The Late Night Moral Owl

Supposed that life is not a limitation

Supposed that it stands, strips each and every casement of the mysteries

Penetrate the time limits

Penetrate the gray shutter

An illegible wilderness 

A term that created to never stop

Each individual is like running but does not stepping

Is like carried away into the mainstream of nowhere

Restrictions unstoppable 

Once in a while we confined and defined

You feel like understand, but more over in guessing

You were trapped in a perception of your virtual world

The elapsed labyrinth was the history by you

Created over the ideas and shapes of you

Say that you've been created by the basis of world's presumptions 

Will it be better than stripped by the dimension of infinite freedom?

“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.”

-William Blake

Sound of Color Within the Gray Monsoon

When you hear the sound of rain

And hear the clink of its fall

The sounds dye a tone through the beautiful strings that trembled

Instantly you know you're hearing the blue

The rhythm of a sweet love song

Entitled as "The Days of Wine and Roses"

Voicing a soft pink color

In the gray afternoon drizzle

A journey that accompanies deserted steps

Which sounds like a pale purple

Did not stain the rainbow which surrounds

You still walk in a steady jazz beat 

Orange drown your fatigue

And plays the song of blues to soothe your day

Like the twilight which kept sink in horizon

You sink deeper in the beauty fusion of abstract 

Color and tone plays a role in time

Fill out the white sheet on each life

And a new day will start soon

Sound of color play the music along the monsoon

Eternal Breath

See the chuckles of your children something has missing

The silent day that we used to have

The last cry that I ever spilled

Never know what brings me to these days

I don't have any clue nor any sense

Of the day when you tired of living

Your destiny seems like to be haywire

You rested on a beautiful thistly desire

Nighty night the moon sent its lambency

As your eternal breath continued your journey

Back to the nursery room through the gloom

See the babies asleep on your silent creep

In a second of gasp you're gone

I've been torn down by the barrier of my sanity

No tears that I abled to drop

For crowds already bathed you with their melancholy 

I still see you amid the empty space

I still sense you among all of us

Throw some jokes about sweet bitter of life

Your eternal breath continued in our times

The Undead Story

Numb in this wrecked skin

My eyes still working hard in its blurred sight

Walked limply with no direction

Pursuit the hope of a lost life

This town is full of dead dreams

People dive in patterns of camouflaged sin

Those are black bloods which stained 

As well as my existance which is faint

Dried roses fallen

Shattered as a carpet

My brain didn't work

But this bloody veins pushed me too hard

I fail to recall yesterday

As I fail to hope for tomorrow

This is the eternal thirst 

No water can satisfy this

I see somebody in that mirror

Not in a good shape nor in a good look

I tried to see it even closer

But the reflection keeps bumping at me

With amazement face, it stares back at me

I continue my walk in this messed street

I don't have any idea how it starts

I don't have any idea when it ends

I live for today, I live along with the step I take

From the Glasses of Innocent Eyes

Snuggling through words

Playing the role of her ruse

The broken family picture

Erase the humanity from her bone



Playing hide and seek with realism

She stands under the spotlight

As if the audience blindfolded 

As if they were meant to be deaf



Rely on the notion of her self perspective

She lost on the devil road 

While the innocent eyes finaly judge

While the innocent eyes finaly speak



Collapsed by the evidence of her mistake

Her child takes the wounds in silent sob

There is no concern

Or no room to pity the misled past



From the glasses of innocent eyes

No more Mom figure but ghost

No more hero, just zero

No longer appreciated or feel betrayed



The child must walk on her maturity 

Secluded Under the Lowlights

Crowds, laughter, passer, loner 

Lost in a shade, abandoned in howler

The cage of intensity

Bribing all the tendencies

Talk to the wind blows

The dimension of silent shows

Glimmers are everywhere

But the existence stands to nowhere

Today is like the other day

Sleep upon a time and disclosed by the other way

Dream leads you to the dreams

Drugging you to the other schemes

If only it's not a dim

Like the empty frames hanging on a tree

The space depicted to be free

Taking the brush and painting the world

Heeding the verses and ready to twirl

Early Scribble

Hello empty space

It's time to chase my old phase 

Muted by the happiness, sealed behind its shadow 

My mind overcome my hand, speechless within row to row 

The view of dismantled smoke 

The sound of soul's strokes 

Caressing my very morning 

Tempting every silence which almost abating 

Chewing inspiration which almost dried 

Try to find my old stride 

Jealous to see the rich mind 

But crawl from the bottom, I take my own sign 

