Interference

Father in purple robe

Christmas hymns

Rewarded reverb from the built of surface

interference


Morphic resonance

I saw you somewhere not far away

I thought I experienced

What it is like to have you around

Is it still in my system?

interference


Times like this I feel suffocated

My indulgence for self righteousness (as quoted)

Is when my actions could be quantified

I get obsessed with numbers

Such assurance I am satisfied with - a mere variable

interference


I remember how late I found out

My feelings for a subject

You - in this case

When it doesn't really matter

At this moment

interference


I feel like the state is eating itself

Outside in

I am eventually to be engulfed

To the non-existent

interference


Now what is my purpose

of my actions

Do they have to be justifiable -

My being in this realm

interference

Bossom

I looked left
right
and left again

Not to cross the street

But to open up my eyes and perceive
how beautiful you remain
and how beautiful you have became
how alive you've triggered me into

it felt like I'm a 2 year old

you beautiful hometown

Vessel

I said to myself

that you can never fulfill my ray of imagination

After all that happened

I was right after all



Let the world spin within your fingertips

Yes its because of your capability, your earnest link between your act that justifies

and not leaving behind the charm

those who have eyes have that absorbed

it is your weapon

attached as an extension


if that wasn't clear enough

the charm is your weapon, hidden subtly behind curtains

an extension you equipped to spin the world

I was blessed because

I was given the chance to see through that


that you couldn't fill my rays of imagination


Goodbye

Plan B: Honesty

I never wished to hide from you

Honesty is an act of beauty

if you were to hesitate going through its circumstances

I doubt that you could stand among more misfits to be encountered


Here is my honesty to you -

If it doesn't serve as a purpose

it is hence seen as unnecessary

we've agreed on that, the other night

I have been squandering too much on you

too much that it has to be voided

and avoided

your actions told me that was true

for that was my only source of cue


There are just so much to treasure among the others

and I do value the transparency I share with each individuals

if what we have defeat its purpose - be it the means, or end

there is no point my dear

no point to keep this going


I like you

and I wish to take this further

I am not hasty, I believe so

it is just my pace that is different than yours

plus the many other external factors

that we somehow couldn't intercept

or should I say at least we tried


I do not know if it is supposed to be tough

when to let go

or when to wait

you are like a wind

mysterious and uncertain

no patterns to be observed

unless one chooses to play it safe with you

without any desire to change the status quo - even the slightest of that



I like you

even when I'm trying to hide it away

to not acknowledge it

eventually I found out

it had to be released



But now

I'll have to keep it aside

in the closet for now

no one knows what will happen to it

I just figured that it couldn't be released at this point

it causes damage

I presume



So fly

love

like how I used to put it

fly and never come back

don't even try to attempt


Don't ever come back

Dear Someone

My tenderness is reserved like always, my dear.

So much as I'd want to love you,

you're telling me otherwise

maybe it is for my utmost selfish reasons

that I couldn't stop myself from doing this


I did not anticipate a storm

I hope this is not one

I shall not repeat mistakes,

my dear I shall not.


I want to say 'bear with me'

No, you have no reason to do that

You're not supposed to be a friend too close

Remember?

Because I'm not the one that you'd find yourself falling for

Internalization

When I close my eyes

and tried to make sense of your actions

I walked in your shoes

took a stroll at the park

in a classroom

in various spacial containers

see people that you meet

talked to them

see through the window frame of yours


and switched myself to a mode of default

the identifiable one


caused by its high frequency

I often travel to this made-up realm of mine

not guaranteed a fake among the produced mass

least, played as a role of a tranquilizer

I found myself wanting to become you

to fill in your existence

that is absent in my enclosed wonderland


Fly my dear

fly high

never come back again

I'd assume you'd never

Meta-

Suddenly it seems

anything from the universe could be fed on

I have no fantasies built from objects, subjects, anyway you put it

But at this moment, it all seem to have established

Of what I took for granted

of the patterns I have control over

I could engage with them instantly

As if part of me is equally shared with my vicinity



I need not love to survive

you can leave me, either way

high speed, casual,

with a limp on your right leg,

with an empty sight on your pair of eyes

I took myself as a role of being gargantuan,

I shall stomach every single black particle - found between molecules

My dear,

I think I carry a lot of weight

more than you could imagine

I see fear in every pair of eyes I once adored

No - I do not feel pain, nor do I feel afraid about it

I am an irregular

I would have to take it in that way



If you have what it takes

do tell me off that it is not true

but I doubt that you are a man as such

Least is,

I know you well enough



I hope the mere exploration

fulfilled my role as your subject of love

regardless of it being an experimentation of failure

I played my role

and I did enjoy having you around

crafting our existence upon zero



Now

let me just try to erase what was supposed to be progressed among this programmed chaos

