Good Morning Love

Sometimes I sing because of you

My world turned fancy

just because I carried you along -




So I trespassed into the boundaries of the city in the morn

solo

I walked in and do things I've wanted to do

and also others that I'd imagine I could act upon



I never knew

there was an Indian temple at the corner

nor had a legit trip to visit the Petaling Street

I am a traveller myself

watching the labelled tourists sitting on doorways

sweating under the sun

carrying their bagpacks

people watching

how different am I than you

as we swim between lanes, sunglasses and the rich and poor souls,

anxiety, pleasures derived, and the sugar cane stalls



I got my pair of shoes

as I got ready to be pumped up dancing to my content -

I had conversations with the shoemaker

and tried to converse to the flower seller

yes it was a fruitful trip down

as I untangled the braided jasmines

and realized that it is what I've always wanted to do for myself

my day was as sunny as the afternoon hot sun

just like how I'd sometimes, think about you



I could have stayed longer

but I was called

when we bumped into each other

I remember your smile, warm and welcome like how it always was

my hug was meant to be translated as

a process of metamorphosis, even colourful jellyfishes, or maybe a well-baked apple pie

I don't know if you can tell

or can even have that deconstructed



It didn't matter

you were with me all the time

for I've privily carried you with me

whilst travelling through space

such intimacy you've instilled-



Even if its possibly, an ascension built over false images

I'd go ahead and write this

as if it is a connection of lover's telepathy



I wish

I could tell you more

早

你睡得安稳

太阳初升

我吻了你侧的脸颊

你惺忪的双眼睁开

下意识没被掩盖吧

我被埋藏在哪

你细声地问好

我听见

在你 被温柔阳光拥抱

还坐在有点散乱的白色床单上时

还有

咖啡配午饭间刻

那些细缝

我的  也被你添满

我听见

明天一早

我再约你

在你白色单人床上

日出时    在你身边

静静聆听你早上的呼吸

和你那下意识给我的问好 ——

Tauromakhia

Shadow and light formed no significance

My circadian clock has been unwind

A turmoil observed

Intense and raw

without a sign



My head goes light

Face turned sheet white

Multi facets, direction, dimension

Feels like an internal motion sickness triggered

An overthrown ball of dynamics

pulling strings -

You gave me butterflies

Wasn't there anything I can do to save myself from my own illusions

We are so distanced, distracted

Yet I feel you here so close

I took it too lightly

Never knew I could be engulfed by such

attraction






Breathe

I said






Only when I get to surrender myself to your arms

is when I feel comfort, warmth and tranquil



My instincts are shouting aloud

wish you were here

Drag

what am I doing here

how am I doing

the sky has a new volume of concentration

thick and dark it was

no penetration of light

I could have paid more attention

was it time to realize

why does she do that to herself

you know - 

I let it go too soon

I remember my guards

they stood with me all the time 

to prevent incidents from turning sour

I always listen to my heart

yet it always brings me to a wall of frustrations

maybe a wall would have been enough

stop playing with your adjectives -

simply because there's no way after that

frustrations don't adorn

they are but excuses for me to distract myself from

my weaknesses

was it because of my hard headedness 

or my ignorance

I refuse to act according to predictability 

I have no ill intention

why am I tied

why am I bound to react to rules

you can't hear me

can't you

Mid-air

I had the skin soaked with the warmth, sweat

It was never more the right time to remember

How our bodies are bound to connect to our souls

How our inner voice is much churned after an expressive physicality





We have long forgotten how our bodies function

I don't see that in the eyes I locked onto

Sometimes blindness finds us

and reap what's supposed to be innate in within

or maybe it was just me



For I've always imagined myself as a dancer

and made sure my rhythmic pulse engages

my respect for the universe

my thoughts that fly without constrains

and perhaps, my love for you









Out of the green

you stood in the middle of a field of tall grass

you soared with joy

as I caught a glimpse of that



that was all it takes

felt that I was lifted, a grip on my ribcage

I smiled

90 degrees

I tried to recall your voice

thin, somewhat nasal

a short vocal chord, maybe

I can visualize where your breath travels through the airway

as you speak




I was trapped in that very space

the ground where sins were scarlet, they say

repeatedly, I tried to keep myself sane

my internal self should stand

against all odds

yet I was afraid, timid

I froze




You were at the corner

corner of your comfort

I wondered

how much can beauty mesmerise one's senses

what can you access and retrieve from it

am I part of your collection

of bottles that you'd assemble and eventually

stamp on your sense of existence onto it

I am not beautiful like that

I refuse - but

I am all layered in within




I was reminded this much

triggered by this disparity

left overwhelm - caught off guard

you are my dear

engulfed by the mass

you were alone

a glare and a sharp pain resides



I stood right in front of you

I froze

one eighth of a second





I fled

were you already not there



I fled

shall I take you with me?

