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

Joanna

Buried in the plot I least traced

You tried, and I think I didn't

Pardon me, you hit me back to square one. I surrendered.



For the longest time,

I didn't know where I was

where I was heading to

I was questioned again,

philosophical

what I want to do, why am I doing it -

and if it all really matters



Crossroads as such encountered

I met you half way

and I thought you were comfortable

or maybe you were not

it was just the lights

then again, a language I attempt to understand

or maybe it was just the lights



What is it this time?

What do I see?




Can I... touch you?

not physically, but can I touch you?

Shoulder Talk

I forgot what it feels like, for I've drawn myself into my very own realm
the one filled with stars, abstracts, dust and turmoil

I remember, leaving was a conscious choice
for your doings are not what I'd agree on
I can not put myself into your shoes

I resist

It is against my sense of being

Let me forgo

So that I will not near you
for you've brought me to places I've never been
wraps donned with thorns

Your unconscious betrays the mask you tried to put

Sorry, I am not who you expect me to be

If you can, hide, hide in any form as you wish

They can take you in for that, go.

Don't return.

Sense of Self

The perpetuator never takes account of his own misdoings.

We are all mindful of who takes credit on what's rightful, or wrong -

If you've made a mistake,

would you apologize to another?

If so, would that be even sincere in the first place?

Which party are you intending to persecute?

Would you rather have it pent up in your external shell now and turn to God for repentance after?

Isn't that too convenient for one?



What is the 'love' for 'peace', minimizing confrontation or even the notion of being asked to 'chill' in this context?

You are just weak and unable to criticize yourself in front of the public. Why can't you just choose to be open about weaknesses. So much about constructive advice, you can not practice what you preach.

Such a weakling.

You work on superficiality instead, given the choice.


Most importantly,

nobody chose to have that pointed out.

Hence labelled as fools (maybe not sinners), rather than victims.


Wait, what was your intention again?