The entertainment is dead,
instantaneous distraction
whether you're bored or not,
living in leading to death.

Distraction, distraction...
and what more distraction,
not a bare disturbance
living in leading to death.

No life.

Your Love once more.

My only wish is to die in your Love,
Quicker and every day again.

She became quiet and unchanged for her mind was left in an attic.
She probably never thought she had kept it away from herself.
Misplaced and unused.

Routinely she reduced her daily tasks, as she sat and slept for the most of all time. For she have lost a change mind.

She is not ready to find.

Our body won't keep us in for long.
Our body is rejecting us, but we refuse to feel it.

Our body is telling us something, something deep within our reach.
Our body is telling us to go, go within our needs.

But we refuse to feel it.
Our body is rotting, the days the wind blows the dusts of us go.

Our body is telling us something...

Deep within the self, not one can fulfil by self.

This is a terrible romantic
and sadomasochistic narrative.

The artist's mind is clothed in fabrics.
Fashion is his vocabulary.

Grim-tales are often told with foreboding,
exacted further through sharp, perceiving lenses.

Collections of sharp silhouettes speak of
a masterful and sensitive touch.

A turbulence of emotions exploded in
delicate and mesmerising theatricals.

Taking delight in challenging popular notions,
Alexander left audience continually in a
lingering aftertaste of shock mixed with wonder.

Her heart is gold,
I am one who have received it.
It is rich and precious to my soul.

I am blessed by her wealth.

It was bewitched,
She was power,

All the flowers she possessed,
She turned them into plastic flowers.

Now, those flowers lives forever
In return of a breath undiscovered.

Don't want to be included nor excluded.
Just want to express without being concluded.

The sun sure knows how to be ****.

Life is a man.
Don't take life to heart.

Something happened but it didn't happen.
Where did it happen?

The sun and moon
are no coincidence
with such a fate

Day and night
They intertwine

In the world  
Of lost relation
It even seems

Broken is the link
For heart and mind
They intertwine

Day and night
A fate there is
The world with
No coincidence it is

What happened to our friendship,
Was it a sunken ship?
It is still a mystery.

Dear cheese,

I love your cheesiness,
I love how you swag with your flavours.
I love how you can be dress in so many ways.
And I especially love how you melt when you touches my tongue.

Love,
Human

The sun, the sun,
How silly it is to the moon, the moon.

But without the sun, the sun...

The moon will not appear
Beautifully in the night, the night.

There is a shape
A certain patterns
We've constructed
A system we've decided
How we should follow
And do as it is repeated

It has come and form again
A flow required
As our nature perceived
This is a cycle like endless circle

Sometimes I question
Why must we build it to have it followed
Why can't it be disform and how we formed it
And why do we do it this way

And somehow that is the only way

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I found a way out

The Only way out
You will never find in the system
Step out and you might find your way out

Overridden
It is a cycle like endless circle
It is the nature of our deepest calling
In the system that do not answer

It is shaped in phenomenon
An Intelligent Designer constructed

A choice for us to follow

The pain we cannot escape.

The pain so sweet with
Love we cannot escape.

The pain held merciless has been expelled.

Love is extravagant.
To her, Love is vague.
Love is like an ocean
and she is drowning to survive.

Gentle soft Love, so quiet,
it's onerous to hear out.

Quieten oh life to hear out.
Take heart.

A fear,
clueless of its phobia name.

A fear,
for losing a pack of chips.

A fear,
for opening to what will end.

A fear,
of ending a pack of costly chips.

A fear,
of having no pack of chips in the cabinet.

A fear,
of missing chips without a notice.

A fear,
that disappear once you open a pack
and restore new ones back into the cabinet.

Omnipresent

You want what you see
Hypnotised

Oh good lots,
Finally is raining flowers and plants.
Been waiting in a self-made water bed.
Waiting for the rain to shine.
Shine more beautifully than the sun.
To be as beautiful as the moon in the dark.
Comes only in the night.
Be as bold as the sun, be yourself, lighting bolt.

Take over, take over.
And come again another night.

I am by no means love.
I am merely a reflection of love.
I am only a resembling crimson shade of hate.

Love is a silent expression.
Love is a gentle whisper.
Love is a hopeful reminder.
Love is above and within us.
Love is all and none.

You have already been through it for yourself
but i have not

you are already there
but i am not

And i cannot bare to see that you're where you are
and i am still here walking on an unexpected journey

And it will be different
what is yours
will not be mine

Even though if our path may collide...

Nevertheless, I'll be here listening to your myths and tales
my ears are all attentive to yours truly

You must be strong, intensified, like coffee.
When you pour coffee into your mouth, you become the coffee.
When the coffee goes to your brain, you increased the energy levels.
Coffee can be dark and brown, but it sure makes you happy.
Become like coffee my friend.

