Sunday, December 23, 2012

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



Saturday, December 22, 2012

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

Saturday, December 1, 2012

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

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Plan B: Honesty

I never wished to hide from you

Honesty is an act of beauty

if you were to hesitate going through its circumstances

I doubt that you could stand among more misfits to be encountered


Here is my honesty to you -

If it doesn't serve as a purpose

it is hence seen as unnecessary

we've agreed on that, the other night

I have been squandering too much on you

too much that it has to be voided

and avoided

your actions told me that was true

for that was my only source of cue


There are just so much to treasure among the others

and I do value the transparency I share with each individuals

if what we have defeat its purpose - be it the means, or end

there is no point my dear

no point to keep this going


I like you

and I wish to take this further

I am not hasty, I believe so

it is just my pace that is different than yours

plus the many other external factors

that we somehow couldn't intercept

or should I say at least we tried


I do not know if it is supposed to be tough

when to let go

or when to wait

you are like a wind

mysterious and uncertain

no patterns to be observed

unless one chooses to play it safe with you

without any desire to change the status quo - even the slightest of that



I like you

even when I'm trying to hide it away

to not acknowledge it

eventually I found out

it had to be released



But now

I'll have to keep it aside

in the closet for now

no one knows what will happen to it

I just figured that it couldn't be released at this point

it causes damage

I presume



So fly

love

like how I used to put it

fly and never come back

don't even try to attempt


Don't ever come back




Friday, November 23, 2012

Dear Someone

My tenderness is reserved like always, my dear.

So much as I'd want to love you,

you're telling me otherwise

maybe it is for my utmost selfish reasons

that I couldn't stop myself from doing this


I did not anticipate a storm

I hope this is not one

I shall not repeat mistakes,

my dear I shall not.


I want to say 'bear with me'

No, you have no reason to do that

You're not supposed to be a friend too close

Remember?

Because I'm not the one that you'd find yourself falling for




Sunday, November 18, 2012

Internalization

When I close my eyes

and tried to make sense of your actions

I walked in your shoes

took a stroll at the park

in a classroom

in various spacial containers

see people that you meet

talked to them

see through the window frame of yours


and switched myself to a mode of default

the identifiable one


caused by its high frequency

I often travel to this made-up realm of mine

not guaranteed a fake among the produced mass

least, played as a role of a tranquilizer

I found myself wanting to become you

to fill in your existence

that is absent in my enclosed wonderland


Fly my dear

fly high

never come back again

I'd assume you'd never

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Meta-

Suddenly it seems

anything from the universe could be fed on

I have no fantasies built from objects, subjects, anyway you put it

But at this moment, it all seem to have established

Of what I took for granted

of the patterns I have control over

I could engage with them instantly

As if part of me is equally shared with my vicinity



I need not love to survive

you can leave me, either way

high speed, casual,

with a limp on your right leg,

with an empty sight on your pair of eyes

I took myself as a role of being gargantuan,

I shall stomach every single black particle - found between molecules

My dear,

I think I carry a lot of weight

more than you could imagine

I see fear in every pair of eyes I once adored

No - I do not feel pain, nor do I feel afraid about it

I am an irregular

I would have to take it in that way



If you have what it takes

do tell me off that it is not true

but I doubt that you are a man as such

Least is,

I know you well enough



I hope the mere exploration

fulfilled my role as your subject of love

regardless of it being an experimentation of failure

I played my role

and I did enjoy having you around

crafting our existence upon zero



Now

let me just try to erase what was supposed to be progressed among this programmed chaos

we shall return to blank

we shall return to be static

before everything gets to race towards its finishing line