runaway

in my head sparked those synapses

the real world where we can coexist

I spoke so much

as I took your hand

I watched you smile

all doubts melt away

in those small, soluble sachets



I guess you have no idea

or never you will know

how to push aside a current you caught

a certain degree of observation

being in control

and letting it go



of taboos and suffocated restrictions

wild thoughts end up shooting unto the sky

perhaps paved clearly

that this path is to be taken solo

oh you have no idea

where this could lead to



in a different dimension then

we can meet and again explore

what lays in between the streams

space and ashes and mountains

and our form of existence




see you again, boy

密语

平静的想起

可以倒数美好的回忆


是冰岛大自然的语言

与台上最自由的心灵


谢谢你们的成全

build up

That measured moment when sights exchanged

got me transported

how much I wish that we can see the world

side by side

just us

you and I




you never did like to look up as much

rather buried in a state of ecstasy

but when you do, your eyes speak of curiosity

round and piercing

they speak to me

I just don't know how




I wonder what I'm leaving lose right now

a leak of fondness

I thought I've seen enough

hence a consciousness to envelope a self


you must be a shy one

and I've grown to be less expressive

I wonder if we'll ever be heard


till the end of time

wild curls

just as I sparked my journey of a fondness

expanded, boiled and reached out


I've came to acknowledge one of your physical attractions that got me gaga

thus, a mind that wanders beyond your first position presentation


and so I imagined of what's left behind

that small frame

thick framed glasses

big eyes

non-smiley expression

and that wavy-volumed mane

isn't that a reflection of state?


next thing we know is the length cut short

I didn't even get to express the loss


just maybe,

we deserve a piece of silence


just so we can run free

dissolve

my senses register to a familiar space

physicalized by a combination of some personal preferences

same old cement counter top, manned by 2 owners

shrunk in a vertical space, with lots of green and sunlight in the exterior

in the middle of the forest - not too deep

slightly paved for sustainable development

my favourite guys, which I don't really talk to

as usual, we just exist

this need not to be an indication

      just a fond little picture, constructed by my little subconsciousness

slowly

it dissolves into reality

Plan Z:

Jane is housebound and doesn't invite calls.

John has a recording session to make.

Judy has a flight to catch short after.

Jean doesn't feel comfortable being called to prep in a short span of time.

Jack responded in a different time zone, and is committed to a pre-arranged interview.

Jude has a busy schedule to attend to.

Josh isn't comfortable to speak upon the subject on a different vehicle. Maybe he understands that free speech could only be exercised on gray lines. The world wide web for example.

Jade feels she is not the right person to approach. She offered to help, though it functioned more like an act of kindness to be absorbed.

Jill checked her schedule and has to be present in a meeting.






Jason said yes.
And Jason hurt himself just right before and therefore is not able to make it, after our agreement.






God knows I've tried hard. At least the universe does.

sun ray peeping from the clowds

enough is enough, is enough, is enough

I shan't  kiss your feet

with my head inches from the ground

                 well off with a better space of intrigue

built in my head, 

taking place - just a tad, the matter of grey

if we couldn't come across, 

a platform to coexist, when talking about the ideals

where are we to stand one day

             no - wait,

it was always me

I am the cause of all mishaps

until we meet again, sweet

hug me tight and don't let go

before I've had enough 

this infatuation 

Stitch Binding: Volume 1

Do you have someone in your mind?

Yes.

Tell me about the person.

He resembles a world of contrast; honest and secretive, open and selective, sarcastic and reserved, strong and gentle, feminine and masculine, friendly and intimidating.

Constructed by such a kaleidoscope of planes and patterns, the more I discover, the more it expands.

He's an apple of many's eye.

What do you like about this person?

As much of a people's person, flamboyant full-time, his genuineness shines at times. He could be generous in giving, and in some situations, it spills off, selectively. Sometimes accidentally. 

He enters a space with confidence and a purpose, his goals are spelt on his forehead.

Sometimes he shies off a facade. 

What is this person's physical attributions?

Kind eyes. That's probably where you can see most of his true self. 

He has a body frame of a certain archetype - strong shoulders, well defined upper body 

and of course when he express with his body, he's speaks fluently and instinctively.

Sometimes a glow peaks at his cheek bones. And that is often perceived as an irresistible charm.

Also that handsome hue of his brown skin.

What do you feel about this person?

That he has so much to discover about his potential. I love the sense of rawness that he illuminates now and then, as if it is all done subconsciously. 