Uncollected

i love it when the sun rises
i'll be able to watch you sleep
i'll hum you a lullaby melody
even though practically
you don't need it

i love it when you're comfy
my senses and observations heighten as you beam
it is your generous energy
i figured, i know what i love what's sensed from you
what i see that's inside you
so lovable, you see
so lovable

lets go out for coffee
lets head down to the pine forest for a picnic
and then a wild chase
lets have more conversations
lets talk about possible top secret conspiracies
lets exchange ideas, execute ideas
lets have fun

an expansion of horizon
i'll take it as an indulgence
i must learn how to appreciate
all sorts of little gestures
instead of running with haste
with such haste
such annoying haste

ah how i miss you
lets go out for coffee

Mulberry Bush

clairvoyance

two dreamscapes, placed parallel

one is mine

the other is yours





it is a secret, i tell you

yes you filled my imagination

there was such a scene weaved somewhere in my strawberry field

left just too coarse to be realized


and you came to me

you got me flowers -

not

but your craft

wrapped with a thin leaf

how delicate it is

how beautiful it is




I wish

how I wish

Haze

Bi-polar

now I remember why I should be leashed

I forgot how much I feed from the earth

when all I think about was to fly

with such haste

discouragement was channelled

through the funnel

before one sees the light




I expressed how you reminded me of

being liberated

smashed much into distortion is this

temporary reality

and you said

you said nothing lasts forever

a guess that's the reason why

for you squeezed me a seed from a pod

you never left from your side




I thought it was illusion

my frame couldn't contain my mental urge of

flying off the fence

I doubt that it was ecstasy

yet you remained still

calm like a stone

like how I disguised myself as




I realize how much I've always

wanted to fly

河滨公园

We could have talked about streets

how familiar you are with the city

the art you made and will make

while you guide us through the pulse


I'd imagine that it will be half past seven

when we greet

at the corner of a junction

or across the road



Would that have made a difference

at a different location

with foreign sub-layers of intersections

so intricate that it could haunt one down


I think it will

for our commonalities will find each other





I'd be as excited as a kid

to see your default smiling muscles contract

spontaneously defined

eyes often too small to read

though it is strange

I barely know you



how I wish that we could converse without

grids, templates

we'll talk about everything

I'll sing to you

you'd love it, I think



I'd be donned in black

lets meet at the long shan riverside park



I can't wait -

I'll see you

Senses

让我沉醉于你的声音里

心跳声     呼吸

稍微薄的声音发自管道

节奏不曾放慢

呵  真有趣



那天

一不小心 注视了你的双手

岁月的痕迹       累积

它陪了你一世

韵味恰好

我是否看傻了眼

你只不过在打字

               想看你更多场合里    做的最爱

可以吗



碰      我背腰     问好

“我好好”

你总是逃不过

触碰的机会

是情欲  

仰或   单纯释放的表达



你那阵    皂香

讯息传    说我们距离太近了

可我放大瞳孔    解析

那是你毫无意念的作为

然而        也没有戒心

别说防备




尝            你

试了我再说

呵




亲爱的

把我给扰乱了

Gentle Strokes

Thousand metres roar

Gallons of artificial body fluids

Where do they come from

How are they to be seized, between realities



No one shall be able to comprehend

I deny form and restrictions

when behaviourism is to be dissected



Where do I go from here

how do we measure



The unrest wails

Stop chaining their sets of values



Why must I act accordingly

Is that the reason of our co-existence?



Say no more

Hush, please... put me to sleep

Ears on Ground

"Ma, I met a new friend today"

"I don't remember each encounter this often"

"He's like this warm ball of fuzzy energy... and he sometimes even smells like popcorn,

....no, potpourri"

"No, I wouldn't tell you how I found that out"



"He establishes himself as a blunt man"

"I was showered by sweet love"

"Sometimes it felt diabetic"

"The contrast thinned my vision"

"But ma, he didn't really have to do anything"

"I've been already stripped and unbuttoned,"

"...garments hung half way"



"If you only could see how amazing this friend I met"

"He is painstakingly versatile"

"Talented. Not overrated, but as how the word says it"

"He does things that paints my canvas"

"That canvas? My ideal reality"

"Nah, of course he doesn't know"

"That's out of his radius"



"Yes ma, I am very fond of him"

"Oh, possibilities?"

"That's not prioritized"

"Its been awhile since I've witness such... personification"

"The thought of him - woos me"

"Organically"



"I've got to go shower now"

"Please let a summer's warmth travel across to him on the chilled streets now"

"The heater's going to be turned on"

"I'll send him kisses"

"If they do not embody what the world constructs it as, actually"



"Love you, ma"

Too Much Coffee

I don't know you

Say, how do I start -



I think I've always liked you

Or rather, used of constructing imaginations over your psyche

your form


And when I get to know you

you seemed like a free spirit

not one that I've recorded previously

nor expected at all


You're almost like a child

worn no guard

reaching out


Funny thing is I got comfortable with your approach

other contrasting thoughts doesn't matter

and when you did what's physical

I wasn't disgusted

I could smell you, in fact

funny, I get to fathom

a male counterpart lost and found I guess


I always wonder how it works for you

Sometimes you just sounded so chirpy

others you stood out like -

what a funny composition


I don't know who are you

maybe you have well hidden intentions

a thousand speculations


but I'm feeling this

saying welcome


just like how I ran to you with a smile under the sun

when I parked my car

it was a warm afternoon, a warm one

that was authentic

I felt freed too


All the good things you say

was to good to be true, sometimes

heck too that, I like you,










thank you for those precious moments