In the place where languages intersect,
A magnificent challenge, a dance of words.
Navigating the linguistic ocean through translation
navigating subtleties while using light keys.

Every sentence is a riddle, a cultural mask,
Where meanings lag in the art of translation.
Unspoken words, a subtle dance,
A language trance, lost in transit.

Crossing boundaries, speaking the same language,
A maze of syntax, where words are sung in echo.
Within the idiomatic dance, meanings escape,
A delicate ordeal lost in translation.

Translators are like linguistic artisans, crafting a tapestry wherever uncertainty may lead.
The pursuit of essence through language,
Issues arise in the patchwork of languages.

In the heart's quiet chambers, shadows dwell, Echoes of moments in a bittersweet spell. The whispers of absence, a silent refrain, In the tapestry of memories, loss leaves a stain.

Each departure a chapter, a tale untold, Leaving a void, an ache that won't fold. In the hollows of time where sorrows reside, The absence of presence, an enduring guide.

Loss, a canvas painted in shades of gray, A hymn of the departed, fading away. It weaves through the laughter, through tears that fall, A testament to love, the most beautiful call.

The empty spaces, an unspoken vow, Echoes of the departed, linger even now. Yet in loss, there's a light that softly gleams, In the whispers of love, in cherished dreams.

For in each departure, a legacy thrives, An eternal symphony that forever survives. Though absence lingers, and time takes its toll, Love immortalizes, in the heart's deepest soul.

I'll find my voice in the echoes of words; it's up to me to speak truth to power. I'll start by addressing the injustices with curiosity and humility in my heart.

Unending injustices and suffering inspire me to take action and start a fire. I'll use my poetry, art, and words to give those kept silent a voice.

I will express the anguish and shadow of inequality through my songs and lyrics. I'll present the world through my perspective. The curves, the victories, and the struggles.

I'll construct a picture of a better world where kindness rules the human race and justice and love take their rightful places with each skillfully chosen line and rhyme.

A story of love and unity is told in the rhythm of my country's soul.
Our hearts beat strongly with connections of love beneath the cerulean heavens above.

From tall mountains to vast oceans,
Each person has a sense of pride, and when we come together, our emotions soar because our country's heartbeat never stops.

We stand together, hand in hand, amid the radiance of the early sun, having overcome difficulties and triumphed in wars.
a peaceful and cohesive nation.

Because of the strength we draw from inside, the true heartbeat of our nation beats in every moment and in every kind, and we renew ourselves in love and unity.

So let's treasure, respect, and hold them close.
We all admire this heartbeat,
The rhythm of our native land beats in every heartbeat and breath, overcoming death.

for Jackson Allen

My friend wears my scarf at his waist

I give him moonstones

He gives me shell & seaweeds

He comes from a distant city & I meet him

We will plant eggplants & celery together

He weaves me cloth

Many have brought the gifts

I use for his pleasure

silk, & green hills

& heron the color of dawn

My friend walks soft as a weaving on the wind

He backlights my dreams

He has built altars beside my bed

I awake in the smell of his hair & cannot remember

his name, or my own.