white line

they look at me in the eyes
stuttering an uncertain word
an apology, filled with hatred
a eulogy; feels so sacred
and a time for an opening speech
towards a future I will beseech
a levitation, another temptation
but someday, words of caution

like artsy beings debating philosophy
the meaning of life or the absence of strife
and maybe I can follow, or maybe I can lead
a team made of we, or let I become us
for they look at me in the eyes
with tears screaming out their cries
a silence unforgiven, or maybe unforgotten
someday the paintings may be the solution

a white line

bizarrely zigzags through the echoes

the melodies of mother nature

a mother of the fruits of the mind

and today, you will remind

me of all the wonderful kinds

of human beings, all so blind

hiding behind their window blinds

a comfort of never-minds

a fear of never-finds

yet a breakthrough, a painting of discovery

a black screen, a white line

a white lie, a white lie

a meaning erased, a feeling in space

a pen and a pencil

a paintbrush and stencil

and will all my dreams reappear

once I make the seams disappear

the individual method

love
is a world greater than us
but is it ever true
every day, every night
a beautiful sunless sky
darkens the bright white sands
is a world full of whys
is it ever going to happen
a miracle from a golden cloud
ten thousand miles above
or forever, is there a forever
an ageless human heart
are we truly free from the earth
or are we stained dirt
is a world greater than the sum of its parts
is a world greater than us

is there something evil hiding within
a shared hatred towards each other
a love only spoken of
will there be an ancient tale of humanity
a once upon a time that is not reality
a happy ending, never happening
a puppet of an arrogant you
so will there ever be true salvation
and then, a realization
a question, mentioned in passing
a trespassing, mutual surpassing
a class without a teacher
and who are you, again

who are you, and who am I
a human, fellow naked aliens
a public offense, until it isn't
a brainwashed freedom, until it isn't
until us, isn't
but the world is still so savory, isn't it
a five-course meal, grounded to dust
why is trust a must, no matter how fake
an enigma of the hidden rules
a right to live, maybe
a sight to believe, unbelievable

is there something to believe in
what is right in this world so wrong
faces of lovers, hearts of killers
a kind of kindness that feels so wrong
where is the love in this world of hate
where is the us in this world of you

when we were young, we believed
in the power of us, in the power of you
a faith untested, a throne uncontested
and a bloodshed in the earthly shed
oh how wrong, how wrong we were
a belief, a trust, unwavering
as earth the lover waved her ring
a goodbye to love, a goodbye to hate
and where is our trust in this land
where is the sign, to where's us

a universe unbecoming
yet our lives have to go on
for a dream of love, hopefully
a gleam of hope, hopefully

escapism

a campus of life

a walking distance from the night

a lone room for love of the alone

a spiritual retreat

in a cyan jungle of grounded skies

a crying teacher, unfounded lies

a preacher from a beautiful land

a sea so smooth, free from sighs

do I run away from the truth

the wild dreams of holy youth

a sign of birth

a creation made of dim light

a king bed floating aimlessly

above the sun-shone seabed

where will my dreams take me

where's me

a direction or two or five

a fragment of my mind, a hive

a piece or two or five or seven

a goal of mine, an angel in heaven

an angel, inside my heart

an angel, but who am I

an inspiration, or a lie-coated dart

a revelation, or a why-bloated chart

for I'm just a high-floated smart

a foundation of lies, soaked in parts

a marinade of success and tragedy

a barricade, progress and stagnancy

where's me

now, where's me in this endless world

where's me at this point of time

where's me, with no answers

an answer, I will find, I said

a dream, I will have, I said

but the dreamer within me is dying

and I am still earthed, never flying

a spiritual retreat

in a dream of peace I've written for myself

a dream I visit over and over

over and over and never any closer

a purpose, a meaning, a passion in believing

a nervous intervening, a fashion of grieving

a gorgeous breath

the air is far too comforting

this is only another one of life's many mysteries

to live a life of fulfillment or resentment

a routine to be broken, now I see

my life moves on, and I will be free

cave of peace

in this cave of peace
time will therefore stop
and all we can do is rest
let our inner worlds rest
the blue trees and starry skies
lighting up the garden of rosy lies
and bouquets of yellow and green
serenading the heart of time
yet we are but oblivion
a road to extinction
a memory long lost, long gone
a tragedy of the present and future
begone
as the softest diamonds pour out
from the cliffs of our wake
hydrating the thirsty lives
of the city of sleep, underwater
all dried out, yet drowning in tears
crying out their past decisions
along the river of stillness
a universe masking as life
beyond the furthest planets
there can be life, there can be hope
there can be a time when we all have hope
a hope for peace, a hope for wisdom
a time for love, a time for freedom
a place for our thoughts, free from pain
and ourselves, free from pain
a sanctum, motionless
a sanctum of the forever now
where we can all be ourselves
in this cave of peace
we travel through time
a now of the past and present
a now of the past and future
a journey, neverending
a journey of the most tranquil mind
into our inner worlds
where we can all rest

