Lost in confusion maze of
to pursue nor retreat,
Like a timing bomb,
With red wire and blue,
Uncertain recognize the rights,
Wrong choice, kebaboom!

This messy library inside me,
You keep messing around,
Untidy and miserable,
Need to be clear quick.

Can't read the writing,
It's a broken cursive writing,
My vision unclear,
Hand me the glasses,
Let's untie this knot,
Face each other clear ourselves.

it's still there
sitting still inside those bars
the pages we drew together
not yet finished
will it still sit there
to many more chapters together, as they say
or
will it be covered in dusts
somewhere no one knows it exists

It is not a poem
but how can someone want it all, and at the same time, feel troubled by it all.

can you see through the haze of
future parading shadows of commuters in the
                            crevice of time
past the kaleidoscopic glass castle and
                            sepia windows
reflected in your eyes
students baying within bubbles of blue
blaring muted, ancient, utopian cries
let's
       chase
                 clouds
                             from now

I'm confuse
angry and sad.
What will i choose?
The wrong thing,
where i am happy
or the right one,
where I'm unfree.

It's confusing...

How could we kiss each other hands, touch our lips, feel our skin and thought we did not fall for each other? Explain.

As we flow imagining we motivate
our selves to go on,
crack the whip,
try oomph-ala
like… take and read the little book, or swallow
what you're told…

for any mind a thinking thing is companion,
welcome the strange
little light leading on,
for minded beings do not live by bread, alone.

Inside, we see alone.
Outside, I see all one. Am I enlightened,

I ask my closest confidant.
Ah, I utter

as a sigh, slack jawed awe, a we is made
right now --
me and thee, dear, dear reading being thinking

do you mind?
Did I capitalize on your confusion to stick
a point into a bubble you believed?

How would you know?
{1.
Omphalos is the hub of any bubble of being,
center of gravity, if I may
make that assertion
as certain as
may be in these days of knowledge expansion.
May is you word, now. You know.}

The empty hole like a can without any liquid
Got exhausted in an emotion of desirous
I climb up so high to burn the bridge
On the edge
Of one package
In one age
They stopped the cardio
Just to listen to radio
I'm in a lil bit danger
With madness and anger
Full of hunger

how long will it take to wither this purposeful destructive infatuation?

How much effort should i invest to halt this forever loser recreation?

How much force would i exert to refrain from your magnetic ****** touch?

How many walls of hatred and anger should i patch?

JUST TO AVOID THE QUICKSAND OF THIS HELPLESS FORBIDDEN LOVE!