Love

Love
Has no height and length
But giving and getting back.

Love is hot
If you have a fire thought.

Love cools
If you detaches the blues.

Love is fire.
Love is water.
Both are right.
As you like.

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Learning and Teaching

We live with the questions
As the learning wind
We remove the cloud of dishonesty
So painful but don't care
Go on and on.

We live with the answers
As the teaching stars
We guide the truthful ways of life
So harmful but don't care
Go on and on.

Although we die,
History must register
Our names forever.

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Only One, But A Lion

No persons create
The poison within snake.

No friend is the mother
Of the scent within flower.

Which hooligan proved that
Only rich men could have success?

For the kind of phoenix's soul,
The nature wild won't ignore
The future mild to own rainbow.

Never lazy though lonely one!
Ever ready under the sun!
Better steady to run after run! ! !

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Poem

Pen is mightier than knife.
It is an eternal right.
Think the truth.
Speak the truth.
Practice the truth.
Share the truth.
To do so, hello hello...?

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Poem is like
A diamond under sunlight.
It reflects various colors and meanings.
But all are the truth.
So poem creation is the wise nutrition.
And the sound of precious breathing.

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Traveller

I did come.From where?
I don't know.
I'll do go.To where?
I don't know.
But, I keep going on and on.

Where is the goal?
I don't know.
Is the journey near or far?
I'm not sure.
But, I keep going on and on.

Where is the end?
What is the end?
Is dead after birth?
Is birth after dead?
I am on the wrong path.
Totally sink in the darkness.
I hunger for the light-touch.
Where is the lamp?

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Flying To The Success

To fly to the success
How many wings should we have?
The wind, a great fortune.
No...
The wind, trying hard.
Not yet...
The wind, being wise.
Not right...
The wind, the desire that is strong.
Totally wrong...
So we need all of these.
Not complete...

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The only wind we need is
Being ready for every case.
Hence, my message is that
Getting ready for everything is
Flying to the real success.

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Not At All

Let me not pray
To make the dangers run away,
But be fearless in facing bad lack.

Let me not beg
For not breaking heart,
But for the courage enough to face.

Let me not crave
For non-tear page,
But for the smile not to blind.

Tears' diary, Smiles' history,
Which may be better brand?
Choose one and practice.
Neglect one and skip.
I think like breathing breeze's stage show,
All are easy come and easy go.

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Step By Step

Across the sea,
I am sailing
With the soul
Afraid of dying,
Wanna keep for living
to see you.

Across the sky,
I am flying
With the pride
Afraid of losing,
Wanna keep for winning
to be near you.

In the brain,
I am running
With the thoughts
Afraid of stopping,
Wanna keep for creating
To be worth you.

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My Girl Friend

Her eyes are demure diamonds
Below the rainbows of eyebrows.

Her cheeks are twin rubies
With cute dimples in harmony.

Her lip is the rosy wine
That I sip with melody rhymes.

Her body is a charming verse
Full with the beauties of missing breath.

Her style is the latest brand
Similar with the fame of sun.

Her scent is sweet aroma
That I eagerly embrace forever.

She is only one my heart-star
That will shimmer after shimmer.

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Love(2)

Love may be a guarantee
For our moral to be greedy.
The cravings come out as jealousy.

Love may be a cloud black
For our dreams to disturb.
The darkness comes out as time-debt.

Love may be a big frame
For our consciousness to be insane.
The conflict comes out as blind brain.

Love may be an arrow
Straight to our secret souls.
The poison comes out as sorrow.

Love may be a razor
For our heart to shatter.
The blood comes out as tears.

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