loaxing
Jun 21, 2014 21:41
Mother, Mother,
I miss your noodle.
Mother, Mother,
I miss your Dumpling
Mother, Mother,
Cooking in the old steal wok.
Mother, Mother,
Where you go?
Mother, Mother,
Cultural revolution cost too much.
clutural revolution
loaxing
Jun 15, 2014 01:31
Swords can be used for evil,
To cut babies from mothers arms,
and harm your neighbors,
out of malice and cruelty.
But a sword could be used
to defend your friends,
And your loved ones,
And to to defend freedom.
loaxing
Jun 15, 2014 01:27
Frown comes easily,
When I think of sad things,
But i choose with stength,
and forcefull deliberation,
To focus on things of happiness,
and so i choose,
of my ow hands and nature,
to be happy.
loaxing
Jun 07, 2014 02:52
Peace is always the most beautiful answer,
But there are stormy days,
When peace seems unreachable,
On those days,
Brave people ride out to die ,
for what they believe you have a right to.
Remember always that thousands died,
For the freedoms you have.
loaxing
Jun 07, 2014 02:46
They say,
Roses are red.
I say,
Blood is red.
They say,
Violets are blue.
I say,
People of China are'blue'.
They say,
Sugar is sweet.
I say,
Freedom is sweet.
loaxing
Jun 07, 2014 02:43
Someone told me,
That Roses say,
"I love you,"
But roses cannot talk,
So how can they SAY anything?
If one wishes to SAY,
It is best done with the mouth,
Not fragile, wilting petals.
loaxing
Jun 07, 2014 02:39
A heart can ache with sadness,
A heart can burst with joy,
A heart can erupt with fear,
A heart can seize with anger,
A heart works hard,
beating wildly.
Let me fill your heart with peace,
and we will rest our souls together.
loaxing
Jun 07, 2014 02:37
I am a tree
nothing more
nothing less
my roots dig deep into wisdom of earth,
my branches reach high into richness of heavens,
I bear fruit for the world.
loaxing
Jun 07, 2014 02:35
They say my name is typo,
My skin a smudge,
They say I am mistake,
These people who think they are kings.
But even a king,
Will bow to fire of dragon.
loaxing
May 31, 2014 22:29
Sadness hangs in the heart like cobwebs
Needing to be cleaned out
Anger floats like dust in the mind
it is best to sweep it
Regret is like a dirty floor
It begss to be washed.