C.D. Xiang

Tailored dresses, tailored skin tight
glisten under the midnight moon beams
and car headlights.
Such beateous women shouldn't stay in the rain
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She weeps a melody of wistful melancholy.
I yearn to help her mend, but join in harmony.
In minor keys our strains will lilt on magically.
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If I were to cite
the vales and hills,
for deference I allude
mountains and here.
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Spread my wings
and fly away

Shed a tear
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Minuscule, dainty, flocculent and docile
Creations of the sun and beautiful sunflowers
Scent of fresh milks and esters
Flavorings of rose and chrysanthemums
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I am the night.
I am the cold dank mist that rises and chills the bones.
I dwell, tarrying in the slinking shadows and the darkness that creeps into the soul.
I am the pale eye of the moon-shimmering mockery of the life-giving sun.
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The river flows soothingly yonder,
The mountains and valleys above have azure skies,
Intensely confounded and feeling voluptuous,
For the nifty zephyr is everywhere, aloft and above.
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Veracity, veracity,
The designation shall not be morbid,
Veracity is the bedrock of anti-decadence.
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O, alas,2009 ensued,
I smoulder the hatred,
I had taken umbrage,
The contemptuous 2008, the impending 2009.
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Serene steps, toes sink in sand.
Waves wash clean what were antique worlds.
Hark, forwear, behold, and breathe; In love, out life.
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Legions of words, harking back to prolix, run through my head,
yet not a single one is evinced.
After awhile I'll speak at last,
but if you cared you'd simply enquire.
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A tiny shoot
virtually too compact to see
virtually too compact to feel
just commencing
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Lone and lost amongst the trees,
the young one stood and wept.
He yearned for residence upon his knees,
in trepidation as daylight slept.
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There’s an ache hiding
somewhere in my left elbow.
I seek it out,
lean into it,
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The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
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Looking pessimistic,
Looking worried,
Looking fearful,
Is what I invariably feel,
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look, stranger, on this island now
the leaping light for your delight discovers,
stand stable here
and silent be,
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