we shall return to blank

we shall return to be static

before everything gets to race towards its finishing line

Waves of Warmth

If I were ever to leave tomorrow

would what you do

There would be endless regrets

time has nothing to wait but

it is our image of self that wins the game

so much to talk of our ego

Baby

I am as buoyant as a ball

when I love you

I (will) tell you

and would never want to leave anything behind

If it is of existentialism 

I am designed to fulfil one of that I own

If you disagree

some things are just meant to be

Love,

Lynn

Pent House

Hopelessly romantic:

I remember standing among the crowd

and a not so pretty - tea time setting

They had poultry, soup dishes and dessert


We had to part

I couldn't overcome what was overflowing

neither could you


As a safeguard measure

we hugged

and that's it


Ironically

That was the moment of truth for me

If you felt much lesser

It was just meant to be

Auburn

You shone auburn when
my palm tipped

Caught it precise, I knew
for God doesn't forbid anything at all
it was sensed in the transcript
regardless how much I wanted to fathom from the text

I admire what we have
reflecting upon consequences
feels that I'm functioning like a laggard
but I took in every sense traced
every bit ticked
every absorption possible

Comes the idea of how the universe 'should be' ruled
A peak of procedures of one's cycle
for instance, a matrimony



Everything could vanish in just a zap
but your auburn light you left me with



I'll be kept warm
least until another end begins

System: Corrupted

If it is not an option,

it doesn't exist. No one has to create a subject out of it.

Seize the image they've created. Especially when you are, undeniably,  the targeted victims.





Thus, I begin to miss you in the oddest ways.

This is how my most earnest, vast expression is to be tuned down to a monologue,

as silent as it should sound,

amongst the daily capacity of noise an average human can tolerate.





Geez, I'm jumping into a system now.

Swinging, Hidden Consciousness

Eid Mubarak.

What have I did in this entire span of year?

Oh, I was busy fixing / mending the abstraction of this multi-dimension puzzle I own

Sometimes I thought I was there already

Sometimes I was caught off guard

It felt sulky to be reacting in such manner

There was no Plan B.




I wonder, if I was FV311984 through your eyes, sometimes.

Since the vision was so clear, once when we still clung.



After observations,

I think I am paledophobic.

You may laugh, yes you, you may,

all that you like :)



Least I think,

my emotions were spot on,

because you were there.



Good morning love,

may the sunshine embrace you with my warmth,

as you shall be blessed from now on,

with all that is left over.

Rewind

I did not intend to look back,

but being in the land you've once grown on,

stirs such an uneasiness within me.

I tried so hard to have it covered,

so hard to have it balanced,

...work through all of that until I drove 100 km away from the city,

until I can barely concentrate on the road.



I've came a long way after you left

You stood up out of a sudden.

It wasn't fair at all, why did I even have to see that in behalf of your windows

I guess I've came to understand, maybe a little one thing or two about love

after the air time of the show came to pass,

commercials included.



You have then decided to progress at the speed of light since then

never to look back anymore


Should I have never remembered how you used to be

how you were to me

maybe not so much of what we shared

but the rather biased, unidirectional feelings I had for you


I might not have known it all, at all.


I'll greet you from afar, love

Kindly receive my warmest wishes.

Break The Ice.

So much of aiding the community of the unfortunate.

It is exactly like what is to be perceived:

Empathy of the majority will be evoked,

now... where does the power resides?


Much absorbed into your little own world that you work for,

you've forgotten the mechanism -which works from the wide view.

So much of speaking for your own organization, thus your stance of believes,

a self-representation of a sequence of action,

what are you working for, essentially?

The less fortunates, the company, or the society?


Yes, you may brag and warn others about your profession.

But you just can't even seem to help yourself.

The minorities don't need someone like you.

If you're thinking of making a difference,

please reconsider,

for your intentions might be channelled to a wrong form of motivation.

Still of The Night.

Your voice echoed so loudly,
like a big ol' bell,
vibrating, ...in circular motion,

...times like this,
it chooses to roar like a beast,

where are you,
where are you right now.

