Chasing a Smile

Thursday, February 27, 2020

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

Monday, February 17, 2020

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?"

Sunday, February 9, 2020

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."

Saturday, February 8, 2020

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?

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

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?

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

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