anatomy wonders

Anterior

I woke under the lazy sun

warm and humid

the weather sometimes hits my nerves

maybe, one of the reason why the land stifles me

My intention grew wings

and flew to you

like a kid

throwing stones toward a window on the third floor

like a rock pigeon

resting near the window (without a post)

like the flower petals

you drop as they wilt

               everywhere you go

you're just too distracted amongst all to notice

how we were designed to be stitched

when I am your sole distraction

Posterior

Our conversations, I learnt

were mapped to protrude through

a web of intricacies

sometimes our points meet

many a times, we slipped

outsmart not

not our method of execution

when I see you, we were prepared

when we don't, the ball keeps rolling

I crave for more

albeit the stream, calm as it flows

assures me with comfort

my seeds were planted;

I play no games

I've lost my ability to shield myself

before I died

I felt a tap on my shoulder earlier in the afternoon

was it you, my dear

was it you

we live in one vessel to begin with

you and I

just it seems

we'll never get to embrace each other

outwardly, audibly,

what more recklessly

my dear one

Meander Away

music remained playing in the air

nonchalant, 

through the bell of the gramophone

donned in a sun dress and a white hat 

she opened the gate

of a white fence 

wondered, did she

if all could go well

a thought of ridicule 

blinded

how could she not see 

between

the fragility of her shell

and what the universe choose to dispose

so many secrets you own

as you wander

selectively

into space, chasms and the dark waters

so much #love you've showered 

or squandered

to those you measured worthy

who is she to you

the reindeer, squirrel or the lobster

a dandelion, one-eyed snow wolf, or a hedwig

chew my heart strings 

bite them scatter 

so you can see rainbows in the sky

chew my heart strings

bite them scatter

so you can see rainbows in the sky

Vivid

Sweet is what I recalled

from the surface of my lips


I lazed from a sea of blue

my eyes speak of a rapid movement


You were here with me on the bed

that projection

must be you and I, kissing


I remember how tender you were

in the dark

yet you can attack so blatantly

for you are a survivor

you've seen, died,

loved and killed



Do you not understand?

I just want to be with you

swallow my presence and blend with the background

between the pins of your world map

pages of your books

under the hoofs of the plastic-miniatured animals

or just lying on your white bed sheet

like a ghost

so that you can enjoy your solitude

and that I can love you

without a physical experience



I'd like to see you as yourself

running free

amongst the contorted structure we live in

to witness is such joy to one

as to be affirmed


You touched me

beauty

even so temporarily, we co-exist


Let me taste you again

the sweetness of your lips

until we are put asunder

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