Stack of Mind and Heart

  I’M READY                                          Harley Dear God, send me a real man next time  Because I’m tired of playing with manchild  Dear God, send me the love of my life All because,  I have been good, I have been patient  I have paid my penance, I have done my time I have said sorry for my past mistakes I have stopped trying to make everything last I have done the hardest thing: forgiven myself, forgotten my past  And I’m not a believer, but now I’m practicing your words  I say hi to strangers on the street  I say goodbye to my bad habits  And I mind my own business  I pave my walking path with goodwill and softness I bring to the table only laughter and sweetness  I look for the good in people, as always  but also keep an eye open, just in case  I stop hiding my scars and my awkwardness...

  NAKED                                                  Harley I want to walk naked in the streets In the hope, in the search for a soul Whose eyes are made of shooting stars Whose tongue filled with treacly honey Whose golden heart forged by fire One that sees through me completely Beyond the flesh and the skin sheet One that speaks to me the most primeval love language One that loves intensely and fearlessly I do not want  “a love” I want the love of a lifetime So I walk into the streets, already skin-clad, barely embarrassed With an open soul and a straight-up head  Seeking relentlessly for another totally naked heart.

I NEVER DID                                                                               Harley Our division of things they are on the floor Mine is a lot more than yours because I tend to carry all of my baggage, and you like to be free of attachment  Now you go on with your new life,  try to make her your new wife She takes my spot next to you, but I don’t mind because she looks like the girl I used to be when we were together And now you’re sleeping on the bed that we made,   breathing fine on the pillow I used to lay my head on Do you miss my touch sometimes? Do you miss us at times?  You said it was our fault, but you only remembered what was mine You said you loved me more than life, but you put me behind all your passion and lifesty...

  IS IT?                     Harley    Is it a cosmic construction, or is it all a big accident that I loved and lost, and repeated the pattern? Is it hopelessly romantic or foolishly desperate  that I want love without ever knowing its face/fate?  Is it for the sake of mercy or the self-pleasing pain  That I choose to believe in men and their ability to change?  All of these mind’s disturbing, mental’s torturing questions  are here to finally be answered or to forever be pondered upon? It all depends on whether I want to keep living in my own twisted world,  Keep torturing my soul for the inevitable mistakes that come with living, learning, and growing or  I want to break free from the endless cycle  face the true beauty of the world and its ugliness  accept the thorns that come with roses the risk of loss that comes with love  the pain that pairs with pleasure...

Nỗi nhớ               Trần Thu Hà  Tôi có một nỗi nhớ Nỗi nhớ nhỏ trong một nỗi nhớ lớn Nỗi nhớ nhỏ nhỏ từng cơn sóng Nỗi nhớ lớn lớn như biển rộng  Nỗi nhớ nhỏ lớn ở trong lòng  Nỗi nhớ lớn lớn lên từ đâu? Phải chăng… là lớn ở trong đầu? Trong những suy nghĩ của tôi về anh  Trong những ký ức chẳng phai màu  Như nắng tan trên miền cát trắng  Hay là…nó lớn ở trong tim?  Trong những nhịp đập không ngừng nghỉ  suốt ngày rên rỉ tiếng thương anh  để rồi nuôi sống tình yêu ấy  Hoạ chăng…nó lớn trong bầu phổi  Trong từng hơi thở lững lờ trôi  Vậy nên ngay cả khi đang ngủ Tôi vẫn không ngừng nhớ anh thôi  Vậy thì,  Tôi có nên ngừng nghĩ Để mà không nghĩ đến anh? Tim có nên ngừng đập Những nhịp đập âm ỉ của tình yêu? Phổi có nên ngừng thở những hơi thở nồng ấm của lửa tình  Nhẹ nhàng và da diết  Nhưng thiếu thì không sống được?  Hay là,  tôi tách nỗi nhớ ra để nó khôn...