Hero of war

How many fathers
Did step out their home
And never came back?

“Goodbye, son”, a sad mother cried.
“Come back soon”.
A forever goodbye.

Plenty of broken hearts
waited for nothing but bad news.
Their loves are no longer alive.

They are all tired,
They all fall asleep
And watch us silently
From the other world
Called heaven.

But why?
Is there any sense
Shooting each other with weapons?
Are guns toys now?
Or is killing fun?

Children suffering in fire
That learn to write with guns.

War is like a usual event,
A huge human video game
Where people are taught to be brave,
To protect their country
And specially themselves.
Perhaps,
They just wanted to be heroes.

For these who admire wars,
What are your purposes?
Fame? Money?
More money? More fame?

Let’s dry our tears.
Remember their face,
Their love, their smile.
Five minutes of silence
For those heroes.

Hui-ting Chen (me)
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one of the winners of “The S.I. Engine” Comenius Project.


http://campanarenglish.blogspot.com/2010/04/23rd-of-april-world-book-day.html

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourse
lf when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

By Rudyard Kipling

Winter of my dream.

At the autumn of my dream.
My eyes are leaves
They try not to fall
But …
down
down
down….
Slowly…
The space I can focus with them
gets, smaller and smaller.
Blash!
Who's that up stairs?
Bochum!
I could call the police
Tacafang!
It’s one o’clock A.M!
Thanks,
Now I’m more awaken.
I guess I need some rest,
too many days of busy nothings
I want to go on,
But my body complains,
saying no more! Stop!
Try to stay awake,
though I start to nod…
down, left
down, right
down, down.
Zzzzz…

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someone noticed I'm quite sleepy?

Power of no mind

"That's the dream I had. "said Hofften."there were no stairs, everybody could fly, but I couldn't. I asked for help, but they told me that all depends on my heart."He closed his eyes and whispered: "Calm down, no thinkings, empty yourself, no desires."Meanwhile I tryed to follow his instructions. I started to feel lighter."let yourself go, relax and remember, no mind." He stopped for a while and opened his eyes."How do you feel." He asked. I smiled and answered "Nothing but calm and silence."He didn't say anything, just took my hands and closed his eyes again."Now those elements will slowly be part of you, in few minutes, you should not only feel them, but see them inside yourself." We kept silence. I don't know how much time passed, it wasn't momento to think about that either.
Suddenly we heard a church clock and we both opened our eyes at the same time. It wasn't necessary to say anything, we understood each other.
"Understand what's hope and confidence now?
"Yes."
"Still want to cry?"
"Can't you see I'm smiling?"
"Where are your tears then?
"Somewhere in me, but they are not boiling anymore.
"Tears are part of your body. Water. Liquid.
"Thank you.
"What about your desires?
"They no more need control.
"All right. Now close your eyes again and don't open them until you count until ten.
I did what he said, one, two , three...ten. When I looked in front of me, there were nobody. He was gone. Some words were left on the sand ground.
"What words?"Asked ginny, she's the one listening to my strange occur.
I looked out the window without giving her answer. I was quite sure that she would ask me again.
"Sakura! what message did he leave you? I think you know how curious I am.
" Ginny, have you ever thought being more patient?
"...no, but I think I should.
The message was: " Welcome to the true spiritual freedom. now you are nearer to heaven."
Ginny couldn't say a word. She seemed to be amazed or perhaps surprised.
"Where did that person go?"She asked
"I have no idea. I don't even know his name.
"Wasn't he Hof..something?
"Well, my heart told me that, but maybe I'm wrong.
"Sakura...are you sure is wasn't a dream.
"Honestly, I'm not, but anyways, I don't think it's so important.
Life is dream.
Life is drama.
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Photo: UK

The violinist

In that purple field of flowers
nothing but grey darkness
surrounding the dead violinist,
still wondering
with his magical instrument
beside his tomb.
Nobody remembers him,
no one comes to see him,
no flowers sent to him,
he's forgotten.
Once he became god,
god of harmonic art.
Once he was admired
with his mysterious friend
The Red Violin.
Once they impacted Universe
Playing dominants
and touching sensible notes.
But now there are nothing
only an invisible history.
Who will listen to them again?
Silent shouts,
the end
of it’s limitless tessitura
Minor scales
that make demons cry,
Furious chords
making angels hate.
Calm largos
like baby sleeping.
The violinist is still alive
in his colorless space,
screaming octaves
to the nature
fa…fa
Si…Si
la…la
Can you hear him?
Welcome to his world.

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Photo: Arranged by Xenna ^^

Up side down

Clouds down
earth on the top
is this called world
or a strange chaos?

Do you cry with happiness
and laugh sadly?
I wonder if it's true,
bird without wings,
butterflies running,
cows jumping,
cats talking,
deer flying...

Now I'm up side down;
sitting on the ceiling,
and I look at the floorabove my head.

When one tries to sing 'Do'
he sings "Si"

This is a strange planet
named up side down.

Black is white,
wrongs is right,
drugs are cool,
and so and so.

people call youET abnormal.
you don't drink
you don't smoke.
you always respect
and that's for idiots.

Anybody noticed that?
we are up side down!
No one! they say that's habitual.