I Saw Myself Running

I saw myself last night running down the dimmed sunset boulevard strip

under the last streaming light of the twilight

chased by no one and chasing nobody

I was running, like a wild man

on an one-way trip

from home

or whom?

something was choked in my throat

and it tasted so extremely like a French Sourdough

went sour

I felt nausea, I felt sick

and I kept running, toward the setting sunlight

like a lost dog gone wild

wondering where I am headed and

where my future is leading me

when I run out of the land's end

and submerge into the huge orange horizon

which was barely floating above

the sun-setting ocean

~END~

freakin' tuesday late night

gettin' freakin' @ richard chu
6/15/2010 midnight cries

gettin' freakin' drunk every freakin' night
isn't my first or best choice for a good time
nor, so to speak, a bad time

but what else option do i, or even you, so to speak,
have!?

the bankers of the young generation Y
who's been screwing' around with anything that's moving
like your credit report or anything
that's supposed to be still and solid
like your real-estate

All for no-good reason why!

so we got this so called credit crises
and economoy downfall

to the days of the end of our dying
cry!

and cries!

what else option do i, or even you, so to speak,
have!?

when the oil rig has been exploded and sunk in the deep oceans
while the BP's deep water horizon's projected leak-of-no-cure
to pollute the entire horizons
of Gulf of Mexico
until the doom of the world's closure (or disclosure)
of the earth's busted eco-viro
with its existing creatures
and the animal-homo

All for no-good reasons...
and why!

what else option do i, or even you, so to speak,
have!? --

as a little human being on the struggling daily campaign
for a basic living

but…

gettin' freakin' drunk every freakin' night
isn't my first or best choice for a good time
nor, so to speak, a bad time

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the day i became 57 yr-ol plus 1 day

who will i be © 3/28/2010

who will i be and
who will i remember when
i think of me
after years from now, and
before the world comes to its end?

who says the wind will stop on its own and
no need of anyone to stop it for any reason?

who says the storms will die
when
the stars and moon appear again
and
ignite our sky

who says i should believe it
and
i ought to appreciate it

when
the darkness's gone
and
the light's back
shining on my path

and it's time that
i shall recollect
me
and
my own self

of which i
have always believed that
i have never truly owned

and

never truly liked