Scented

The sun was scorching


so blatantly




I spent my daytime gazing into your eyes

to keep myself distracted

...signs of repetitions and inconsistency


was just what was played from the surveillance tape recorded



If only I could forget about the world

take your hand

and dive into the deep blue sea


...that is how I came to miss you




Vision of a faded picture taken


slipped into the one-third slash of a book


your knock was soft as a petal


a mere fragrance there was

Okay?

'Okay!'

I would like to affirm to your nags.

Despite how pony, how jade you are,
my grin would outshine you, oh I know how they would...
make your day, maybe :)



I have been much engaged with oneirism lately,
and self snapped with a full mind blow subsequently.

Like how I used to believe in how effective mousetraps function.

I need no stimulus to keep me on my toes,
I have more than that to handle :)

I wish to hear from you!

and I wish you well.

Inspire me, love.

Like you always do.

Come Together

Hello darling,

when I feel so much like reaching to you,

I drop by a certain space, via a certain medium.

e.g. I've just sang to the sea without border.


It might not be wise to deconstruct the form of energy,

...and I know it's okay,

for the future of our encounters were already decided to be predictable,

boring and prudent.


:P


I'll talk to you like my imaginary friend!


"Thank you for tuning in"

Ring My Bell.

The recollection passed me by,

long gone before you were here.

It was part of me and I couldn't help it,

something I knew you'd want to hear back then.

Sorry, it was / was not love that we witness some time ago,

it was just something beautiful.

Perceptions we share about beauty...

It was indeed surreal. 

May has arrived, love.

All shall be well.

Concentric.

Freud says I can't let it pass, still.

Hence what happened.

How can I take one - not seriously

when I was made a fool back then

there were a lot of fingers

one spot light

a girl on the ground

so many of them talking

ids, egos and superegos intersect

It was noisy and chaotic

all she needed was just a chill,

was that so?

Was that so?

Reminder:

I know not of who you are.
You came and
went and came, and stop,
and went and paused,
and stayed, and linger,
and hauled, and prickled, and slapped,

was that all, I asked.

Was that all?


If you think that was it, think again.


You forgot your words,...
oh of course you would.

And it's okay, I will just have to hypnotize myself - for better reasons.

You know we are good at that,

I know you do.

Dear John.

It's all the same routine.

Identical setting, identical excuses, identical pulse.

There's no purpose of practicing idealism.

You see, I came here and set my left brain to function,

knowing that this whole conditioning-conversation is actually zero effect!

I fall into the pit hole!


Heck, I'm not even being emotional. I have no reason for that.

You suck, you still suck... big time.

Silver Tumbler Day 2.

We are all so preoccupied,

when I tried to sing, with what I was told was magic,

I felt that I was the only one doing it,

...and that I was a piece of junk unworthy,

amongst the fellow performers,

they that I feel somehow comfy with.


It was a space to share with a thousand million synapses.

And I wonder, if we did really crossed our paths.

Overwritten.

And it came to me...

"how I wish that they were embedded in me,

as innate in my blood stream,

that I wouldn't need a subject to have it all exercised,

not even a projection, maybe...

I need no perpetuator to induce me false impressions of my world view, my believes,

...a price too much to pay.



Don't remind me how much I've once dreaded,

this jab could have me immunized for as long as I could remember!

Terrain.

A drawstring snapped,

my days are limited.


When are you going to leave?

Thy that I've Missed.

Should have known you were around,

should have placed myself on where I believe I am at.

After years, years that pass me by.



Years ago,

not ever a self-acclaimed city girl(not even today),

but I percept your existence,

without any given framework of who you were supposed to be.

And when I observed how eyes were gauged on you today,

I see that they were merely tracked by the wind of the wagon.

How were you to be appreciated?


It is as if the city boys, the bourgeoisie were the ones to only own you,

but it is not.

They thought they own it.

This city is just filled by lenses of the spectacle,

and they fall, all cathartic, all denying the form of escapism,

you know you could do better than that, don't you.


Fellow mates,

don't see what the others expect you of,

why should you worship standards you wish to achieve?

Least I could say is,

you still appear as stunning as the first time I've heard of you,

you were mine, and I thought and still think that I could be you, I seriously do...

and you were not merely the beauty of how everyone else define as,

not just a tool to propose how one's values are to be aesthetically defined,

as I've seen through that,

and you were an earnest purpose.


I'll catch you alone, the next time, for the next chance.

Holeri Holeri, Holero.

Peace sits in after the havoc pulled us down.

It was deep, down under.

As if that is all that he could go, you see.



