A Lost Soul

A name deleted,

A life snuffed out.

 

An existence taken away

In an instant.

 

A spirit lost

Looking

For a

Way out.

 

No light at the

End of the tunnel,

No God or

Loved ones

Coming to your

Rescue.

 

No pearly Gates to heaven

Or a fiery hole

In the

ground.

Just a

Lost soul.

 

 

Forced Colonization

France colonized Vietnam.

Japan colonized Korea,

China colonized Tibet,

And so forth.

 

They all forced fed,

Their own Religion and culture,

Down people’s,

Throats.

 

Like force feeding

Babies with their,

Morals

And lies.

 

Is it good to wipe out Religion?

Is it good to kill women and children?

Is it right to kill monks and nuns?

Is it right to kill teachers and scholars?

 

From the Communist

To the Catholics,

Both are equally bad.

Abusing Human Rights

For a lost cause that

Causes more trouble

Than

Good.

 

When will people

Learn,

To live in

Peace and Harmony

With others?

There Are Spirits

There are spirits,

All around me,

Always calling out to me,

And at the right,

Time and Conditions,

I can actually hear them.

 

If you hear a muffled voice,

Or the hair on your neck

Stands up,

Don’t be frightened

Or scared,

 

There will always

Be spirits and

Ghosts of your

Ancestors watching you

From the shadows

Of the past.

Taoist Wizard

I wish,

I was a

Powerful Taoist wizard,

To be able to bend,

The forces of nature,

And

To disappear, and

Fly through the air.

 

Pasting incantations

Upon the wind,

While fighting

The forces of

Good and evil.

Facebook Friend Request

Sometimes I wonder

Why certain people I Know

In real life,

Refuse to add me as a friend,

On Facebook.

 

In real life

I can clearly see that they know

Who I am,

But as soon as I friend request

Them they email back

Asking me, “Who are you?”

And

“I only add people I know or have met?”

 

Online they seem to take me

As some sort of

Sexual predator

Going after their

Girl friends or wives,

Or some psycho off the street.

 

 

They refuse to

Even give it a chance,

To know me.

It’s like I am not worthy,

Of their online

Friendship.

 

Not Worthy,

What does that mean?

Why is it so hard

To make new friends,

On Facebook

My Wife is a Bird

Her name means a bird,

Phoenix rising from ashes

She is my wife Phuong.

Walking on the path

 

Walking on the path,

Of my impending,

Death.

 

Each time I go to

Sleep,

My dreams seem to

Be more exciting

Then my present

Life.

 

I rather spend

The rest of this

Life living

In my dreams.

Various Ramblings

Everywhere I walk

Seems to be

Hallowed,

Ground.

 

Everywhere I look,

I see the dead

People,

Walking

Around.

 

Are we all zombies?

Living our lives,

Until death takes,

Its toll.

 

Are we mindless

Droids, going about

Like busy bees

Trying to

Feed its queen.

 

This poor

Mother earth

Is dying

Beneath our feet,

Nobody seems to care,

As we go about eating

The poisonous meat.

Worrying too much about ourselves,

And not of the earth that sustains

Our very own life.

Sex with a Succubus

I had this really strange

And weird dream this morning.,

I dreamt that,

I was having,

The best

Sex ever.

 

This didn’t happen just once,

I swore I woke up to go to the kitchen

For something to eat,

When I got there the

Kitchen screen door was

Open.

I went to close it and

Then turned around to do something,

Then I heard it happen,

So I closed it again,

Then,

It opened right in front of my eyes.

 

As I went to close it an arm popped

Out of nowhere and grabbed me.

The strange part

It was just an arm,

And nothing else.

 

At this point I was thinking

That I must be going crazy.

I left the door open and went

Back to lie down.

Then it happened again,

 

I started feeling that someone

Was giving me a blow job,

As I looked down

Nothing was there,

Just that sensation of

Being

Sucked off.

 

About five minutes have gone by

It felt as if it was crawling up me,

This time she materialized in

Front of me,

She was this beautiful

Japanese Women with

Freakishly long hair,

Just like that girl from the

Movie, “The Ring.”

 

We then continued to have sex

For a very long time,

Seemed like ages.

I couldn’t stop it

Even if

I wanted to.

 

Then thinking again

Why stop the best sex ever,

I must be crazy to think that.

 

Was I having sex with a

Succubus, a Female Spirit,

Who is said to disturb

The sleep of a man

To initiate sexual intercourse

With them?

 

That may explain why

I woke up with a big headache

Like a freight train has

Just run over my head.

To Be As Cool As A Ninja

Sometimes I wish,

I was a Ninja.

To be able to

Kick ass when

Someone pisses me off.

 

Be able to blend in

With the shadows,

And climb walls

Like a spider in

It’s magnificent Web.

 

I just want to

Disappear,

With a bundle

Of cool tools

Upon

my back.

 

Wouldn’t it be cool

To be a Ninja,

In this

Day and age.

Is it just me who think

Ninja’s are Cool?