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11-07-2011, 01:28 PM
1. SHE TELLS ME EVERYTHING OF POETRY
It’s a beautiful moment
when the easy wind blows
as if it is trying to seduce my eyes to sleep,
but I know it is unreasonable
to lose my consciousness
only for this scenic natural temptation.
Yes, it’s surely her,
breathtaking like a poetry.
Why do I dare to compare God’s gift
to unreal stuff, honest unvoiced sounds?
A question performs me dynamic dance to trace,
for it takes me into a grace.
Oh, Dear..
It’s not something worthless to say
that a sacred journey shouldn’t be delayed.
It is a poetry with its brightest ray
eating up falsehood silhouette appearance,
teaching a lesson how to articulate honestly.
2. HOW’S LIFE, POET?
How’s life, poet?
Are you still painting the world with beauty and wisdom,
helping the truth to build the luxurious palace with its great shading dome?
Take this hapilly! Come on..
The brightest Sun alone
for you haven’t gone.
How’s life, poet?
Are you still living in your sacred cave of seclusion?
Here is the flame to flash on your imagination,
and hope the world will reduce its sensual temptation.
How’s life, poet?
Thank for always sowing the seeds of truth.
3. THE LAST DECISION
I won’t be the breeder
for my physiological body as the basic former
creating a simple gate for my embryo to enter.
Let me try to resist
so I can exist
even I’m the last guy in the list.
Is it a problem for you?
Whenever I’m in my full energy looking for something new,
for the sake of Heaven or Hell I dare to pass all through.
4. INTELLECTUAL MADNESS
He just laid motionless;
A stranger in a bizarre behavior was loveless.
Indeed that death has brought him away
seemed to feel hopeless.
If it tried to defeat him, death found no way.
At last he was still singing,
pushing the bell to ring,
tempting the shy stars to wink.
Some people said,
“He is a guy who likes being in trouble
stirred by passion to make us grumble.
Then he cries,laughs,lingers on his own pseudo battle.”
Madness has brought the joy for all.
Happiness set him free from the usual;
although, it must die - the end
could only change his physiological body to be dull.
It’s a beautiful moment
when the easy wind blows
as if it is trying to seduce my eyes to sleep,
but I know it is unreasonable
to lose my consciousness
only for this scenic natural temptation.
Yes, it’s surely her,
breathtaking like a poetry.
Why do I dare to compare God’s gift
to unreal stuff, honest unvoiced sounds?
A question performs me dynamic dance to trace,
for it takes me into a grace.
Oh, Dear..
It’s not something worthless to say
that a sacred journey shouldn’t be delayed.
It is a poetry with its brightest ray
eating up falsehood silhouette appearance,
teaching a lesson how to articulate honestly.
2. HOW’S LIFE, POET?
How’s life, poet?
Are you still painting the world with beauty and wisdom,
helping the truth to build the luxurious palace with its great shading dome?
Take this hapilly! Come on..
The brightest Sun alone
for you haven’t gone.
How’s life, poet?
Are you still living in your sacred cave of seclusion?
Here is the flame to flash on your imagination,
and hope the world will reduce its sensual temptation.
How’s life, poet?
Thank for always sowing the seeds of truth.
3. THE LAST DECISION
I won’t be the breeder
for my physiological body as the basic former
creating a simple gate for my embryo to enter.
Let me try to resist
so I can exist
even I’m the last guy in the list.
Is it a problem for you?
Whenever I’m in my full energy looking for something new,
for the sake of Heaven or Hell I dare to pass all through.
4. INTELLECTUAL MADNESS
He just laid motionless;
A stranger in a bizarre behavior was loveless.
Indeed that death has brought him away
seemed to feel hopeless.
If it tried to defeat him, death found no way.
At last he was still singing,
pushing the bell to ring,
tempting the shy stars to wink.
Some people said,
“He is a guy who likes being in trouble
stirred by passion to make us grumble.
Then he cries,laughs,lingers on his own pseudo battle.”
Madness has brought the joy for all.
Happiness set him free from the usual;
although, it must die - the end
could only change his physiological body to be dull.