Passing Through The Darkness

Slicing the instinct 

The arcane was torn, curses spit

Teardrop bated as breath hunts

Wound wide open, the heart cries




The ripple of pain unable to stem

The cimmerian sigh loud and stay

Body falls along with the bridge of hope

Toying life unwillingly to be blamed



The chain of fate convoluted by mistakes

Incised by the foredoom of another story

Shouted a shout inevitable said

Reverses direction and unpredictably impaled



Breath blows the true bitterness

Jaded in each lamentation

Tired of every abnormalities which frequently ensue

Longing for the things which reasonably flows as it should



Life is about to choose

Though destiny had its own script

We have awarded a red carpet, but

Sorry if we still have to walk on the imperfections of life...

The Lost Angel (Sestina)

The lost little Angel was fell into the urban slums,

Walking aimlessly with nothing but her broken wings,

Blossom into granules of dusts, intangible as a vagabond,

Her heaven plucked as the moonlight stolen, the intangible vagabond,

Her sanctity made her glowed illuminate those souls who ingested by the slums,

However flagellation in disguise filled the story of her wonderful flawed wings

Trace stitches by stitches of her wings

Her world plays deception in those eyes who marked her as a vagabond

In fact she just an imperfect little Angel and they are the slums

The lost little Angel quit play with the slums, her wings fixed, she is no longer the intangible vagabond

Battlefield

Spindle time as sowing illusions

Drowning in a sea of images

The measures that raise life seconds

Human is the animate doll who conquered the presence

Life from the past back to the present

From the present for the future

Turnover outlined by destiny

Like an hourglass that acts as a reciprocal measure of the time

The limitations are things of beauty

When the end of a round will be on relief

As the satisfied thirst

As the favor of all the sacrifices

Life in all parts come with the name of love

A form that presents a mirage

A perfect fundamental when you touch

It was part of a mortal but drunk when you shed

Small leaps present the flowers of aesthetic

A conclusion atop of provisions that you can reaped

I will not give up in any of those circumstances

My life is still in the front line of this battlefield

Goodbye Ufo

On your grieved howls you tried to say goodbye

Those tiny feet fragile by its pain

Our beloved little fellow

Age takes back your time, your color

The greenish t-shirt left for love

The blanket of warmth and hope

Nothing we can do but stay

Along with you in last battle of the day

Soft whisper on your ear

Say, leave and go, we let you to the land of no sorrow

Released all your pain we will meet you one day, one life

Be happy in another life

Rest in peace, our beloved dog - Ufo February 18, 2013

Alienated

Walking through the aisle of time

The space is like giving you no air

Freedom is not like something that you want

You are too reluctant of breaking the rule

You are born into another shape

Too bad the shape doesn't fit you

You hope for a better chance

The embrace fade like it has to

Your head is lost in its crowd

But your lips taped for a shut

Your voice is like choking

But your hands survive to scream it out loud

Your pride was taken

Your tone and privacy

Your world shrink

But the remain happiness still exist

You try to adapt

The strange new world challenged you

Afar from the way that you lived

But still you deserve for a second win

This Time

This time, I want to be the ray of your eyes Pasting every beauty into your life  Meld into the vibes of your shade When you soar the empty through your land This time, I want to be your nightfall wanderer Floating within the casement of your dusk For my world is no longer could resist every sense which had surged  And through this tiny grin would I share, this felicity This time, I want to be your gravity For this time I want to be love Falling slowly into your universe When the time I toss this feeling,  my passion This time, I want to be the rain that makes all your thirst is mortal And symbolizes this as the spectrums which adorn every absurdity of our time For the hue of my heart bloomed, matured by your touched For you are the rainbow, the colors of my soul

Blurry Mirror

Steam clouds on mirror

Hide the reflection in blurred

Chose to be unknown

Hidden soul not speak

It says through the words of eyes

I'm living in you

Unnamed solely side

Lived from the remained shadow

Under self conscious

Friend or predator

Both are potentially hurts

Pick the wise answer

Make peace with yourself 

Take two sides in good or bad

Those, the shapes of you