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by the lake, June 27, 2009

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it has ended.

you walked, away
and swayed.

i stayed, wondering, pondering,
and wandering
around.

by the lake,
i finally realized, that you
have gone, really
gone
away.

i was under the two giants
outside the apartment.
i held back my urge, my
if-i suddeness.
only i then knew
the feeling was only like a few
morning dew.

the last we may cherish,
yes, finish.

me/i June 22, 2009

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let me go some place somewhere i don’t belong
why my heart is always displaced, can’t beat a song
where is the tears on my face, that should flow like a song
this is the time when you make, i take, she says, they break, we were a fake,
and it is all too late

be here with myself, stranger that sells
silent lover, he made himself from broken seashells
jaded blue sky with salty black rain
from the white cloud that is insane

rain, drains the pain
i’m insane
pain, kills the rain
i’m in vain
i’m in the rain

i’m weak, let me tweak, i can’t speak, it right
the light, it’s so bright, i just want to close my eyes
heavy little vest, crazy little invest, throw it, let me rest
i failed my test, my bad

now i can’t cry

when i die
will i cry?

to believe that i can fail, even with all my might

morning June 21, 2009

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i woke up in the morning
wondered if i had cried
i knew i was dreaming
but the sight had striked

it was his hand you’re holding
waiting for the ride
from far i was staring
i was tearing inside

i couldn’t bear the sight
i was not alright
i walked away, i had stage fright
but why they shifted the spotlight

i was crying
don’t you make me pouring
stop asking stop comforting
i was nodding or shaking?

confession with expired creativity June 18, 2009

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i used up all my lines
my love, remain undefined
hide and seek in the jungle of pines
alone? playing with all my whines

step by step along the line
never, never go astray after the wines
keep by the line
your love, it’s me, who wish to find

am i going crazy
loving you in my fantasy
could i call myself lucky
because i have had you with me
because i have had you with me

深夜 June 14, 2009

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夜深。寒。

重步冻步续幕燃布
寻路召雾仍不离簿
情循之路

气吸着寒霜及心然
木及雪赃望影伤长
觅寻之陆

北风冬函寄南虚寒
悉曲夺芳词优问暖
熏穆之禄

默然无意染须着墨
游及凉纸画生湖泊
绘藏己影松山其景
叹留虚情于曲拟音

夜深。寒。

Questions and Relations June 11, 2009

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There are times when questions invading your mind like the haze is covering the sky of Malaysia.
These are times when you have the doubts.

Doubts that question your actions. Actions that you made to define yourself.

Or some people may think it this way though, it is who you are that defines your actions.

Which ever the direction of question goes, it is orbiting around you.

This is when you stand still, and look around, feel it with the 5 senses you have, or six senses you have if you have the bonus number six.

No. Sometimes you have been doing this too long, that you keep on doing it. Should it be this way? Or sometimes you have been doing this too long and you take it for granted or people take it for granted?
It should be like this?

If relationship with other individual is like two lines in parallel, that would be the best way, you live and move together, but you will never cross each other, but once one line is steering away, you would have to follow, because if you don’t, there will always be a chance that you will cross each other’s path.

So, are those 2 lines independent of each other?

Now, try some laugh.

Take a joke, and laugh at it. Think about the reason that made you laugh, and think again about the initial meaning that the author of that joke intended to make. By the way, was it meant as a joke anyway?

Thoughts are flying.

The higher you get, the harder you fall. That’s what alcohol does, it gets you high before letting you down. So why take alcohol after you know that you will get that fall, and that “thuuumm!”??
I might answer ” I want to get my brain atrophied so next time when i get some contusion, I will get that some extra mili/centimetre of protection.”

There are just so many answer. Why give a damn into thinking about it when you will never get the right one. Oh damn! Why you want to know the answer in the first place?

DAMN IT!
IT IS RACING…

Interaction in two parallel lines, that’s attractive…or otherwise?

Sometimes you insist on things you believe, just like the author of that “joke”. BUT, reader understand it in different ways, that is this f**ked up life in offering. But like the questions surrounding the reason why alcohol is being taken up, all you get will be just bull shitting yourself.

I don’t think the Sun minds 8/9 planets are orbiting itself, why human wanna give a damn on it?

If I were the Sun, I’ll think ” Why I get those damn fingers pointing at me?”
Well, even circular orbit can move in parallel too…same as some buggering thoughts…it is always there, and they are parallel to each other, and you can’t do any f**king damn things to it.

Unless the Sun decided to explode…

alone and thinking June 9, 2009

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i can’t stop thinking. again.

thinking it was not fate that made us collide,
but it was me working hard to change my orbit.

circling you. as centre.

loving a person i can’t love now. and then.
it was the fate that i can’t bend.

game on. after it was over. again.

i am playing the losing game.
you are always on the upper wind
you got me hanging…
i am swinging
every time i hear your name.

you carved mine iron heart
let it beat until it tore apart
you got me thrown like a dart
it was my soul i failed to guard

i am always thinking. been thinking this way.
always.

you taught me loneliness.
in solitude and in sadness.
some ways i manage to submerge
or drown
before my heart merge.

alone.