Strike

Strike four

I tried to remember you contour

there is such a thing as in instant click but

whether you've wanted to take it with you

is but another potential question, too philosophical to touch at


Strike eight

our unfinished conversation

about the sky, humanity

how the world should be shaped

marriage, your mother

visuals, beauty

our perceptions

see, they are going to halt somewhere

we didn't want to hurt ourselves


One strike


figures never mattered

just as physicality never does

I never meant anything to you

how many times could one fall to learn

what's right for them


who was I to you,

or who am I to you, I asked


I must be a fool

to open myself up to you

Bialy

I shall admit before hand -

I'm not really good at this

I have used as much transparency to give

all I do is give and expect that the world would react the same 

A smile for a smile

warmth for warmth

when all that came back in return was mostly disappointing 

- it must be easier for the cycle of violence to be recycled

Most of them found love 

amongst cons and ill intentions 

how powerful love stood out to be embraced

amongst the heavily dusted lens of our perceptions

why does it have to be layered, then stood up as a sore thumb

could you possibly fall in love in the most natural circumstances

if this happens to be a preconception of what you think about love

it ends up to be a pre-condition 

a default mode set by the head

so that your illusions are capable of being adorned around it

- how beautiful you'd had that defined

But why do some choose to offer still

of being altruistic, defying ugly truths

are humans really born to be angelic and kind

or the case speaks otherwise -

Tell me

how does the world shape your views

What do you believe in

Sober-influenced

With an inch of extra honesty

I rock on the salt river - of that extra element

mixed within molecules

the receptors receive them so well

familiarized



I shall shout so loudly

indeed it is echoed in my head

the skull could only contain so much

waves hit the bone cells hard

I gave up one day

and another

and found myself washed to the shore

salt water

what was I trying to hide from myself

or the world at large



Be it the girl being blatantly absurd

I shall shout so loudly

within the thin air I shall



rindu

Coos of a Dove

Sunday morning

you were awake

how much I dragged myself with the thoughts I should travel with

to be left to wake with raw emotions

no overtones

no adornment nor obligations




Your name,

I pronounced, as I listened to myself

- is all that I can do


I miss you

hush, no one had to know

I was just speaking my mind




Good afternoon,

sweet little one.

Vagabond

I am one

for they who

met me half way

and left me after

construct a pattern of realization

hence my perception



Seems like it is the only path to be taken

as one wanders into space

I came as who I am

left alone as who I am

there weren't any necessary baggages

only but to be solid like a rock

and light like a feather

as they coexist



If I were to forget on how it is supposed

to feel, or to be rooted

tap my shoulder

tell me about it

I'll listen to your story

just like how it happened yesterday

and then I would have more of a reason

to justify my actions

my existence





* On my plane of window, vagabond happens to be referenced as
1. Mugen
2. New York New York

如果你如此美丽

魅力四射

有比构图一般 可求

你是一个假想 任凭人人渴求 人人期盼

如果你 真的如此美丽




她

想要靠近 且不曾尝试

你一直都很遥远

有比高空降落 （背着伞）
与平地的距离

只有你 让我觉得

在你身边什么都不做

也会自在

有点快乐的自由

这美感 我细细品尝




当我在忘我的时候

望了你的注视

   只要看着你我会微笑

   什么含义都没有

然而我们对望

可以如此吗         我想

如果你 真的如此美丽



我喜欢那个

没有蛛丝牵挂的关系

凭空建设

凭空游行

只有巧合

有资格绕我们圈子

不用计算

天    听天由命

如果你 真的如此美丽



然后 就像天气一样

我们说了两句醉话

“非醉， 非醉”

你还亲口告辞了

像风一样擦过

你是如此美丽



如果你如此美丽

Lies

How can you demonstrate as such

with your eyes shut wide

there wasn't any soul when I heard you

as if all were drained and squandered

when we first encounter

I couldn't possible emote or empathise

of your genuineness


Was it to camouflage your sins you've acknowledged

was it to keep your very weapon as an advantage of tomorrow's

A spur of negativity was observed

but I stand afar,

as I watch quietly


No flashy execution

for one is enhanced within self

words in the mind emphasized - you are you, and I am I

forward is where one should reside

I shall have no room to remorse of - your acts

hence less keen to participate thy superficial creation -


If it at all matters

we shall have our doors knocked

and have our hands held

after a summer's worth of wind kisses

this is how it should be told, dear one