Now say hello to the new lines 

The alter bridge of my confines 

Today still I write in dimly lit 

But this time I choose for not hiding it

The Love Song

You are the yearn of my days 

Like the new air of my breath

Sunshine greets through my morning

As if I was sleep under the bliss

And if I had to leave from my certain place

To be the other side where there is you

I will catch every second of time

Just only to stay whole with you

I would say and sing it to the blue sky

How's love flood through our kiss

It made our world swirl and fly by

Like a miracle of pendulum swing

Days kept changing, unfolding

But still I'm insist to be here

Moon rose like too early

Seemed it stayed to be apathetic

And if I had to leave from my certain place

To be the other side where there is you

I will catch every second of time

Just only to stay whole with you

I would say and sing it to the blue sky

How's love filled and made me full with you

Immeasurable even by time

For all I want is you

And won't I take all those back again

Though I'm suffered in pain

Promised to be by your side

For I know and I can see 

The same lonesome in you and me 

A Lollipop in Page

The chirp of cloudy morning peal its wondrous beauty 

As it was a perfect moment to sip the taste of an old times

Pampered and drawn by those vintage voices

Shrunk in this sweet anomaly,  the frames of a time roamer

Word by word, time after time

An anecdote is herding, I'm dancing in a rime

Reread all my writes, feel the flakes of each verses

My masterpieces in time, the journal of life's flavours

Now I'm landing on a sketch of laughters

Where I feel the rainbow of bliss

A small creature is trying to stay

In a warm belly it grows in its way

Waiting is the first list to do

Hoping for the best is the lovely second line

I have another story to make

And this time I offer you the lollipop in page

Dull Poet

Blankets by the dark

As if mind tangled by shadow

The unusual day for an unusual poet

Stuck in hibernating her inspirations hatching

Painting through the empty space

Word floats, puzzles, scrambles

This time crepuscle made her day

But not as easy as it looks

Lack of intensity 

Her mind turned in dull

She longs for the warm of verses

But the stupidity may seize all her freedom to write

Becoming a dull poet is not an option

But sometimes a blurry mind may lead some stories 

Even for the dull itself

Even for the stupidity of the poet herself

Weather Cheats

Clouds smile as they shine

Whistling with their odd breezes

Sounds like perfect day



Out from the dark place

Mirroring the other side

Sky ready to cry



Washed up by the rain

Perfect day gone with the wind

Weather cheats on me

Piece of Impression

Million miles separate from my origin

Ends at the back seat of a show

Crowds unify, curiosity rise

As one of the culture ready to perform

Similar faces passes by

No words to be understand

Non of them understand what I said

Like an alien stuck in its intelligences 

Enjoyed the sore of my feet

As I grow all the excitement in a day

This day maybe not too perfect

But the imperfections has the beauty itself

*in the moment of first day in Beijing 

Life in a Box of a Suitcase

Nothing has left but these plenty of clothes

Not even the burden from the past

Not even happiness that had last

Out of the wonderland is the last destination

Living in the world that swept all the love

You find your first love but you fail to grip it along

Failure is not the last word of your journey

Second story would be pleased to fill the other pages

Diving in a depth of relationship

You learn how life is challenging

You learn how to embrace your mistakes

You learn how to accept it

Smoke filled your lungs

You tried to release it 

But it dwells within its stain

No complain after all 

Nevertheless life never play easy on you

The first, second or even third needle of time would not turn back

Though everything has already in place even it's right or wrong

The word of regret never persuade you to give up

For everything has done for a reason

For everything meant to be beautiful

Though everything has happened just happened

But your sweet love one day would change your world

With this clarity you will make your world

With this sincere heart you will find your love

With this strong character you will win back your life

Life in a box of a suitcase teaches you how to live a life

Remembering When

I remember when...

Everything still there

Seems so easy but yet perfect

A normal life that I can give and share

I remember when...

Everything turn so wrong

The world was upside down

But somehow I still stood and strong 

I remember when...

I fell for a love

A love that ends to be hurt

Nevertheless sweet love meant to be tough

I remember when...

I sat under the roof

Stared at the empty street

Sank by the thoughts of my own goof

I remember...

Yes I remember when I did much adventures

The flowers of my times

When I filled every moments with so much pleasures

I remember when...

I graduate from a test

Not like some other test

The class of journey in life which I took with all of my best