White Daisies

Very rarely do I see you tear

aching as it vibrates

piercing as it infects

like a venom

you terminate

neuron by neuron

my strings pulled

albeit heart still pumping



Sometimes I clogged too much of you in my mind

the world sees it

I was discriminated, framed and fractured

I wonder why

why couldn't I be left alone without shackles chained



I must have been a great entertainer

my creations follow no norm

you watched with a cynic smile, with pop corn and its packaging of five-edge stars in white

how lightly could one be taken

of skepticism, egocentrism and pitiful cries



I need no general consensus

of the human language

talk to me with a free mind

not an analyst

but of a born-free artist

or whoever you choose to be



I do not wish you to fathom my perception

it was a mere moment where I got to sit with you

side by side

at a given physical experience

worldly attachments

a calculation of the universe



it was an encounter that I appreciate

as I smile whilst admire

I raised my arm forward as my heart instructed









"you opened my eyes"

how can I ever thank you?



"can I touch you?"

"rarely do I see you tear"



I shall greet you when the first spring breeze

brushes your hair

All and That in Between

My love to you is outward

like how I sing you a passionate, Portuguese tune

how I dance and express a self, physically

bold, I showed you some skin,

flesh and bone, maybe

I fuel you with sparks

we peak with our natural resources

just like the sun in the Nordic sky



My love to you is inward

subtle, like the stream

roots carved and engraved

I am the old oak tree

humble and loyal, my presence

and you'd always prefer to sit on the earth where I stand on

read a book, have a nap, or drink a cup of coffee

our resonance sound

as you seek for shelter in the rain

as the moon reflects the light of orange



I feel comfortable

lying in your arms

your touch, so gentle

it reminds me of a song

as you caress



until sun rise

I wake up to the first light of the day

you are no where to be found

but you are here

so close, deep inside




I wonder if there are times

times when you miss

miss the old oak tree

Hypothesis A

如果不能和在一起

无法爱


是否把你注射在我身子里

多一点倒影

假设性地爱

五折般地上演

轻易多了


好比

若你消失 不见  死了

我的会是   怎么代替

Rehearsal Room B

Dear Jane,

you chase dreams

you are out for the best that you could gain

of abstract, material, experience, the meta

you face crossroads

you talk to yourself

you sometimes indulge amongst complications

you sometimes agree ignorance is bliss





you are attractive, subjectively

you are quirky, that way I'd appreciate

you arouse me

there's no need to further fit you into forms of the concrete

all I know is I see stars when




I found you

I do not intend to interrupt but

I like you

we agreed in unison

I wished the subject could be shone under a different spot light

I like you too



Can I take your hand

Can I kiss you

        we can do it the way you want

I don't know what will come as the sun rise

As hawks, planes and parachutes touch the sky



If someone could hit the pause button

Can we travel through space

Can we allow more to be filled in our voids and

make out day and night

Can we walk to the south pole just so we could be lost in ice







Maybe that's too much

sounds like I attempt to scare








Can we play with fire

and let passion burn us alive?



Yours,
John

Flash

Quiver, I held a tool

adoration crystalized

interlaced with the many thoughts, expressions and nakedness

thick and concentrated

precious you are



I wrote your name

the way you like to be held






I miss you

I do

A Quiet Party

Lemonade in the make

for a serving for two

weather be it gentle or extreme

sun within sight

when our bodies crave to be refreshed

table sheet not chequered but plain white

an antique tea table on the garden

you might want an extra beverage

one with milk foam layered

with a tempting texture

you'll have the spoon placed on the saucer

more coffee desired

have I told you that salmon blends well with mashed eggs

sandwiched with the freshest greens to make our day

we might want some pancakes with maple syrup

I'll like it sweet and floury 

you'll like it cosy, like home

"Excuse me"

I said as I leave the table

I trotted to the bushes to collect twigs

and plucked a berry 

came back and placed them on your palm

We might be spoilt by what's served on the spread

by a condition

you will read and I shall write

until the sun sets

until the moon rises

until we sleep under the stars

Prayer

That morning

I was dressed in white

Amongst celebration I mourn

a silent funeral and an undertaker

I smile because I witness collective joy

and I weep for the cause of one death

for you shall never know me

you've always chose not to

To fall is always easier

to lift takes you the weight of a hundred light years

I couldn't shoulder

She should be put into a deep sleep

and never wake to the truth

so her dreams could be weaved continuously 

in another dimension

in a foreign realm

Feign, feign your heart and emotions

charm one with your fountain of youth

let her die in your slither 

cold and empty

bottomless

no bed could nurse her wounds

no man could stitch the chasms

Nonsensical gibbers 

I am a fool, remember?

No, you've never known me

you've always chose not to