I tried to see, to see if its really a better way off, even if it sprang out from the darkest motive.

Where else on the other side, I see love, a rare sight it is, and it wouldn't struck if it is not for this tragedy.

It was actually better to have that cherished, instead of moaning, ...and all in agony.

For some reasons it felt that everything is sitting on where it is supposed to be, I see the details of this arrangement, it was a craft work, with utmost delicate craftsmanship I have ever seen.

I thought you would go, but, as we would always say,
never this way though, you would never have to leave like that,
...I thought so.


We will be well,

and they will be forgiven too.

A Flare.

Befriend.

May I befriend you?

A thought flashed.

A thought flashed without my lips forming its position.

Not ready to be conveyed,
but clearly projected.

I have heard of how it was supposed to sound,
and look like.

Through the forms of symbols, at least.










It

popped out from my subconscious self within,

most fresh, when a smell was incorporated with sunshine...

I searched for my scattered dialogues.

I found you.

Telegram Wired.

I have so much joy to share with you.

- with you,

only because you were the one who brought me here.

And without doing so,

it wouldn't mean anything to another.




It was a beginning, and it had an end(not that I would call that as one), and it even had a sequel! (If ever there was an end to start with, you know)...
Because it is a cycle, virtual or vicious, ...you see where I am coming from? Do you?
Even if it had to come to the worst, the monologue will just roll on and on and on.

Wish I could talk to you like before,
like wild horses running free
in the green, as if it has no ends.





It's okay.

I think, you might understand...

Yea, I think so.

:)




p/s: It is going to be a beautiful one!

Feelings.

Why are you crying, baby.



You are weeping non-stop.



I didn't quite remember actually.




Of all I tried, all I gave,... I was being very careful, I was doing what I wanted to, and what I didn't want to. I guess it takes two to be artificial. I feel like breaking it, and just walk away, walk away from it. It's so much easier.


Its embarrassing. I had to give up. Its a shame. I can't have it solved.
Are you telling me that I'm running away from it?
You do not even fathom how much this was punched in.
All I can do is to withdraw, so that I do not put myself in agony.
And then when it went away for awhile, I will collect my will to move forward,
...not to love you again,
I just want to make things right... least that I can do before I leave,
least that I can do before I leave... where ever it is.








Trying to forget my feelings of love.
wish I've never lived this long
hope it'll never come again
Like I've never lost you
and ...like I've never really had you

Bite Mark Decode.

I would like to speak to you.
May I do so?

I would ask you how you are doing lately,
in the midst of a whole load of work pile,
applications, catch ups to make.

I would also like to throw you shout outs,
as if we were talking from a faraway distance,
between cars, or valleys
I'd make myself heard, and
paint the sky with a warm light
and a light breeze.


So much that I want to ask you about,
talk to you to,
but it is as much that I could find out,
by traffic, by vehicles, third parties, people and shadows I've never knew...

and that is how I manage to make my communication made,
though knowing that they are all only in my head.



If I wouldn't have gone that far,
I might have had spaces filled.
Why was I subconsciously misled by my inner voices,
how did I fall in...

How could one do this to itself,...


I could judge no better.


I wish that I could hear from you,
and it didn't just came and go.

I thought about it from time to time...
if it would be my last wish,





I'd wish to have it fulfilled.

A Juxtaposed Personification.

You stand on the position of a statuary.

No value of art, for you were to function as a tool,
the meaning of your existence.

How long would you hang until,...
until you would have to fail me
so that I could leave me dearest memories sealed, sealed forever.

I didn't want to break you, with my own tips,
I just wanted to offer a hand, with utmost sincerity,
until I heard sounds of cracks,
which became mentally audible that I couldn't sleep at night,
to have them nights filled with nightmares,...

and when the first beam of Mr. Sun peeks,
it was actually perceived as a saviour.

Just hang on, please,

were your existence marked
just to remind me all of what happened?
to provide me visuals, jump cuts, reversed Déjà vu's?

Hang on, thy cracked hinge.

The International System of Units.

I could barely breath.

How could I speak on behalf of society, when thousands of eyes are watching, witnessing the transformation of this dynamic timeline.

You could dig all out of me, grind my gist into elixir-esque substances, if it could merely fit your purpose,

...how could I possibly get it right,
how is it possible for me to shoulder all of these right now...

How is it possible for me to gather myself, and even parts that I claim my extensions,
to speak to you with confidence,
proud as a peacock.

I feel intimidated by your roars,
I could imagine the waving flag of a certain expression.



