Saturday, November 12, 2011

Ruled by Society

I live in the world of dream
die in the world of reality
stand in the present
sit in the past
sin in the world of afterlife
born in the world of tomorrow

have mercy... on me please.

Sunday, October 9, 2011


The warriors that bled and conquered nothing

The kids that ran across to chase the invisible freedom

The swallows that painted the sky with their own shadows

All arrive at a single cross point

Let me crown you the next time we meet

For we're not the same
never the same.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Easy Come, Easy Go

The era of corruption
Acquired through the most basic interactions of our human race
Fostered by nature
Human nature

Is this pessimism,
or is this realism?
I wish I'd never find out,
but I already have.

Friday, June 24, 2011

No one left behind

I constantly reminisce about those times when we danced in water

or gazed at the ocean with the most meditated mind

It's changing: the form. from live to dead

From closeness to nothing

Then the anomaly appears when I least expect it

So I step into the forest of intertwined fate

And walk down the passage into eternal damnation

I look back and confirm that there's no one behind, that i'd be the last.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Rootless Generation

the rootless generation
lost everywhere and every time in transition
the everlasting "i don't belong"
and the non-existing conformity
individual anarchists, and collectivist dictators
come and save, not theirs, but my world

the road of manjusaka leads
to the door of heaven
but the only way to get there
is to immerse yourself in pain

Thursday, May 26, 2011


Monday, May 9, 2011






Saturday, May 7, 2011


I know what you said last night

Words travel fast, and I got eyes watching

It felt like this


Monday, April 25, 2011

There There

I never notice it when I blink

Perhaps lightness is the absence of darkness, and not the other way around

And perhaps that is why I only see the black check boxes

The double vision trompe l'oeil confuses me by erasing the thin line between reality and sub-consciousness

I hope the bell of wisdom will chime loud enough to wake me, 

and that the reflection will show me everything but myself.

Sunday, April 17, 2011


The passage leads not to the land of Bliss, but of liberation

The passage closes on those who judges a person not by his speech and thoughts, but by who he is

 The passage ends in front of a door

 The door, covered by layers and layers of web, says:

in neon lighting, vaguely visible through the sequined weaving of the web.

I froze. Along with my mind, my body, my soul, and their time.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Dominique Choy

Persistence, laughter, and non-sugarcoated straightforwardness.
These are three very hard to attain qualities, and yet are also the top three descriptions I would give Dom. 

And one more: a simply compelling voice


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