"thinking is a poetry... abrupt, intimate
and always true to your heart" says weijian| HI. This is in fact a poetry page. Poetry for me has always been a method of thought; Something that I've felt as a natural rhythm that everyone posesses (even you I'm sure). I believe that thoughts dont come in sentences,(half of my friends dont even talk in sentences). In this day and age, not alot of people are poets. I guess its the fear of revealing oneself, or that they just think that its something that one should do in solitude.Any how. Here isa sampling of the poems I've written this past year. They aren't anything great and I wouldnt call my self a real poet yet...I would as Robert Frost calls a poet, "someone whose had a lovers quarrel with the world." And its alright if you dont understand any of them. I doubt many people do. |
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Dreaming
I'm dreaming of you
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why i jog..
so i can feel my heart, |
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Midnight In My Heart
its midnight in my heart when you aren't around the way it grows silent and still sighing low against quiet walls each beat, a reminder of your steps walking away a slow steady rhythm current that my mind sails in quiet slumber with thoughts you gone and past transfixion against my dreams piercing the hours and filling it with the days past, us together laughing a slow memory without you by makes the hours in my heart remain still each hour and minute always at 12:00 May 10, '00 |
--while I am gone--
I'll think of you |
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To Laura You are to me more than the sky that holds me everyday and the April night that drapes overhead like air that settles in my blood you, are more than that... when I lose you in the constellations and mistake the moon for a shadow of your face that distant cloud, that fading sun, that red rose petal you are all and more to me... even the feeling of hard concrete against me or the April rain by my cheeks and the taste of chow fun alongside my lips escapes me and leaves with a wonder of you... peach orchids, yellow dandelions, red apples you are more than these...to me... even you are more then you you are forever a part of me as I am a part of you but you are more, more so than all... than dreams possible... wzll.always.forever | when i'm in her arms, her warmth surrounds me like a winter blanket kept close to a chimneyed fire under the light of a soft moon i can hear the steady currents of her heart beating in lapse with mine in slow stirrings of the night your eyes! they move me like a brillaint spark seen through infinite skies far and reaches to my inner depths strings a single chorded thought within these words resonanting in my heart tonight how beautiful and wonderful you are to me~ the beauty of her by the autumn leaves that carpets the road in velvet red splendor give soft echoes of Falls passing, her everyself wrapped in the seasons blessing like the sudden radiance of her hair seen under quiet nests of soft snow and the forgiving coolness of my lips by hers sweetness stretched cross benches on sunny days how all these things that have passed before me make a keystone of a thought... how shes the everything i live in and for Weijian, Oct '99 |
| things come however i thought I did not come for flowers yet they were cut for me dressed with whisps of baby breath red rose eyes looking at me I asked none for the air that fills between these lips in the dry evening wind its scent tasting as it did, yesterday I wasnt waiting for the night that arrived however early anyway at times I wish it did not come but it came however i thought seems like things are as they are no matter the difference I dint ask for love and yet it came sleeping alongside me passing the days with me living within me. i dont think i'll wait for pain its taste too bitter yet things come however i think I hear whispers of its steps in the fading back I can hear drips of tears filling in my heart already... WZ '4/26/99 |
While you were gone my heart dropped me a song I long since heard ages ago a sweet tune by violin chorusing in its chamber hall a saddest melody never felt my blood carryn its tune its rhythm like undulating waves in a passioned red sea and I heard all this felt its emptyness as silent half notes playing for you. WZ June '99 |
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myself in fear when dawns the night and the frightening skies close the heavy gates to the day that thing that within that stems from the chambers of my heart that speaks to me.. of voices thickening my blood bares a soul, a hungry ravage in my peace that takes my body to dance with the fading shadows and utters poetry without truths madman in the night weijian zeng: feb 11 1999 |
It must be spring when yellow parades of daisies crowd the company of ants and the air is filled with heavy traffic of swallows and each dew drop i see finds a petal to slouch on
It must be spring
It must be spring
It must be spring |
| could you hear me. When you turn that corner...gone...how i let your shadow trail in my light. Dont fall too fast into the depths that make my heart, draw instead a slow trail, like the one we used to take across that street..deserted now and once forever. how short the moment has escaped and left me. to be thinking of this wearily alongside a quiet statue of my lonly shadow weijian zeng feb. 22, 1999 |
| In January,
in January, I was the snow that kissed her passing face and melted away without letting her know the love within that was to grow I promised myself I'd never let it show and in February Fire was my form a flicker of my passion that kept her through the days warm and braved the cold nights harm I'd often dream of her in my arms Then I shaped a Robin all March long that heralded the spring and the hopes it would bring Her joy became my song I told her I'd love her eternity long |
Past March came April
and I was the wind I combed her long soft hair whispering of her beauty rare and of my love then and there I wanted to lay my love bare I turned to a cloud when May came who brought in the spring I rained her with my tears in thought of the feeling same the longing to call out her name June crept by and I became the sun In painting her face I drew the dawn And passed the time playing with my light My passion made the summers day bright and glowed red through the summers night end June come July I donned the ocean tide that cooled her from the summer fire The songs sung by the ocean ride were sung to the lapse of my desire In august I was a seed. that drifted in the sea and felt for a moment forever freed I still thought of her and i wondered if she ever thought of me |
I came back for Fall
to paint orange hues for her delight for October made me an autumn leaf When she had showd no sight the Rain hid my somber grief. and then. I sought to set my love right. I searched for her all November to confess the feelings never said I found her face in slumber her eyes grown cold and dead with slow breath three words drew she said "i always knew" She was my one love true In December i laid my love under the snow of where we met first a year ago I last turned to a flower that forever tended her side Accompanied her in the eternal hour and talked of feelings i no longer hide. Weijian Zeng, Jan' 1999 |
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origami i gave her my love folded like origami as to prove a level of my intensity each fold to decrify and crease to represent the close moments passing by the happy days that came and went and if shed ever studied the fold whether line examined together or apart a simple love story told folds etched from ones own heart. WZ January 11, 1999 |
she lieked roses best and sleepn by the sea breezes crest hey joys more then heaven loom and passion no other could consume she was a woman of deeper spire and voice lovieler then Apollo's Lyre Her skin as cool as summer rain and lips redder then all the roses of Spain |
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Nature alone tells me she loves me Written on river paths and swooping trees are entries of my loves diaries The january snow she so softly tread are a poem his creatures have read Her "I love you"'s a mere shape on a distant cloud The depths of her given smile are secrets the wildflowers wildly shroud And with passiosn lips the words construe the Natures rose will betray with its red red hue And with her heart alone with love conspire burn brightly in the mid nights fire and even the splinter of a garden leaf rustlin' under the lady feet? breathes in her scent so sweet All of natures secrets and pleasantry tells me she loves loves none other then me What smallness is Season.. an imitation of truer petal passions for Nature services loves confessions -weijian zeng sept.' 98 |
Her words were a melody rhythmic in my ear’s orchestry an ounce of her consonance surpasses all harmonic equivocalance music where finer angel music dwells her voice clearer then all their angel bells The songs the wind sing through her hair Sings past my lady in mute despair Her hello and goodbys that slowly unfurl Comes like soft silken strands of pearl And linger in my heart with poetic vibrancy Resonance beautiful as all natures symphony Timeless as all infinity. Weijian Zeng |