In the midday of the solemn hour
I halfly drunk my life so sour
Spent myself in a cabin of madness
In an hourglass..
Which sadness dwells in my whole soul
Where it takes me to the hypocrite paradise
As a whole i drown myself in a liquid of my youth
Where the trees are bare to its growth
Everytime it happens it cuts my life of root
Vanish every moment where my life has sought
Vanish all the battles that i have fought..

It takes all the part in me
A precious stone made of my only heart
Turned into an iron with a ceaseless fire
Creating a storm inside of me
Burning all my history
Unfolding all the devious angle in me
Such as a grass that is worthless to the society
Making me helpless like a worm wiggling in a sandstorm
Turning into a golden winged butterfly
Which then turned out to be a worthless trash fly
Thats how worthless i could be
As i drunk this bottle of agony..

In the middle of the night where i lie deeply awake
Dreaming about how my nightmares turned into my faith
How could it be?
I ask only me
I blame only me
I grieve only me
I once change this crazy path which i have been thru
Thinking that all of those leaves of misery were untrue
But was  it just deceiving my imagination?
Am i in my hallucination?
In my stupid illusion?
My own self betrayed a faith in me
Tell me, How can i trust anybody?

I ask the angel of misery what hath he done unto thee?
why am i suffering from such agony?
He answered me maybe i have lost the fortune of leaves within me
Maybe i have lost it as i drunk my hour left
Try to escape a lie which makes me defeated
I swear to you i did not deceive my sleep
Did not spill all the secrets i used to keep
I alone could only forbid myself in a bottle of madness
A bottle of grief and sadness which betrayed me
which used to be my friend but now turned unto my enemy!

The enemy that deceives me
An enemy that betrayed me
Build a hole in my soul and lost my sanity
I might have been sober that time
Might had not touched that ****** bottle of wine!
Might not commit such a stupid act
Might had realize the difference between a lie and a fact
But i am not!
There's a lot of doom which made me unlocked
The doors of forbidden curse!
Which made my living burst
Into like a firecracker in the sky
but only..
It brings my hundred smile to die..

He comes into town in foreign accent
the strangest we've ever seen
his eyes so sharply-shy and keen
his spirit left of us no comment
his hands we noticed so mild
like one who never fought or
exercised hate or cruel labour
or beat-up an offensive child
he looked as tender as a-day-old babe
like one who's known no real danger
he seemed to us that he was made
not of blood and bones of love and anger
like the rest of us
but of a spirited-lotus
extract mixed with certain
euphorian spices
polished by shine and rain
politely and wise
And we stared and wondered what
beauty lies in his halfly-hidden heart.

i have caught on the edge of shadows

               my hands

halfly splayed by quarters and 1/3s
darkness and lightness

(in my hands splayed, caught)

and folded it neatly into my soul

its heatness and its coolness

adroitly cupped in sudden gold:

SUMMERFALLAUTUMNSPRING

Dressed today in the south wind
Flowers of the remote island-
Full moon night glazed to the tune of Madhabi flower
Where did flute play?

Blowed where on a river bank
The flute of sadness,
Who woke up in the shade of Mahogany tree
With enchanted smile.

Halfly asleeped shy creeper
Still not opened her eyes,
Where the slow flowing river flows
Keeping her current behind.

The dream is awake in the moon light night
On the branch, where the dove is sleeping,
Floating in the imaginary world
Who calls with the elapsed melody.

Poem scrawled on the back of a MENS Step-Study Sign Up sheet left in a library book, The Use and Abuse of Literature, I checked out today:

The sleeper, though eyes closed and lying
Supine, awakens later only halfly and
The shape of the dawn comes in
Heavy ladders, steel beams
Slabs drying white to gray as they
Harden -- and feels as though
He slept not at all when the
Night was spent in dreams
Of

You are something
you talk like the others
but you are different
from within.

I love being with the memories while reminiscing
it feels like it just happen yesterday
you laugh and laugh
and continuously tell everything.

I can still barely remember the first  day I met you
you were quietly sleeping in peace
your cap halfly covered your face
and you were just sleeping all the way.

I wish it might be a never ending story
while you and I were together listening to the whispers of the air
seizing every moment
until the sunlight turns into moonlight