The Sea

There’s a heart, a beautiful heart
Here’s a knife, a compassionate knife
Where the teardrop flows, there will be the peaceful river
To form the sea of emotions
Ethereal in the wavering serene
Where the fish of feelings swim freely guided by the heart
Where darkness lies, there is a pearl of hope
When the knife pierces through and found the pearl
There will be light, shine bright and clear
Just to show the colours of dream to the darkness of the heart
Can you see the colours?
Can you see dreams?
Ask your heart and you will realized
The answers are within you
Take a swim within your heart and you will see

Judas of Lust

The sweet nectar of sinful betrayal
Nothing happened?
I only pray that the blissful ignorance can last…
But,
What can fool one’s heart?
The ever-fickle love is always mischievous
The ever-confirming mind is always confused
Hence, the heart can’t trust anymore
Neither in itself nor the mind nor the heart nor the belief…
What has left is nothing
That is everything for me now
A moment of mistake causing a torment of life
Nothing is everything
That’s the life I am living
When you have become the Judas of Lust
Ignorance is not only bliss,
It’s the way to continue living…

From AJ

Your heart of violence
Your ears of silence
There i seek solace
I'm drowning with you absence
The laughter, the giver
The beautiful soul
The hidden city of gold
Pure complexity
Rather extinct than rarity
We built this sanctuary
To reform conformity

Phelia

I’m still awake
Listening to the rain
Remembrance of your face
Your heart full of grace
The random phase of your mind maze
Never cease to amaze
The smell of coffee
The spiral of smokes
In between laughter
There are you
Your presence is the harmony of my life

Arose

The feelings, the thoughts
That intertwined, fall into places
Interweaved into reality
I open my eyes
And I see you
The labyrinth of my heart
The never-ending spiral of dreams and reality
I open the door
And there is you
I can see the end
And it shapes and reform into you
You are my answers
You are the life that
I want to be

A Girl in a Towel

A girl in a towel
She loves to mumble
And then she ran into the jungle
Her “tut” are jingle jingle
She’s looking for trouble
She’s having problem with her bowel
She’s letting out a bubble
And now, she can’t find her towel!!

Quantum Foam

Once,
A fraction of a second
A pixel of an infinite time
A part of reality
The smallest of the world
The memory of life
Shaped by chaos
Patterned by thoughts
Knitted by paradoxes
Falls into order by feelings
Remembered by memories
Given life by void
Eyes open
I see the reality of life
I see the world
I see me
The Beginning, the End and the Infinite in Between

Being Homo Sapiens

It’s easy to see
Through the eyes of lies
Blinded by the truth
Why is it so hard to choose?
In between black and white
There’s a thin line of grey
Is that what it takes, to be gay?
Must we compare?
Must we choose?
When dreams and reality is like ghost
Shadow of the wind is what to perceive
Catch it if you can, you will only be deceived
What to grasp? What to hold on?
Grit your teeth
Stand tall and move on
Until you understand
That you are only human

Fogging

The sound is deafening
The smell is choking
The clouds of white descending
Spreading its fingers
Looking for each of crooks and corners
The bell is screaming
The people are like ants
Blinded by the sense of smell
They lose their sense of direction
Scrambling, waiting and watching
Until, the light is no more
Night is coming
And the fogging ends
With the welcoming sound of the night
Thank, God I can finally sleep!
Fuck you alarm, STOP RINGING!!!

Angel

She saw me!
Yes, she saw me!
Seize me with her eyes
Scrutinize me with her stare
Up and down her eyes travel
Seize me, seeing me,, feeling my thoughts
Through and thorough with the naked eyes of truth
What has left?
Nothing, right?
No escape from the all seeing eyes
Embrace and feel with your heart
Open up and everything will be alright
There are no lies, in the all seeing eyes
Only hope and desire to be one
To become one
LOVE

Crap

Crappy crab crap
The crab crap
Come now the shells on the seashore that she sells
Picked up by Peter Piper with his fickle paper pickle
Bought by Betty along with her butter bought from the bitter baker shop
Come tomorrow with sorrow
Later, the alligator become the instigator of a random phase of faze in a mind maze

Thoughts

The green, green, green
The blue, blue, blue
Greenish blue
Bluish green
With a tint of grey
And surrounded by white
The dark is not black
There’s yellow
Here’s orange
With a hint of red
The reality is like dreams
Coloured by thoughts
What am I thinking?
Only colours
Just colours
Colours, colours and colours
Nothing more and nothing less
About my colours

Doll

Choices, voices murmuring words in my head
Eyes, blanking stare, a lifeless light, shone through
A crying smile, an empty heart,
A walking doll
Porcelain is its face
Made from the cold, harsh stone of life
No ashes, no dust
Just a cold white marble, carbonated by diamond
Caress by the fire of darkness
Given life by death
Death by hope, the heart is desire
Through purgatory, the heart is empty
Just a walking doll
Faking life, infinite time
Until it lives by hope, the eternal sleep will come

