Dream #4

I've walked around
To see just your shadow
And sat on the tallest tree
To catch your glimpse

Rain

The rainy season is passing
But tears keep falling from the sky
For there are too many eternal partings

Apple of One's Eye

To still be able to breath
Is already a reason to be grateful
And to be able to know you
Is fortune

To see you every once in a while
Is joy
To be able to listen to your thought
Is treasure-trove

Teach me.

Those who understand others are wise
Those who know themselves are in the light
Those who conquer others are powerful
Those who conquer themselves are mighty
Those who are content are wealthy
Those who take action have will

Dao De Jing (verse 33)--Lao Tzu

Teach me, my love,
how am I supposed to tell you?

If I tell you to leave me,
would not it sound heartless?
If I tell you not to leave,
would not it be an ill manner?
If I tell you to do whatever suits you,
would not it be a cold disagreement?
If I tell you to stay with me,
would not it be vanity?

Dream #3

Then I lead an ordinary
A joyful and warm
I'm walking the path of the sun
But my heart keeps itself remember
The sad scenery when you turned your back
As you walked by

Dream #2

Green moon on the highest mountain
As I walk my path to the peak so quietly
An owl sings so sorrowfully
As though it's telling me to return

Dream #1

Rumour has it said
I began to give my heart secretly
The day you had my heart shaked

Words have gone around
Like the breeze of the wind
That I've been offering my morning prayer
For you.

Like a river from the peak of a mountain
Yearn accumulates
It is now becoming a pond.

The Very Thought

Sometimes, these thoughts came up.

For me they were all good days, the day you were born, the day we met, the days we have spent talking to each other. They were all good days.

And that I'll be strong enough to wish you all the very best in life and hope that you won't be thinking or be worried about me. That you will forget me and all those moments we had.

Skinny Love

A smell of a perfume
Lingers dithers
Waiting in silence
Leaf in a dark night
On a happenstance
Has said its prayers
For a river to be brave

Pain

"Don't think you can frighten me by telling me that I am alone. France is alone, God is alone. And the loneliness of God is His strength"-- George Bernard Shaw

Have you been in pain? If you knew what pain really is, you will probably be brave enough to be alone. For people can be mean sometimes. Even the kindest and the fairest of all. Consequently, it is better to be alone than being in pain.

The real pain makes you forget everything. Even on how to breathe. The only thing you are aware of is pain itself. All you can think of is how to get away from it. When nothing helps, wouldn't death be the only door?

The thought that one who has been destructed can no longer be hurt is futile, nothing but empty words on clouds. Wouldn't one be more sensitive to pain? Our brain memorizes the whole processes that our body going through. Even when the illness ended, sometimes, the memory of the pain remains.

And to be addicted to pain is beyond the pain. It is a split-second feeling of joy that comes at the end of one's last strength, that one would soon be dead and to realize one is still alive right after. As to myself, the conception of jouissance found its relevance only by far. For one wouldn't be able to realize any amount of pain the body and mind can bear when it is already dead.

Saviour

Can you save yourself?
With all your songs
The happy and sappy?

Can you walk into the morning?
When all your heart is for the sunset.
The one that you always rush coming to.

I'll help you clear your paths
You will know me by name but not by heart.

After Foie Grass

You're telling me now to see only you.
Then of the power you have over me as an affirmation, you had it announced.

I've witnessed your lust. You didn't hold back. There was never a single doubt in you that I am yours.

As for me, I still need to question everything.

A Hunger

Tell me, you whom I love, was it you who drank my last pour of sanity?

From afar I've silently watched while you were bathing on the roof. And my heart desires the nights.

I've wrote lyrics of our tragedy in a piece of paper, but my heart beats again every time I see you.

How can there be death? For it is I.
It is I whose dream is to sleep on your lap. To hold your waist close to mine and drink water from your mouth.

Tell me, was it you, my lover? The one who spoke with me last night so comfortably as if I have known you way before. That you were recorded on my palm long before your mother bore you.

Was it you, my beloved? The one who drank my last drop of strength. Right before my fall, behind walls that I have built with our names.

Into Your Hand I Put My Trust.

Give strength to my soul
So I would not harm anyone
So that even in the hardest time, my eyes would not be so clouded.

Because my days were built on miracles
There was not a day goes by
I would not thank You.