>Last walk to the pastures…

Friday, December 12, 2009 . 6 comments . Posted in General

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Craving spirits are fallen free from a hole in the sky that looked so weirdly worthless. Miles away in a farm where they saw the barren land filled with colorless flowers dried and dread with the sudden rush of lights from up. Run you worthless soul. I say, run. to…? 


Look, listen… I’ve got to tell you why I am in here. I see a smile on your pale face. When the sudden gush of downpour causing cold breeze melt away down beneath the mushy grass, won’t you hush? I want to wander through the pastures where those poets laid their hearts to blend the beauty of nature. In their hearts they had art to save, but they couldn’t save the ‘life’ and ‘love’ in them. The pale face and your smile taunt my rush. You got to hold back. Sing a song, for thy master keep them close to his heart. Now, pack all you want… take your asset with you and before the sun rests in her place, you got to chip that tiny stone away… the stone that says “I”… 

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>Is there anybody in <3?

Friday, December 12, 2009 . 11 comments . Posted in General

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The sudden burst of cloud’s fiery fire… Alas, the breeze hailed its warmth and dodged the way… Miles away a lonely branch rendered a tender leaf to cherish the long gone days, in a wistful chip, falling in motion. They seemed to me motionless in air…
Sometimes, a long gaze at the mirror talks something about us. Love…? Is there anybody in love? Sing a sweet lullaby for thy master and deal with him in whispers. Sigh… have you left the note in whispers to chatter the long gone days that’s been set forth for a bright future?
In my arms you lay your trust, to blend with mine and to see through life, in a dreamy land, where it’s just you and me. Shadow of colors and colors of rainbow in a crystal pot glaring at us to tell us we are in love… Love…? Is there anybody in love? Ask me not for I may speak out… I…
Well…I am not supposed to speak out… I am thy master and I got to deal in whispers… I want to sail to the moon; along with you, for you may call me as a sweet soul lived many decades ago. That’s life… that’s love… around the twelfth hour when the clock ticks its heart out, I may crave for your heart… for your presence… and hey, hello, it’s me whom you think about. I know… the song shall remain the same, and many have sung it… many will sing it again…
The sudden burst of cloud’s fiery fire… Alas, it’s in my heart… You may dodge and take another path… Alas, the falling leaves know not this craving heart.
And I ask…
Is there anybody in love?

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>Sweet November

Thursday, December 12, 2009 . 6 comments . Posted in General

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No more love songs from me
for you to value and worry
No more sweet tales from me
for you to wail and vent out
No more November pictures
for you to feel warmth in cold
Hatred is the new seed in plot
I plant it with pride and prejudice
On a white sheet with blue I ink,
my bitter bits of sliced heart
As a tribute to the people I met
for the clowns that I set
Ah, Sweet November died so fast
through the glance of a fresh leaf
In the garden of an eastern valley
In to the heart that I once knew…

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