Ambiguous Thoughts

What is happiness? What is life? What is death? Questions of existence are what make us human. I think, therefore I am. Cogito ergo sum. Not many people know their reason of living. We are born two times, once to exist and the other to live. Being positive is the way to survive, it is excessive but it is the way to be happy, with hope. Parameters of uncontrolled variables in determining happiness are what make it worthwhile to be alive. Moments that determining life is what makes us thankful of the being we call God that control fate. Feelings are the dominant variables that control self. Thoughts have the power of existence. I think, therefore, you are. World is the conformance of existences. By action, thoughts will exist. Words are the language of thoughts. Being human, the self is determining by choices. Choices are made from moments, moments from feelings and thoughts. Whether a thought is spoken or not, it is a real thing and has the power of reality. Nevertheless, knowledge without action is empty. The fact is, half of glass, is 0.5 of total volume of the glass. Whether you look at is half-full or half empty is a matter of perception but fact will remain as fact. Feelings vary with moments. To define the indefinable is fool’s errand. Being human, foolishness is in the nature. When do we stop being a fool? When death comes? No, we stop being foolish when we learn, thus life is an eternity of learning. However, do we learn? How do you know whether you have learned anything? The fact is we do not know and will never know hence, we will always remain a fool. Thus, there are always rooms for improvements. A wiser fool is better than unlearned fools are. There are some of us who believe in enlightenment at death. Most of us believe in hopes. Belief is another variable of life. Varies from one another, but still conforms. The proper teaching is recognized with ease. You can know it without fail because it awakens within you that sensation which tells you this is something you have always known… that is Religion. A man is free and everywhere he is chained. One man may be a master of many slaves but he is more of a slave than they…that is Power.

A girl in the tower

There’s a girl in a tower
The tower is high up in the sky
Where the stars and the moon are
Where the clouds are like foam of sugar
Coloured by the sun, hanging in the sky
The stars are desires and moon is the hope, shown only when the sky turns black
The girl is alone in that tall tower
Looking down upon all
She can see everything, but do nothing
Why? Apparently, she’s afraid of height
Poor little girl, in her tower alone for all time
But, she is not sad nor in despair
The wind sings to her
And the moon smiles
Giving her light when all is dark
Therefore, she can read, write and dream
The stars tell her stories
To make her go to sleep
The clouds go to her when there is light
With many flavors and colours from the sun
The clouds are sweet and the wind will sing
At times, the birds will come to her and tell her wonders of the world below
I wish I will stop being afraid
And come down from the window
I want to come down and swim in the ocean
The blue ocean as blue as the sky
The forest and the scary sweet tale of all being
I want to know!
I want to know more!!
Oh, but I am still afraid
The girl cried for the first time
And rain drops onto the world below
There were thunder now, lighting up the dark sky
The clouds are the colour of despair
The wind howls and screams
Reaching the world below
Pleading to be heard
There is no moon
No longer stars
Only rain that storms the girl heart
Purgatory of life…
Why must it be?
Must I be sinned by the fear that I felt?
It is the peace of mind that I seek and what I missed
The wind continues to scream
The rain continues to pour
The heart continues to bleed
The world is in infinite darkness
Hail, suffering!
And, welcome sleep…
In her sleep, she sees,
She hears and touches dream
As real as you and me
She continues to sleep
Living in a dream
Never to wake up, until the time is right
Time stop for the girl,
It is forever night
She continues living in her dream
Sleeping, waiting and wishing
The world below watching over her
Watching and waiting for the girl to wake up
Patiently, with love…
So, what do you think?
Shall we go and wake her up?

The Blank Paper

A blank paper is staring at me
The blank paper is still staring at me
Waiting for my pen to move
So, I draw a pair of eyes
Now, the eyes are staring at me
Batting their black, wriggly eyelashes
I stare back, looking into the deep black ink of eyes
What do you want? I asked
The page is silent but the eyes are staring at me, blinking and batting
So, I draw a line…a nose I supposed…with a dot at its side
Now, the paper is blowing air!
It flew!
Up and down! Up and down again
Goddamnit paper! Stay still!!
I’m playing catch and run with a paper
Boy, I look crazy!
Finally, the paper is in my hand, still blowing air through the dot
Can’t let go of my hand, I thought
The eyes are now looking at me with anger
It looks angry because the eyebrows is in a shape of V
Don’t run away!!!
Why do you want to run away?
The paper just keeps on blinking
Blinking and staring and batting
Now, puffing
So, I draw a mouth, with sharp teeth like Dracula
So, tell me now paper, why do you want to run away?
The paper stares back at me and you know what it did?
The freaky paper, freaking bite my arm and wouldn’t let it go!
Oh, my! It is sucking my blood!
I twist and turn, and wriggle but it is like a leech upon a prey!
What should I do? I ponder
So, I grab a lighter and lit it up!
Hooray!! Paper burns!! Fast it burns turn to ashes and no more…
I’ve lost a blank paper…
Hmmm…it’s ok, I just get another one, but with no fangs this time!
Hey, I’m feeling sleepy…sleepy and dizzy…
The bloody paper took my blood away…
Sleepy…I guess I will sleep now…
After a while,
I open my eyes but I can’t see!
My body feels light like a paper!
Curse you, bloody paper, sucking me dry!!
Now, I’m dry and light as you were!
Then, come another little girl, holding me with a black ink pen
What should I draw? She asked, while staring at me
So, I stare her back…

Cogito ergo sum

Me, my name

I, I am

Myself of what I think

The beginning is words

The story is thoughts

The end is memories

The vassal is the body

Shape by the mind

Through the act

The world is the reaction

Interactions of the actions

Life is created

By me, myself and I

Pixels of a picture of life

Fall in order by thoughts

The infinite fraction of a second

Shape chaos into reality

Of me, myself and I

What I know is nothing

What I want is everything

Like a roulette of mind

Like me, myself and I

The world is me, myself and I

The life is me, myself and I

Reality of me, myself and I