasure?
How dare anybody ask me about this?
I don’t need treasure. Then why did you

study the map and teach it? I rip up the
map to tatters and dare to throw my body
and mind on the boat. Live and let die!

That Arrogant Bitch

She gets on her high horse
Not sure if it’s her own horse
She holds her nose high in the air
No idea that it is her natural nose
She is stuck-up for no reason
No clue where she is stuck in
She’s got snooty attitude
Don’t know where that comes from
She has cocky steps
She probably has plenty of cocks
She’s such a snob
Yeah, she’s snobby
‘Course, she is wearing a snobbish look
She is self-conceited
Well, conceit must be her daily bread
Her haughty stare stuffs the milieu
She walks like a pompous queen
She is uppity about the world affairs
She is righteous
She is a symbol of justice
She is perfect
She is not human
Nobody knows where she is from
Her name is not Nobody
She must be a Martian
Nah! I’d never seen her on Mars
Maybe she is from a galaxy far far far away

What do you expect?
She is a woman!
That is where her pride comes from
She is a bitch
That is why she is so disgustingly arrogant

A Fall That Has Come Too Early

Even before the official summer starts
In this steaming hot weather
It wouldn’t be a bad idea
To take a pre-summer nap.

When a lonely fallen leaf
Comes riding on a lukewarm wind and
Wakes you up,
If am nowhere in sight,

Please believe that
Just like a fallen leaf that makes you awake
I am on the long road alone,
Carrying lonesome autumn on my back and
Taking clammy autumn rain.
Road to the truth would be solitary,
Wouldn’t it?

Then you can go back to Jesus.
Mary Magdalene’s place would be next to Him.

This autumn already has found its place in my heart.