It is not a gram, a pound or an ounce,
it is a fearful, none-absolute weight that crushes you down,
smashes your face on the ground
that even indignity is far from existence, to be brought up and provoked.

Happy New Year.

Nonetheless,
it was a bottle of thick, fluid essence that you left in this very space
I call home.

Your resemblance was much abstract,
you were the moon at night,
the sun when I greeted Good Morning,
a leverage between two ends,
a guidance to idealism
and an embrace of history.

And I know, deep down,
this land is where my roots were seated,
and that,

nothing could stop me from soaring high.

Happy New Year.

Ching Chong Ching Chong!

Experimental.

...were the camera techniques.

I refuse to accept it as a form of realism. Might be linked to poetic realism, but only for the sake of 'recreating realism', not so much of being studio bound, nor gloom bound. Still, I wouldn't buy that it is a reflection. It is a reconstructed hypothesis. Yet it was still taken in so easily. Are all of you as fragile as to be comprehended?

There must be something behind the awkwardly bulged womb, whenever it was carried. The creation of dissonance was like a clashing chord, screamingly jarring that it couldn't be taken in consider - of its purpose as an element to incite. A motif of the subject to be taken more seriously.

This should be taken to another level of conveyance. Truth is, everyone is complacent of the current status quo. It might appear as a message that you have long awaited,...wake up, we have to be critical. Where is your desire for more?

I could imagine that it would be the next independent film to be profoundly discussed, in the coming class.

Feet on the Railway.

I remember that I was once lead to the railway.


Having you side by side,
not
having you realize that you were actually been honored
to have my hand - cling on your elbow
as the sundown, the life and the lifeless walked pass
both our names.

My eyes were opened
senses enlightened
you need not know everything
everything that I am going through
or that I have gone through

but you were so much of a gift to me
I felt peace
that allows me to see my future
even if its a glimpse of it

I wonder if the glimpse is what of I see
today
Either way,
it will stay within my labyrinths
until my golden watch halts its tick
tick tack
tock.










I realized that I haven't been honest to myself
for the longest time that I've remembered
Despite the search
I was still lost
I say thanks to a dear friend of mine
and for that
I will continue to love

泪流泪流。

小盆栽
我回来了

看见你笑的灿烂
毫无保留
毫无点缀
只有你在点缀

映像中你是这样的
光亮
温暖
……零散的片段

我不要劳烦你

请你一定要大公无私
慷慨地给大地光彩
我可以抹走你深处的污点
（我想说，我可以走）

然后我会一直守护
只要可以远远离你——



（你）好吗

落花流水。

夜深
女人的呻吟
伴月光
伴蟋蟀
伴影子


算了吧
杂讯连连
射放四处
再也到不了

无须知道
累积的正能量
如何被打翻
尝试了许久
或许看见不真诚 不真实 不诚恳
的马迹
如果不想
又能做什么



夏天的回忆
好难过
好不容易 走出来
好容易地 堕入
是一双手的划清


傻瓜
你想什么
你到底在想什么
走吧
不必再回来了
都快疯 了
不要再被指使了


不要忘记
他留的是什么



傻瓜
走

重整旗鼓:

Disclaimer:　ｘ

Jet lag, cat black,
desynchronosis diagnosed,
squashed under the lac.

Airway obstructed - choked,
still, they jazzed.

Perlumbaan dimulakan,
seperti yang pernah diubahsuaikan,banyak coraknya, selok-belok yang diukir,
dijawap, dan dihasilkan,
dalam cerita donggeng Si Arab dan Sang Kura-kura.

Siapa akan jadi pemenang.
a) Tiada sesiapa

b) Si Arnab
c) Sang Kura-kura

d) Kekalahan melanda berdua

e) Kedua-duanya menang
















Keputusan akan diumumkan,
senja yang kelima ribu dua ratus kosong tiga kemudian.

Message Encrypted.

It was one of the moments I feel like singing,
and you know how is it for me to actually do so,
don't you?


It's easy when you know how
to get along without Biff! Bang! Pow!
And if I see you're fed up
I'll stop and give you a leg up

Over priced unreal estate, surreal estate
The highest price they've hit to date
Creating new divides and tension
You've got to tolerate


I wasn't sure if they did reach you,
I tried to send an anonymous warmth that will engulf, least, at the edges of thy constructed periphery.
Maybe the wavelengths did coincide,
maybe not.


May they lay soundlessly, next to you.
As natural as it is.