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Henri Words Mar 2016
Hill by sound
Hell by spelling wrongly, on purpose
I guess I mean the fork not
But chopped sticks, a pair
Joining in the middle of a mist
Missed. Shaking in the wind
Blowing little mind, never
Say never

Grace by sight, I mean outside
Race by beats, and heart beats
Lace by age, I mean edge
Nice by curse, courtesy I mean
I mean

Fresh by smell
Flesh by far smells too
Hunt as once lost
Hard as once cheated
Hence one seized, sealed
See, old

Mar 3, 2016
Henri Words Mar 2016
if you see
  LOVE
  in GOD
you see
  GOLD
Henri Words Mar 2016
Small town grows big
Bigger and stranger
To me it is just a nameless street leads to
my old place now ruined

Dust stirring the air
reflecting grains and colors of their kinds
Yet my beforgotten dreamland

Wind, born in ancient time
Travels a long way but never stopped
My words are Sarira out of it
Landing on papers and turn to blossoms
Taking a closer look, shadows running around old houses like faces
hide and seek in my childhood

Wherever I go in this world
I see my hometown in the front
Why drifting though?
Wind asks, rain drops
From a distance in the field
Comes a handsome young boy wearing
a light of tomorrow on his forehead

Nov 27, 2015
Henri Words Feb 2016
in the sunshine of today
find a patch of woods
belongs to yesterday
envy a bird, having a chat
then fly away
in the clear water of streams
sitting rocks of all kinds
I listen to them carefully
sieve out the ones I understand
write it down with fern
feel the gentle touches of moonlight
in my dreams
Henri Words Feb 2016
Tear drops can grow old too
Travel long hours toward orbit of eyes
Even harder when marching cross the cheek
Plain earth now full of man-made valleys

Is it rain and cloud floating in the sky
Or my overshadowed loneliness
Yesterday and today are two dots carrying a single line
Mourning rushes and dries out my flesh

Tell me more about my childhood
Those stories only you own and took
In a paint-polluted and deaf blind world
My fingers trembling on sighing strings

Night crosses boarder again now
I can see you staring at me near my window
Unwilling to join another round of shift
Everything silenced and paused for a while
Henri Words Feb 2016
cheese, cheers, chips
tuna pizza, deep base
long enough in the oven
remember onion on top
in the end
bring along ta tabas scope
I mean the little bottle
chilly no, spicy stuff from the states
give me the original not only
the label and bottle
don't try to fool me you know
I had it at home everyday
I lied, even worse I said
I used to work for that little company

chic, shake, mask, shock
goat head, live, pointing at you
guest of honor
holy water in the day
alcohol at night
a hundred times a day same prayer
bow and head up again and again
spiritual outside, physical inside

a hotel room
sitting on the fifth star
lift quietly down
to the lobby bar
shaking handle of
the same beer jar
cigarettes sharing with
other guys no matter who they are
wine at dinner, red and dry
anything below 13.5 degree
better switch to cha

tea, tears
mixed with funny jokes
marlboro
words prepared for tomb stone
manufactured in Swiss not
the Philippines
same same but different

winter time again
in Hannover it was
dome, domo, taxi
same people same suit
same place same ****
they call it busy ness
oh my God

(Additional piece)

Who Else Isn't Fooling Around

summer day, the hottest
bulk trials caused flights delay
sweating like hell but
won the trust with
the last trick as always
forget about chemistry
water, acid and salts
nothing matters for those
cheap, once off products
living in details are devils
hang themselves the last day
to pay all debts

acid dyes
accident dies
exclusive group of those type
stained absolutely
blocked the lights as blockers
light up fire to smoke
lighter went back to the pocket
never opened but explore this time
burnt, burnt out
all of the sins leaking
on the floor
johnny walked away silently

distance, disconnection
disappearing appearance
sky, skype, type, wipe
weep, beep, bitter, laden
a missed call, meant safe

fear, fight, fare, farewell
dear, dare, tare, tolerance
word, world, weird, wide web
man, memo, memory
mop, mob, map
fine, fancy, fantasy, finali
me, miss, miserable, mistery, mix
you, united, uniform
we, wall, warn, wallet
wow, worry, worrier

pain, penny, perfume, perform
perhaps, panda, pancake
panadol, panasonic, peninsula
fan fence fossil
fool full fuel funeral

2016.1.3
Henri Words Feb 2016
i am a naughty vase
always fall into pieces
openning my eyes
see myself luckily back to where i was
one more time, left my past
in the dreams being erased

such life replayed for years
until one day I shed tears
facing the direction where light comes
the long bottled bud
got the message and turned into blossom
in just a tiny moment

Feb 18, 2016 Self translation
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