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




















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