Roosters on roster,
words for goodwill associated.
Fortune tellers to alter
the fate of a deep fried miserable one
and make it again a flying creature.
That will eventually amaze
ordinary people like me if not a lot.

The monkey could have climbed higher
I am afraid rest of the roosters will crow
no matter whom the crocodile will bite next
with tears. This little prayer
goes to those victims lookalike
for swimming longer in the bigpond
of rumours for sake of
whatever.

Jan 30, 2017

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

The heavily snowed day is
the oldest day of the year
The day annual rings mark, those scars
you see are enhanced interrogations
I had to take

The smallest inner circle is
my blessing to you, see it?
the double-sided pattern I carved
on your window timber. Be aware

one evening
a little breeze will enter
into your room through
your closed window
to blow the moonlight and
put out the last piece of
your softest sorrow

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

Too late to complete
a dream-taking journey
before day dawns. Unfolding
rest of the night, I turn into
my roll of spring

Too old to wake up
in a late morning
until sunlight hurts. Stretching
rest of the day, I walk into
my role of ending

Too quiet to contain
a breath-holding cry
as soul tramples. Reaching out
to the darkness, I see myself
in my own tears

Sep 27, 2016

Flowers and trees of my homeland
are spreading along the rivers
I see her footprints everywhere, she has been searching for me
Walk side by side the stream behind my house as if I never have left
Never had she disappeared

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

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

did not pick anything
the moment i walked out of this Japanese bookstore, by known means
picked up a monologue

a Chinese looking young man entertaining himself looking at the security guard,
'I could not read any Chinese ... '
gesturing in the air shaking his black backpack, off i went
wondering he might shrug

a sad thing, like an apple
napping with its pear buddies knowing nothing about its past life, the age
before genetical modifications

well presented at markets, feeling
fresh and cool like us on summer beaches until being picked by consumers

a price to pay before they leave, a fair one
unlike those tomatoes fluctuate their lives
simply because of good looking red faces
rarely grow up naturally

Mar 10, 2016 SYD

The earth needed a punch
To move on
You came

The crowd needed a slap
To wake up
Your poetry slammed

The world needed peace
To live on
You fought

The music non-stopping
In and out the ring
Cos box echoes beyond

Jun 11, 2016

I don't think I can finish this
until life finishes it for me
I stay late every night towards
a deadend, weakened enough
to collide with another day

Feel like catching something but
who cares about your poems?
I think of the same as I lie down
Forget it then, but I know they will stay up
until I come back in another day

Nov 23, 2016

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

you might say
science won, by inventing
a palm of screen that contains
the whole world and its history
mountains and rivers, men and women
kids and animals, right
each and every body and thing  

and they move in real time
my expectations are my being
i keep receiving all what the screen produces, a message
freezes my dying and
dies my freezing

zzz zzz zzz

my very last memory was
myself flashed into the screen
entering the reality of
world was one

Nov 25, 2016

For the first time in my whole life
I have seen a timepiece gaining hours overnight, scarily it's mine
Oh, my old piece of mind

I didn't really care when I was young and the world was slow
But now all things are running like hell
Carelessly clicking my life away,
you naughty piece. Your gain is my loss if you listen to what I am saying

My daughter is still young I need to stay
Please slow down if I have to fall off my way
I want things  harmonised and world in peace
Don't make fun of me, you little piece

I am writing a letter, got a lot to fix
I have to send it out before sunrise
When you knock like this my heartbeats follow
Slow down please, I can speak cheese

Gaining like this without feeling the pain
It turns out like a game over and over again
Round after round hand in hand
You keep gaining I become insane

I know you are working hard but got no idea where you learned this trick
Stop laughing and get me out of here
As you can see I am very sick
I am ordering you now, little piece
Time to put you beside the bin for free pick

Nov 14, 2016

I was worrying about you
when you said you were ready
The cracks you have made
The things we have never seen
Now that how many hearts are broken
How many of them are finally open

I was worrying about yours
Now I am worrying about mine
Between life and death an enlightenment
Your lyrics speak yet messages to set in

How far lives are apart
How near they have been
The crowd continues clamouring
No one answers a question

The day dims out now
The world comes to an end
I will no longer worry about you
Nor will I worry about mine

Nov 11, 2016

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

I recall the day I was adopted by
The world,  invisible like a sound
Out of original obit
Life generated when sand storm started
Some captured a will
On earth born a few

One eye discovers sin
Another deceives repentance
When I try to focus
It turns into a tiny thought
Emulsifies weather
Infuses temperature
Emerges everything

Jan 12, 2016

Searching for
The least of words
So far this is shaping the form
Meant to disappear when
Emptiness reveals

That is why poet is
Not a title but those
Who are called on this mission
Who knows when the thing turns up
Whichever never arrives

Mar 8, 2016

A beam of brightness shedding from the sky
A message received instantly at heart
A teardrop falls in direction of the light
A flowerbud blossoms in just a second

life
a part time job until
your time to part
what on earth
are you doing
now


Aug 17, 2016

Bored performing fables
as we all came in flesh,
The very day things don't belong
lived with us, to this moment
Hence why we see flammable
yet often ambering bodies

Everywhere we go.
Every part of us they are gaining
against us, especially those invisible
eventually taking our lives,
waking us up by putting us into
our native invisiblenesses

September 8, 2016

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

if you see
  LOVE
  in GOD
you see
  GOLD

When I was hiding into her body
She was just a water drop of many
Living on a high-voltage power line
She was crumbling
I was laying a sleeping

A chirping of birds rushed in
Throwing us high by landing and winging again
We turned into micro pieces instantly
Renamed ourselves  cloud when moving
And fog when floating

After splitting myself into countless bodies
I started to see you from various angles clearly, and a lot of you
Only without seeing my selflessness

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

the dribbles and drops you grab
are sob and sorrow now flow
tiny dusty world ever floats
not sure if i still need to grasp

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

Am I a writer or
It's just one of my fingers
Bleeding black?

