Big Green Trees
Juliene A. Amane
An opportunity was dropped
In this world filled with sphinx
First, started with young seeds
Seeds of words and creeds
When the days run, these seeds…
These seeds will soon grow
Unexpectedly, we’ll see them huge
Just as huge as big green trees
Now, let’s skip to the world of words
They may get us sick of them
But such are necessity and ways in life
They bring leads for link and light
Forgive me if you can’t ride
But this is the way I am
I talk in this work of mine
I get to express in time
These seeds are our letters
Which we form into words after a while
Then phrases to sentences
They’re all wilt to be treasured
Be responsible to keep them alive
Simply by showing care
They’ll be rich if time goes through
Just as rich as big green trees
The only thing that we share day and night
- Wide blue sky above
We must work together
Yes; “we”…you, he, I, she, and they.
Easy way to accomplish our mission:
Take care of the trees – the nature
As well as the letters, words, phrases, statements
Talk sensible; speak up fluently; just as we serve the nature’s big green trees.
The Unechoed Song of My Heart
Juliene A. Amane
Life can sometimes be cruel for the world seems so dim
Especially when I fail to sway with my very own hymn
What my heart oftentimes push to shout
- Thoughts of mine that come through with doubt
My soul walks down so low
When chances fall way too slow
Help me, Mommy! I can’t go beyond myself
But Daddy might get angry if I won’t follow himself
I deserve nothing among the things I have
Each opportunity with me turns into cyclone
Next to this girl is an alter ego
Never can change from such to a hero
Ever since, I was simply meant this way
Entering this generation filled with array
Sacred and precious – that is what I call living
Silly but real with affairs to keep all singing
The Answer
Juliene A. Amane
To stop is what I really want
But I don’t know why I just can’t
Some told me to follow what’s in my heart
But I prefer not ‘cause it’ll tear him apart
If I’ll follow mine, then I’ll break his
Totally better if I’d forget all of these
I think I was just born to be mean
But I’ll be meaner if I’d do such thing to him
I don’t want to be so rude neither be unfair
These may be the reasons why I cannot bare
To leave damn hurting mark
This could make a crack, and a crack, then another crack
He loves me badly I know, I love him more
That may be the reason why I can’t just bang the door
Now, you’ve got to hear my confession:
I’ve just found the Ariadne’s thread for my own question
Reminiscence
Juliene A. Amane
It was good being kith with you
Everything was cool; I can be so true
Having you around…
Made me feel so safe and sound
But how come things changed?
Distance between you and I outranged
Suddenly, you got over her
Then things just went blur
Each deed I’ve seen was too surprising
Too bad it brought ideas so mind-boggling
All things happened under serendipity
Maybe we should just sway with rhapsody
Things were all right then
But they messed up very sudden
I thought they were all forbidden
I got so mazed when this chance was given
Life’s a Paradox
Juliene A. Amane
I can see all the pretty flowers out there
They seem to be so terpsichorean
I love them when they bloom by spring
But their petals fall by autumn
There are people who live loudly
Yet, some prefer discreet
Others may be silent
But great when seen deeply
I can walk whatever I talk
On the other hand, so can you
I say we do something
Something easy but would end up precisely
Back to flowers – when they die,
Surely the heavens cry
The Mind might seem so intellect
But only the heart can express
With the brain, anyone can speak out ideas
But only the heart talks what is real
We use our brains to think of some things
But we need the heart more so we can feel everything
Life is truly a paradox
What is pretty might prick us with its thorns
What seem to be simple has the essential fragrance
What a lifeless mess we have here
Spider
House of Fury
Blast from the Past
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