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

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

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

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

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

big bus box
running raining same pace
wet waste my day
daily deli life

job jobs jobless
le novo lap top
hp heavy pack
I am I be am

sun rise sun rice
live to lie down
games out of town

Jan 07, 2016

Bored living in the tombs
Those turned to names of cities
Where we live and visit until
Too many of them are carved on stones
Openly standing books
Echoing our names on the bills
Sent by devil or in Dave's name sometimes

Street signs, silent police?
Scary if you know they were those
Underground names now holding posters
Directing you to your tomb home
Until a square-meter palace is sold to you
These revolutionary thinking reformers
Who called themselves gravediggers

All names have to be digged out now 'cause
They are running short of lands to continue
Urbanization. Hear what they say:
You could die eternally but this cemetery
Can only be used for 70 years, legally
Your cinerary caskets will be displayed
In sky-high buildings, closer to the heavens

Lucky if yours is made of sandalwood
Carved and painted as Red Mansion where
You could have wonder-ful dreams
Your friends and enemies could smell
The phosphorous glowing in the wind

Feb 17, 2016

China tongue, yes dynasty of tongue
The taste of spicy or none
Welcome you home with eyes open round
Reminder of an oxidized hole of an accient coin
Looks original but didn't live long

Such accent of southerners
Occupied many streets in so called western cities
Representing an old fashioned society not sure if ever existed
A place all Chinese visitors must go
Looking forward to a city but it is just
A seat in a city
Cult of a culture
Architech out of an architecture

Everyone appreciated the precooked food
The fish was alive a week ago
Knowing he had to live till today
They even served tea
Tears of their parents
Who got nothing to eat
After survived sixty days in a small boat
Poor memories served
When they built this
China tongue

And now
A mainlander like me
Trying to take it down prior to
New year eve of the Young

Feb 18, 2015

it doesn't mean anything
the moment you try to put
the first word down
it loses its meaning to
a box you belong
the word is wordless even when
you sing, look at those
wordless travellers crossing
over same corner same time each day
the web they are weaving with steps called world, a divided word if you've  noticed

meaningless
game of words you work on
poems jump out of it and gone
coincidence sounds a wise one throws queries in a bin which contains stuff called food and fruits a while ago when they were still trying to grow as they were under the sun

poets look like relatives of poems
but thieves of the wordless pieces
those critics stuffed their mouths with poetic swears are their truly
enemyful friends with whom they split bills of love and hack fairly

Dec 4, 2015

my mind didn't realize
when my body fell
off the street
continued a further distance until
attached to a fiddle
winding in between the strings
were lines dancing on a page
with two hands holding
my awakening
still

Mar 26, 2015

I move into this city
Carrying different parts of myself
In a suit, not yet a case
I plant myself in places I feel safe
As planned
Until the whole city
Familiarizes with me

Feb 17, 2015

Another feast, festival
A party made national
****** red colors as always
Year of the monkey
King welcomed home
Cheer up, nay, I am fired up
By fireworks and deadly smoke
Smog you put up
With lies

The First Generation shout out love
For snow, as beauties
Covering all those dirt till
Very end of the party
That's enough, good enough
Sick though happy
Dyeing but long live
Eternity of a type
You know it

Feb 11, 2016