Breathe, Sleep, Create, Repeat.
Breathe, Eat, Drink, Repeat.
Breathe, Love, Life, Repeat.
Breathe, People, Collaborate, Repeat.
Breathe, Live, Repeat.

A little terror
Shock his best-friend

A little late
With words left unsaid

Speaking a little louder
Hoping you could hear

A little gesture
With prayers from sorrow heart

May this be a little better
Of a breath of new hope

And a little peace
To his family and friends

With a little more time
to take in and breathe...

When he suffer from ****** temptation
When he suffer a great lost

When he suffer from all that he do not understand deeply
But for all that he felt deeply

When he suffer, he suffer in great tension
When he suffer, I hope he shut his eyes and mind and turn away
Turn away from ****** immorality

When he suffer I hope he find strength to receive a found strength
Believing it is forgiven and under controlled

Not by his own strength but by a given free choice

To Turn Away
Turn Away

Adjusting to the clock time, hanging upon the body fluid that flows from the ocean and sky reflecting the moon and sun of time.

A Father you can never compromise.
A Love unexplainable.

She smiles so bright but inside she can't hide it

Short but deep it isn't that hard to reach,
neither it is easy to reach.

You kept me awake all by myself but you occupied my mind.

My mind is a bin
A very large bin
Filled with a huge amount of junks
And it doesn't even need to wear a trunk
It is exposed to the gobbledygook

Be a lovely flower
A flower than shines even in the pouring rain

Be a lovely flower
A flower that blooms and blossom
Into a beauty of pure heart

I love him
I love his still small voice
I love how he gently whisper to me
I love the way he shows his love to me
I love because he loved me

Made by lust
Together like dust
Never will last

I think I do
Love myself so much
Almost to an obsession

I wonder
If you've ever loved me in any ways...

I don't think I am feeling well, right now
I am about to throw out words right now

Our minds are confused by the light we see, the artificial light we thought it was right.

My thoughts are all scattered around like pages but in a book of torn hiatus pages profoundly thoughtless. Left on a bookshelf trifling and collecting dust.

Not a single idea of life left, contemplating.

I dare not speak of my undesirable heart
Pushed by a radio button
Flooded with radio waves
Electricfiying my disinterest and the sums of ambivalent

Is too early to measure my heart's desire
I shall not speak.

Do you think I can apply
Sleeping less is more?

Sleep less
Yawn more
Stay awake even more

Take naps
Hate sleeps
Stay awake ever more

Need rest
Take breaks
Stay awake forever more

Sleep less
Wake up early
Have a little rant, every morning

Sleep less
Travel far
Have an abundant of rants from travelling long..

Sleep less
Coffee and tea, maybe a little more

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I've lost my friend, and I've lost what it means to be a friend
I am out of touch, to this people world and what it takes to have a friend

A friend, what does that mean?

There is nothing it could mean to me
Since the day, I've found strangers along with feelings and thoughts
Strangers they come and strangers they leave
Love and hate they bring, hate and love they leave

And what does that mean to have a friend?

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There is no friend, not in this world with people
What we take are words and words they slip
Faces we see, shallow as it can be
Forever, as it may last
The last i count, a day or two
We keep secrets and secrets are words
Tales we hear, comedy we laugh
And what is left, are words that have slip

And sleep, our attention span we forgot what have been

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Lively strangers forever we be
How happy this could be
Flaws we see like diamonds it should be
And in this people world, we all leave words in people's ears

Once this is written
It will be gone

Every other things
All on earth
Be gone

Tell me, what should I do
To the things be gone

What then should I touch?
As they all vanished, when I touched

Nothing to hold, nothing belong

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Go pass the phase of a good taste
Go pass the haze and you'll see taste
In a while, even if it takes a while

Bridge the gap
Instead of letting the haze
Stink the taste

Keep tasting it bit by bit and
Never forget how it taste
Right in the haze
In a while, the taste will be clear

Refine and savouring

Backpack a bed; for a full rainbow in a head, can only be seen while taking a plane.

Clear water; in the pool, deep and shallow.
Right in-between, there is you.
Feel the rapid movement of the waves surrounding you, moving you, captivating every part of you.

Every move you make, surrounded by moving waves, sway away, and let it seize you as it takes you to another open wave.

Surrounded by endless waves, forever in a clear water pool.

You can't go anywhere else in this world

You need to be a dreamer who walks in reality

To know that dreaming alone

Won't walk you in reality

What you need is to

Walk your dream along

And falls in eternity, to know that going around

In life, is nothing about easy or difficult

Its about the process of every minimal details

Remember the suffering you will face

And remember the strength

You will be given to face the suffering

Who knows, you will be able to experience

Blessings in suffering

And find your joy in the process of living

And finally it is to realize "life is about knowing what to suffer for"

Also, dreamers don't stop dreaming, reality is about doing

Do what you dream and dream what you do
This is reality