catharsis

free me from this never-ending spiral
as I scream with a spirit of defeat
as I slowly walk away
onto an island
all my pains
free me from these chains of darkness
like knives drenched in some cold-hearted fear
lost in space

the wounds on my beloved body
shattering the glass wall that separates me from
these emotions
filled with all the bonds that I've broken
as the blood of sorrow tearfully leaks out
of this obstructed tunnel
my future dusty shelf
nurturing me into a human of humans
like the musical notes of peace radiating from the
prison cell of reprise
on a branch made of sand

"where am I in this world of pain?"
and this light will finally reach the end
clobbered into a ball of loneliness and foreshadowing
the sea-blue skies of invisible clouds
"where are the clouds?"
never to be seen again
"where are the clouds?"
far far away
like the birds of heaven gliding through
whatever beings that are walking in the outside world

and as I kneel and beg for forgiveness
you stop to hold my hand
the scars of love root me into the soil
and talk to me
and there is nothing I can do
but release all this tension
of my demonic eyes
and talk to me
and shine a light onto my gut-wrenched heart
but what will this world say to me
and talk to me
when they witness the mind of a fragile self
slowly choking on the scent of wisdom

weak, miserable
as if chasing a shadow filled with hope
slithering on the gravelly floor
as if I were a wild ape of regret
crawling up my scrawny limbs
like a clawless sloth sleeping all day
wiggling into the orifices of my ear
deeper and deeper into this dreadful womb

yet I will never belong in that fearful place
as the stuttered words leave its mangled lips
a peephole to a mind
of a former drunk state of mine
lifting itself up onto the thick air

all we can do is to
flow away into the deep blue sea of love
like an earthly tree of mother nature

all we can do is to
accept this state of mind
and move along

all we can do is to
speak to the world in kind
and stay strong

A Float

If I walk this hill of kills
there will be stars, will they be ours?
Someday, someday
there will be a scar swaying too far
a little on par
with my long brittle day, today
among them, us spines of necrosis
drunk on the wine of hypnosis
a monk preassigned, paralysis
a catharsis, a catharsis
a metamorphosis or to resist?

This light will or will not shine
our uptight hearts will sing on a shrine
a ring of art, a smokey melody
a painting of cringing strokes, faithfully
why now, of all my lines
my lifeline, or my fishing line
the coral-drawn fishes, will they be mine
and this moral marathon of wishes be mine
yet, whenever we shriek in this sea of vines
who are we to seek, to plea or to dine?

So dance with me in this jungle of trance
wielding a fungal knife, for that is life
I bow down in disgrace, now you are my chase
the blaze of praise shall ignite this maze
now, let me exhaust for tonight I am lost
will my will of frost reach absolute zero
to be a blizzard of costs, a resolute hero
a wizard I am, a melt of a lamb
the pains I have dealt, too much I have felt
in vain, I fell into this well, but well
I have reconciled with you, for a while
just a short while, our bodies made of tiles
cracked ever so vile, embody the seven miles
back home's a trial, an earthquake with a smile
my exiled heart breaks, a gleaming glass stake
and my dreams on the grass
alas, now I wake

Everything falls apart as we fall asleep
Everything rises again as we rise awake

Yet once we sleep, will we ever rise awake?
Yet once we wake, will we ever fall asleep?

Life goes on

Metamorphosis

I swim in this river
a bouquet of tulips at full bloom
as pink as the innocence of childhood
slowly shrivels, then sprouts
all at once, once for all
a fountain of starry glitter
it's raining, it's raining
a deluge onto my fuming soul
an inspiration to quell the night
mingle in the bright
while those two fireflies burst into the light
a cathartic sight

And now who are we but lovers
an artist, a dreamer, a believer
we are the world, yet what is the world
when we are but a pair among many
the stills of the sea, now rise
into a gigantic wave of reason
the roar of the ocean, it cries
treason, your majesty, treason
yet, let me ask, with all honesty
sprinkled with lots of sincerity
but before that, let me hide behind my dignity
again, and again, and again
until our hearts are in affinity
now, let me ponder with you by my side
wonder and wonder, by truth's raging tides
will we still be butterflies in the sea
once the river dries, and sets us all free?

Let us dance on this floor of wavy blue
for this life is just too good to be true
every single day my heart is in rue
a rhetorical question, "who are you?"

