60¢ Worth

Dreams

Dreams to make thy alive, with a purpose,

however the canvas is paint

however vivid or abstract it is perceived

I heard your voice

and how clearly it has been illuminated upon my wall

I have been always living in a dream

constructed by false images

void and abandoned buildings in a forbidden city

took me too long to figure out

the perimeters that I have been engulfing

in the name of living my dream

I gave it all

Have it traded so that I wouldn't be alone

Now that I have my own island to keep

then I realize

How has it been twisted from my lenses

My source of simulation

constructions for castles in the air

...I have given them back to nature

she has decided not to be parasitic 

No, these were all realizations

not plans nor executions

I do crave for you

I was once in your embrace

Let you begone 

...and I'll chase after you once more

in forms that I could paint with

maybe with others that I've never came across even

I will come to you

p.s. I have been freed by patterns, routines

thus I've learnt to live and overcome - with a tad thick inch of 

sincerity.

Thank you

Pride

Is when I sign off
by not using a default signature
and by hand typing my identity

One of which I proudly belong

This space permeates
much crossroads, possibilities

Such is a space where the frequencies intercept
to create more dimensions
more rare experience

I have always been proud
being part of it
just sometimes
it was not reminded
now that it is recalled,

it shall be framed and seal in its position




I've been blessed by beauty
that is why I sing and dance in praise

for I was blessed.

Epileptic

This experience must be one similar

of a neurological lapse

I couldn't get you off my mind

despite draining my physique

in a pool

under the sky of no limits

any form of defined space


Its overwhelming

...something beyond control


you were nothing

just a trigger


no, you were never worth it

I was just pulling up a show, one for me and myself

so that I am (self) entertained and not bored to stone



I couldn't have you erased

now that I feel that it's a must

I have never left myself in submerged in the pool for a very long time now

I am not you, and I couldn't possibly be you

No personification

No form of mimicry, or resemblance of manifesto

Even this very word

Speaks of utter instructions, a definite expression

Resistance


I will let you go

completely

and I shall come to meet you again one day

if all permits

if there will be a better time for all


I've walked up to you once

now I shall step back and sink

and submerge

like a sunset

like how nature revolves

Over Gingham Tablecloths

Those chats I couldn't possible walk by.

They were superficial, without substance and served less of a purpose.

All that I could go forever when a cycle is to be analysed.

Is that what you call a catch - up session, to find out that you will always have to start from zero,

because of your distanced circles,

circles that overlapped only of one's past.




Dream destinations to be toured, weaved adventures, how time flies, those ever over-represented knots of life one could go forever in discussion...

Why do we submit to a pattern of how we thought life is supposed to be lived, where is your courage of redeeming your freedom that you should take charge of?

Where art thy lonely souls lingering to?



Seating on each other, as a default-dominant position in a ring of wrestle

The pre-constructed subconsciousness one oozes,

I refrained myself from reaching out

your world view haunts my execution, dreams and positive possibilities


But you are my friend,

how could I not let this pass

you are supposed to hit my core, as I how open and sincere I am,

when I come with open arms to receive you



Such was the conversations who were supposed to be lovely and enjoyed

over a Sunday afternoon

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