Show pony = a stylish or flamboyant person, who enjoys being in the limelight. A person who appears to perform well, but has no real ability.
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​Is this the way things go?
​The show ponies dressed in
​robes of stuff and nonsense.
​Take over the show?
​An earth in despair and shame.
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​I have come far on this journey.
​At times my companions only
​sad and tearful thoughts.
​Up and down the slopes,
​breathless and gulping.
I ​carried on.
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​Now, I paint my standards
​and my honesty in a deep-arch.
​On the bamboo grass and
the temples weighed down
​with the tangle of history.

For I see beyond the show ponies.
And I hear the hail beating and
rattling on the ancient rooftops.
Then, I see the flowers –
closed once.
Come out, and bloom again.
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Hardness everywhere
Time.
Place.
Moment.
Thing.
Felt between
tissue and bone, life.
“Be wide awake”
my mind told me.
And don’t let life
deceive you!
I told myself.

The one I love, people say
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​Walking in the streets
​I salvage a few words
​here and there.
​Sometimes they get
smashed ​like tiny shells.
​Other times, they help
the ​days blow in.
​Then I know no time.
​Soaring like a morning bird.
​To another place – by the
​pillows where we lay.

Along death’s path,
the violence and
beauty of life.
But I still behold
the sky above me.
And the streets
that surround me.
Not all of my life
has been collected yet.

​Kick, kick and kick again.
Its grace and beauty.
And all those colours.
Outside shades of
gray shelter in place.
But here, the sound of thud.
Life is nourished.
Until the end.
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I said to my Chinese friend.
The one who speaks
in a quite way and writes poetry.
“Be water and be formless”
Approached in an ordinary
way they are just
words by Brother Lee.
But we both knew that
words have magic
and are easily attained.
Rarely are they conquered.
The highest knowledge is in
knowing that all things
come together, eventually.

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​The day cooled.
I kept saying –
“You’re still there”
I am glad that the
emptiness and indifference –
is not sucking us
into a dead end.
It only moves us closer
to the sun and
other stars out there.

In the depths of autumn.
I walk to battle.
A lotus leaf summer
behind me.
My one wish
to see the action again.
In the world of flowers
there is always the way of flesh.
Today is the day.

​September, a street – damp haze.
​With its empty eyes –
​a ghost of all things past.
​As I look at you,
​with everything step by step.
​The graveyard seems light.
​And nothing is flash frozen.
​Beauty seems deeper,
​like a landscape

​There are too many clouds around.
​Working their way towards you.
​All you can do is maybe
​grab a few minutes – here and there.
​To rethink, without suffering –
​about the right side of your life.
​Then, the minutes become an hour.
​And you have the freedom
​to be green again.