Thursday, November 28, 2013

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