My happiness
is to write.
the way
I feel,
talk,
walk, see, touch, smell, sniff, and the way my blood clangs to your blood to stop your feelings bleeding.
My happiness
is to remain
in mystery
even i reveal everything
out.
my happiness is
to describe
a beautiful world;
like your eyes
Eileen!
with words
that do not match or come close to describe them
but still
do their job
and match up,
line up,
sit on their knees,
and
worship
your
blue
eyes;
like
a two blue lakes,
two blue seas, or
two blue oceans,
merging
and then resolve.
My happiness,
is to write,
and it does not matter
the language,
the temporal,
the age,
the stage, and
the theater.
I want to write
and make it simpler.
I want to trigger your senses
and do not worry about my senses
-They fly, fall down, scramble, and still fine! -
My happiness
is to write
my words
as if they are
my children
from Eileen
or other children I adopt;
I feed them,
strength them,
and let them go.
My happiness,
is reached at its maximum
-and really there is no and will not be
any maximum-
when
others are fulfilled and
satisfied
with or without
reaching their little interesting interest or maxi,
maximum or maxima.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem