Renascence:

When my senses got intact with the raw

There's just so much that could be taken in

I have became restless for

  the abundance of the universe has came to greet

if only you were there

you would know how the glow of that light ball illuminated

on the other day


I have learnt how to give as I pick up milligrams of sparks

wherever whenever whatever

  as actions were initiated with the purest intention

  when your voice could be still translated at such timbre such tone, with such maturity

Your beat needs no further elaborations

As raw as it is, no mask intended -

I just can't stop receiving

you can try to fathom every notion depicted

but it doesn't matter -

I am rich with my possessions

all the more that when you approach

I'll be happy to give you my slice of whirled, warm beam


     Here's something for you,

     I hope that you'll like it, thank you!

Yearn

So much, so much I want to believe in the world that

I adore and idealize -

in turn, one not where I belong



As much as my freedom of expression portrays of a message

my present is yet not such,

where do I go

how do I stop



is this my desire of a construction of dreams

one that I would never touch -

one fine line, even



My senses are awakened

that was the last that I felt

when I came to the same ground

and left



So much to hope

to gain

to miss by an inch

here you go,


here's for evergreen yearns.

The Beam of February

Footsteps picked up as we swiveled through the crowd

It feels that I am practicing my professionalism

in the pace that I control

Role play is the key - 

such liberalism


My senses were busy perceiving

and

you flashed within my sight

Tall, bright and receiving

Our existence simultaneously acknowledged



It was such a cinematographic moment

captured in a realistic lens of a long shot

with the sun, green and its shades created

some sub-characters

and your brown, bright smile



The effort of walking through the swimming crowd

of yours, and of myself,

was vivid



A hug then was the only language

perceived natural

it seems that all was designed preferably in this time and space

we are to be greeted with such grace


We spoke of some purposes, reasons and updates

though words couldn't seem to carry us far - with the intermittent patterns engaged

What reached me was your beam

As sunshine that others and I perceive myself to be

  and that,

is a cognitive reflection that I've reowned

from you















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What friendly gesture

amplified through clouds, hit a thousand times stronger

Now I write it down

before its trip to be forgone


Least I captured

that moment of sunshine

and welcoming smile

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