He has a very unique blend of flavour - at least to what I see.

Naturally I know what my reactions could be systematically qualified as - that I felt affection for him.

I would say I wish he feels the same, but there's no need for that.

I am not about to decide how this beauty feels.

He reminds me of the very untainted fondness one could feel. One that blossoms and nurture.

Do you have anything to say to him?

You're a wonderful being. 

I wish you could be constantly surrounded by affection, affection you deserve.

After thought:

My world could have been shrunk into the size of a palm.

But for all energy the universe has drawn, it says now, and the present is where it lives.

I thank you for for such reminders. 

Love

Being Alive

When we embraced

our joy couldn't be swapped

your smile was radiant

all I can do - was to receive




the lush, our company and the ball of glow

I wish nothing in between hindered our bodies

as simple as what was called upon









"cut!"

"next scene - episode 26, scene 5"

Analyzing Glaze

Perhaps

you are the byproduct of what I invest studying

handsome brown skin

locked eye brows

a vessel that epitomes thoughts and being

of yours




I've never asked much of you

I can never, maybe




That light

of what sums up as your presence

a picturesque of motive and direction

I was drawn upon




I recalled

vulnerability


but I shall be by your side, I shall be absorbed into the dark





until the time comes

Still Frame

Seydisfjordur, 30 July 2014
Icelandic horses and a foss found on every other hill



East Iceland was a miracle that came to sweep.
Without talking about the skateboard scene of a movie - with a new friend, no determination could be fired, no - I wouldn't even be persuaded of research and hard work of the others.



My love for the base of an idea, is the prelude that sings freedom.



This framed the still of time, when I had my mind set straight - that I was ready to walk an extra mile, over the curved and windy, endless roads.
30 minutes ago, a team of horses.
30 minutes after, a team of horses.


There was a bicycle, paddling a slow and steady pace.
It passed through me, we didn't say a thing. The sound came and go.
We concentrated on breathing.



It was getting darker.




Then I got picked up by a Spain couple.
We took a picture together,

That was it, a measurable 25-minute.

等着你回来

For the song of the deadly couldn't have you called



the space kept warm for your return

the faded fragrance of that handmade soap left on the table

replaced by a shorter span of sizzled onions

as they filled and travelled -


an illusion

the juxtaposed reality is that our coexistence collide

only in certain circumstances

and that we will never cross the path with a specific intention





I am capable to put up a mock run

to have you loved with open arms

for the sake of reinforcement

a mechanism to immunity

when it could be much convenient

to see you rise and fall, predictably




I can sit here all day

to run my desired reality

and the void

in parallel planes

as I witness the heart wither




it shall take the cycle of course

until one day, when we decide to evolve

anonymity

a pet ground hog for a keep

limited to only a vertical posed stance

stylized  messages

stories I desire to tell

    my outward presentation

    who do I speak to / who do I owe my expression to




none.





I fell in love, as permitted

with a blend of the dark and fair

regardless, a pure blood / hybrid

when we touch I swore

I ran a hundred thousand miles per second





If only we were given a sky

I would let my horses gallop

my sheep wander

to tough terrains

steep, angled stones

that was why we met


that only moment shared




let me illuminate your sea of black

like those creatures

no name to be consumed

no face to be remembered

Alice skipped

for 12 hours, red rouge stained her lips

a day Alice gets to be lost

trip and fall

dust and gold

there is no goal, but vague painted shapes and sequences

whatever comes, I embrace

whatever counts, all picked


Alice created a coded zone

for visitors of the same wave length

sometimes they speak in a most familiar language

sometimes - not meant to be decoded


there was no dishonesty

there was nothing to be shunned, nor shy off

this endless flow of fountain

I love generosity, I remembered

the abundance of fuel that pumped me

up to the sky

up, up to the sky



for I am blessed, when I count what's gained

when you don that glow you walk out with

all things beautiful will be attracted

as you emit light in abundance

concave

We despise the norms of what is written in the society contract

individuality, a less celebrated content

relationships defined within a hollowed core



Low moans and a dried socket,

I searched for you, high and low



An evil game, we played

false smiles unleashed

false intentions

a package we sell

where lands our form of freedom?



Shall we recall

how sweet the scent tasted

the morning when the birds chirped

those little details you capture

when time stood still

when all seems to precious to pass



like how we'd kiss goodbye

yes, kiss goodbye