What
comes in form
to inform us
what formless is

How kind is that
assuming we would pay back
with an understanding

That formlessness is actually
His image that lives in us
a knowable conscious awareness of
His existence, we call it life

The journey of going away
formatted a heavy shell which
we carry as body and suffer from
its wearying that produces
a disappearance misspelled as death
which we are dealing with
all the time of our being

Oct 28, 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

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

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

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

I am looking for
the once familiar group hoping
to see myself
amongst them

Acrossing the street
I come to the bookstore knowing
there I can find them
I scan each bookcover
walking through each aisle as if
passing by every home

Every door is well decorated
with owner's name on it
I, must be hiding behind
one of the doors, the different doors
hiding from myself

i see myself
thinning into a little book
lying in hands of a strange pair
the emptiness left on the shelf
filled full with my sorrow
like familiar eyes from the past

2015.10.14

for Nian Nian Project initiated by Ai Weiwei


The night is still young
A film with its full cast on and on

A pair of eyes out of deep
dark earth to see a lost sky

For those of us watching
We see stars blessed in disguise

April 13, 2021

when i said i am in a place far away
you were in the faraway place too
we turned around at the same time
could not see each other
nor each self

When I see weaknesses
bind you
I want to talk to you
about love

When I see love
surround you
I want to tell you
about life

When I see life
abound in you
I want you to share
with many not a few

Dec 8, 2016

If I say
We all judge and lie, as we are human
Or if you will,
We are all human, as we judge and lie
Did you see the difference?
Who cares? You said
Actually you admitted inside without being noticed
No, no need to look around now
It's too late

A false smile with or without
Surgical aid, called social
An all time annoying msg, called networking and even real time
No, no need to check now
It's too much

What is real then
High hills?
' I am very well, yourself?'
No one knows, which means everyone knows it

Tie and suit?
The luxury limousine takes you to your funeral?
Two beautifully made instruments carrying same somebody
One is vertical, another horizontal
You stand or lie?
No, no need to answer now
Lie, down
Under, stand

The flower may last forever
A vase can never be fake
A place like heaven reported suicide
I am broken twice
And I broke my language
My words come back in lines

I tell myself to run
As all things go wrong
I stand still all along
Everything else moves on and on

All writers are limited with words
Though not much meaning they need to carry
All what we've done is do
All what we didn't do was done

Lying in bed, I am floating
Running an obit non stopping
That's called eternal when you are fast enough
Just you may fall at any time

Aug 25, 2016

My Mum didn't know much about Mother's Day
Me neither back then
But the small flowering plants knew,
blooming and blossoming all the time
in the backyard, to please Mum

This was told by little puppy
He  wasn't sure when I asked him to
live with my sister after Mum was gone
Leaving home was hard but he had to
My sister loves him and he is happy now
No longer irritable at me when I visit
but looking at me, wanted to tell me more
about Mum and those flowers

Since I came to meet you
in my maturer days
This land of plenty but
lacking of one word which
I have tried to pronounce
even broken into pieces
to compose a simple message
Yet not sure how much
you could have understood or
myself to comprehend

The day dawned and darkened
innocent eyes blinking in the air
I am still here, trampling
like a five year old kid

Oct 19, 2016

we are gifted to breathe
in with tense, out with ease
but do we feel the pressure
when taking, and the relief
when giving?

hold your gift tight
as long as you can
until you have to give away
to live on
onto the hold
so long

Nov 21, 2016

Knowing is not a state in silence
but an active movement in peace
Nothing on lips tastes genuine
until it serves and lights up a soul
No one could live without fear
if all are doomed to end
Invite a complete cleansing of the sins
and welcome the immortal return
“Now be with the King” a calling in one word
That’s what knowing is all about

2021.7.24

We are often late
But time never

a place
my latest
previous life lived
in unfamiliar yester-hours

No thing to be ex-cited about
No body would re-member yester night
No wonder would re-main the same
It's just another in-no-cent day
Arrives in no time

2024.1.1.

We each got one chance to
dream a dream, and the next day
will be like it as promised

Look at what's happening today
I realise I have failed
Hence I come to let you know
the secret privately as the murmuring
into my ears five hundred years ago

Heavy storms all night
Morning news showing flood on streets
the other side of the world
Cars moving like boats got their luck

The earth is still soft
Hence ******* so fast

Aug 9, 2017

heavy windy day we parted
my cold got worse that night
kept dosing tablets for days
still missing you but relieved

forever apart was realised after
forever happened

lots of good things on earth
embarrass me such as
those blooms and blossoms
amongst the greens  
i cannot tell even one as
they were named
but call them flowers