in this thrifted sweater
and black and white floral skirt

in my soft and faded yellow
and on those pastel clouds
with my daydreaming eyes

i wanted a cheap ticket

you see,
i wanted a one way trip
to heaven
so i could stand protected
so i could stand behind
the holy gates,
bathing in gold light.
in my sweater,
wrapped in light
and safe.

little did i know i’d feel safer that day
that i’d taste some of heaven
in that sweater in late november
with your arm interlaced
in mine
like fate
had planned
for that to be
the moment our stars
aligned

you were a sunbeam
my sweater was security
and your arms beheld the stars
of the heavens
to me

and can i tell you something?
they were all
so
*yellow

Your eyes
As black as the night sky
Completely consumed
By your search of certainty

In this crowded world
Full of uncertainty
Please let me hear
Your name...

There is only one certain thing
On my mind
I want to be with you
Till the end of time

If you are ever scared
Just call my name
I'll be there
Holding you till you feel better

I want to protect you
Whatever is the cost
One day, we will find
A place that belongs just to us.

On the eyes of my beloved
There is a closed door
Even if I try to open it
I can't reach it

Honesty
Even though it hurts
Please tell it to me
I won't regret it

I don't want pretty lies
I know your "I'm okay"
I'm scared of awful truth
But my heart won't be deceived

Honesty
Is such a lonely word
I want to see the real you
Not your fake smile

Your singing voice
Your lyrics
Your piano

Thanks for keeping me alive

Just when I almost gave up
Just when I was done
Just when I was not going to feel
I started to for you

I thought I would never get over him
I thought that I would always be stuck
But then I met you
And now there's no turning back

I am not right now in love with you
But I know that I am in like
I am proud to say that I fell
And you caught me on my way.

The Chinese Room To. Alan Turing
-Reinheit Wahnsinn (Yue Xing ****)
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
10:39PM
Stuck in the chinese room
Trying to spell the word love
Is it ironic having understood
The test to test my doom

They could not compute
love, trying to dispute
Cogito ergo sum
I think,
Therefore I am, to love
does it matter whom

I’ll be back soon
sing the poisonless tune
I’ll be back soon
just watch as it fall the fruit
I’ll be there,
in the shadows of the moon

Stuck in the chinese room
Is it really better a fool
Pillaging through the rules
False false false or true
I’ll keep my cool
Wrath of the fool
Where to where to
The other tree with the fruits

I’ll keep my cool
Wrath of the fool
What to do what to do
The tragedy of my so called truth

oddly calm in the face of
a downfall
love is a calamity
and we do love suffering,
don’t we?

Please, don't take it so seriously
It's only poetry
In your poem
You can count
Twelve, six, three
You can make the sky green
Or Mother Theresa mean
You can create anything
Maybe make dogs sing
You can misspell words
However you choose
It's your world
You can't lose
It's your poetry
Don't take it so seroousLee