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

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

Life starts from an innocent place of blindness
living long in others memories
A withheld breath at the neck of
a less than full bottle

When all these are to be emptied
it becomes the last lucky drop
sticking to the bottle firmly
at the bottom

Whistling in the afternoon air
Piercing in the nation's ear
Last call for awakening of the world in dispair

No time to blame here
No space to squeeze further
Get up people and fight

For the world is ending
The last day is nearing
Hope less is never helping

The cowards are down
Your day is ready to dawn
Rise up people and fight on

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

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

We are often late
But time never

Wor-l-d
A divided
Word

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

i might die innocently
without knowing you
your wits and pain
compatible

you might live ignorantly
without recognising me
my pain and presences
unbearable

we might come across
one day after you also die
no need to introduce
either in darkness or light
neither reversible

Dec 4, 2017

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

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

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