Sunday, November 24, 2013

Paradigm Shift

What were you chasing for silly rabbit?

The door opened when i least expected it

But it seemed like everything is ready

Ready to splurge, fall, draw, fight, struggle...

Ready to step back to that mindset of any childhood

Into clear sky and pastel sunset and pillow cloud and glistening horizon

I walked forward

or check again, did I actually step backward?

A camouflage step for me, but for you... 

It's almost certainly a step fallen. 

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Breathe Me

I woke up again with the last scene imprinted in my mind.

 She died, once again. This time not on that sulking bed, but in my arms. Her whispers and whimpers sounded clearer than ever before. Then the weight kicked in.

It had never been this calm in my mind. No noise, no emotion, no logic. Stillness is in motion as if the realm had come to be frozen. 

Her last words eventually emerged gradually and repeatedly:

"The world never quits on you... You are the one who chooses to quit on the world."

This time I really woke up. 

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The Right of Way

 Oh baby cry

Oh girl dance

Your sacred hearts lie within hell

and love and kisses don't mean a thing in heaven 

You see?

Gravity always bring you down

And may that always brings you high

Monday, September 24, 2012

R 'V' G

I think I am tired

The rain does not seem to be stopping

And nor does my desire

But there's no breath to be caught

No lesson to be taught

No forbidden game to be fought

Only souls to become distraught

My hovering rain please don't stop

Please stay still

I'm counting on you

To suspend my will

Sunday, June 17, 2012

We Remember

There's always too much emotion held back

the release...

like the fountainhead of inspirations

or volcanos

bursting the extreme of the two ends

that first provokes exhilaration

then brings forth desolation

this is where dualism fails

my conventional little black book did not mention

because both exists

and both sustains

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

California Dreaming

I can never forget that day when I said to myself

Drop it

I can always remember you telling me

Leave it

It reminds me of that melancholic tale that's still being told

On and on

Which tale are you talking about?

I swear to God you haven't heard; It's being written.


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