sun ray peeping from the clowds

enough is enough, is enough, is enough

I shan't  kiss your feet

with my head inches from the ground

                 well off with a better space of intrigue

built in my head, 

taking place - just a tad, the matter of grey

if we couldn't come across, 

a platform to coexist, when talking about the ideals

where are we to stand one day

             no - wait,

it was always me

I am the cause of all mishaps

until we meet again, sweet

hug me tight and don't let go

before I've had enough 

this infatuation 

Stitch Binding: Volume 1

Do you have someone in your mind?

Yes.

Tell me about the person.

He resembles a world of contrast; honest and secretive, open and selective, sarcastic and reserved, strong and gentle, feminine and masculine, friendly and intimidating.

Constructed by such a kaleidoscope of planes and patterns, the more I discover, the more it expands.

He's an apple of many's eye.

What do you like about this person?

As much of a people's person, flamboyant full-time, his genuineness shines at times. He could be generous in giving, and in some situations, it spills off, selectively. Sometimes accidentally. 

He enters a space with confidence and a purpose, his goals are spelt on his forehead.

Sometimes he shies off a facade. 

What is this person's physical attributions?

Kind eyes. That's probably where you can see most of his true self. 

He has a body frame of a certain archetype - strong shoulders, well defined upper body 

and of course when he express with his body, he's speaks fluently and instinctively.

Sometimes a glow peaks at his cheek bones. And that is often perceived as an irresistible charm.

Also that handsome hue of his brown skin.

What do you feel about this person?

That he has so much to discover about his potential. I love the sense of rawness that he illuminates now and then, as if it is all done subconsciously. 

He has a very unique blend of flavour - at least to what I see.

Naturally I know what my reactions could be systematically qualified as - that I felt affection for him.

I would say I wish he feels the same, but there's no need for that.

I am not about to decide how this beauty feels.

He reminds me of the very untainted fondness one could feel. One that blossoms and nurture.

Do you have anything to say to him?

You're a wonderful being. 

I wish you could be constantly surrounded by affection, affection you deserve.

After thought:

My world could have been shrunk into the size of a palm.

But for all energy the universe has drawn, it says now, and the present is where it lives.

I thank you for for such reminders. 

Love

Being Alive

When we embraced

our joy couldn't be swapped

your smile was radiant

all I can do - was to receive




the lush, our company and the ball of glow

I wish nothing in between hindered our bodies

as simple as what was called upon









"cut!"

"next scene - episode 26, scene 5"

Analyzing Glaze

Perhaps

you are the byproduct of what I invest studying

handsome brown skin

locked eye brows

a vessel that epitomes thoughts and being

of yours




I've never asked much of you

I can never, maybe




That light

of what sums up as your presence

a picturesque of motive and direction

I was drawn upon




I recalled

vulnerability


but I shall be by your side, I shall be absorbed into the dark





until the time comes

Still Frame

Seydisfjordur, 30 July 2014
Icelandic horses and a foss found on every other hill



East Iceland was a miracle that came to sweep.
Without talking about the skateboard scene of a movie - with a new friend, no determination could be fired, no - I wouldn't even be persuaded of research and hard work of the others.



My love for the base of an idea, is the prelude that sings freedom.



This framed the still of time, when I had my mind set straight - that I was ready to walk an extra mile, over the curved and windy, endless roads.
30 minutes ago, a team of horses.
30 minutes after, a team of horses.


There was a bicycle, paddling a slow and steady pace.
It passed through me, we didn't say a thing. The sound came and go.
We concentrated on breathing.



It was getting darker.




Then I got picked up by a Spain couple.
We took a picture together,

That was it, a measurable 25-minute.

等着你回来

For the song of the deadly couldn't have you called



the space kept warm for your return

the faded fragrance of that handmade soap left on the table

replaced by a shorter span of sizzled onions

as they filled and travelled -


an illusion

the juxtaposed reality is that our coexistence collide

only in certain circumstances

and that we will never cross the path with a specific intention





I am capable to put up a mock run

to have you loved with open arms

for the sake of reinforcement

a mechanism to immunity

when it could be much convenient

to see you rise and fall, predictably




I can sit here all day

to run my desired reality

and the void

in parallel planes

as I witness the heart wither




it shall take the cycle of course

until one day, when we decide to evolve

anonymity

a pet ground hog for a keep

limited to only a vertical posed stance

stylized  messages

stories I desire to tell

    my outward presentation

    who do I speak to / who do I owe my expression to




none.





I fell in love, as permitted

with a blend of the dark and fair

regardless, a pure blood / hybrid

when we touch I swore

I ran a hundred thousand miles per second





If only we were given a sky

I would let my horses gallop

my sheep wander

to tough terrains

steep, angled stones

that was why we met


that only moment shared




let me illuminate your sea of black

like those creatures

no name to be consumed

no face to be remembered