The Dreamer

"What do you want to be

my friend

a loner walking down the streets of ghosts

or a person you hate the most

I have no control over the dreams you have

or the lives you wished you've lived

but you are your own identity

and you need to establish a reality

a beautiful epiphany

and be free to chase your destiny

but you told me that you are just discovering yourself

that you are still young and wild and free

maybe in heart, maybe in mind

or maybe in mere words of remind

a conniving attempt to convince

that you are the ruler of your own province

that you are indeed as great as you think you are

so do not let anyone else change that mentality

for the mind is your deity

your guardian angel and your fallen demon

and your heart is your reason

a spark in the dark

and your strength shall be left behind as your mark

when you leave this world

what do you want to be remembered for

your self, your dreams, your actions

or a story, a legacy, an epic fantasy

that will enlighten the spirits of many

are you truly a tragic being

or are you just basing off what you are seeing

some said that seeing is believing

but while the eyes gaze, the mind is retrieving

all the love and fear

all the words of hatred that you never want to hear

this is called 'suffering'

a pain inflicted while you are recovering

a foresight to a crash while you are swerving

away from the tree of life, undeserving

but who am I to judge

the inevitability of life, that is pain

who am I to judge

that your dreams will free you of all pain

for I am I, and you are you

now, the question is

who are you to judge

that your dreams will free you of all pain

life is pain, pain is rife

suffering is a pain, yet pain is not a suffering

so, let me ask

will your dreams rid you of all pain?

I don't think so, you see

will your dreams rid you of all suffering?

I think, well, maybe."

A Warm Chair

One day, one night
there was a dreamer
who loves to sit by the fireplace's warmth
rejuvenating in the calmness of heat
inside this cold, dark wooden cabin
where the lights are unlit, unwell
where termites have once bit, and well
the dreamer can never recall such a tragic history
a memory fabricated in a clothing factory
an ecstasy in a poorly-written biography
a grand fantasy, now just far too lonely

Alchemy
a wonderful concoction of love and hate
of dreams and reality
and a poem hidden within our tragedy
now witness me
savour this moment, where I cremate
all the beams of clarity
now a lost kitten, within our melody

One day, one night
I look up to the sky
swimming in the black sea of white stars
corals of nebulae, with their dusty figures
and today, tonight
I look up and I cry
as my soul will be buried in seven billion jars
my body wrapped tightly in my fate's ligatures

In this relaxing, windy, brightly-lit destiny
I wonder and wonder, what will be my legacy?

A Cool Breeze, Reminiscing the Sunset

This world is a lonely labyrinth

far too many encounters of the truth

shrouded in the dark of the sky

walking through the rain of youth

and inside this trench of dismay

the overwhelming face of yours shine

through all the bloodied pathways

and I am still at a lost for lines

All the scripts that I have written

printed so plainly on your saddened face

when our bright eyes become so smitten

will you still look at me with disgrace?

This dance pours over us molten weavers

stitching through the cloth of life

and when we have seen a thousand leavers

will you still have the courage for life?

So why do you wait
why do you wait
why do you linger in this neverending wait
for a chance to live as someone new
for a chance to see your sad self through
for a chance in earnest to be free of hate

Where is the chance beyond today
when is the time, if not today?

A Wild Dance

The butterfly of knowledge swims in the sea
fluttering its bright-colored wings
inside this lonely forest of lying beasts
unparalleled in its tenacity
unrivaled in its vibrancy
unmarked in its beauty
a life of truth, a wonderful self
and we have arrived in an unknown world
we are now in a brilliant universe
why does the world seem to care so much
about what lies within its gorgeous body
lightheaded, spinning around and around
the soulful voice of yours
it resonates within my struggling heart
a life of hardship, a life of suffering
as the singing of swallows echo within me
my broken heart beats to the wild rhythm
of the spirit-piercing guitar riffs
in this lightless purgatory of dance
a wild dance of trust
a trust in ourselves
a belief in our spirits

Crawling through this familiar tunnel of life
we see nothing but love
love and more love within
there is no hatred, just unrelenting love
a warmth of a mother
a support of a father
and the son and daughter within us
the holy spirit of innocence buried deep
we are but our own unborn children
swimming aimlessly in this ocean-sized aquarium
filled with the ambitions of the underwater people
red, orange, purple, some pink and green
a colorful array of scattered dust
lighting up the pathways within our souls

This dance is neverending
never resenting, never reprimanding
just wanting us to enjoy our lives to the fullest
instead of being trapped
inside the negativity of our own minds
and this dance will keep us alive
this song will keep us alright
this rhythm will keep us sane
and your heart will keep me humane
now rise awake

Now it is the time
for all your emotions
all your tensions
to be released, to be relieved
and this dance shall never be over
it is just the beginning
the grand prologue
of an epic, yet untold