And here comes the loneliness

Somehow loneliness has circled its way back
again; back to the old start,
back to the old end,
weaving a chain of interlocking causality.

Thought it had melt into the daunting past,
vanished off the existing memory
and left days good as prayed;
but never seemed to realize.

Secretly the sense of strangeness steals in
bit by bit; forming cracks on the outershell,
and pulling down all defenses,
in the wait, to overthrow the core once more.

This stale state of bareness lasts
days and days; washes out all the colours into
grey, the new colour of the world,
and abandon the others in the lost memory.

And all that has left is the willingness to accept it,
letting pieces of everything fades away,
in the last hope of being granted
a return of the long-awaited dawn.


inspiration: few days of loneliness, a runaway bus trip and too many cups of milk

credit: David bellemere, Sebastian Faena, chat noir on 1x.com, numero fr,

More.

Wonder since when, asking for more had become
the new cult; spreading to all the possibles
without a trace and, corrupted them with more
till everyone turned into a host.

Unstoppable. The spreading had long gone beyond
the stop, more and more were in;
at a rate exceeding the growth of lawn
after the first rain in spring.

Pointless of glancing back now, the deadly claw
has already sprawled into minds,
and spread roots down to the core;
paving for the big final.

Could be soon, could be never,
for the coming of the final judgement day;
yet, the tale of truth reads - the later its arrival,
the more will be undone.

Inspiration: the ever-growing desire well of people.


credits: David Bellemere

Amongst circles

Circle encircles another circle,
one after one,
in the most perfect uniformized pattern;
intimately positioned and, distant.

Ought to be indifferent;
come in kindred roots and spirits,
endowed with akin features,
and touched, by the same mother's hand.

Resemblance inherents within, merely
spreads them all over, and,
swims towards each direction,
without a core, a heart.

Hearts remain, inside each circle;
the only core for each,
the one that matters,
happy are those who hide inside.

Tougher and choppier along the trail;
not a pause for seekers,
to climb up, to set in,
to bridge amongst walls.

Topped up with sickly sweet lies,
soft prickles along the edges;
perhaps, gives birth to a new core:
resting in twilight.



in response to the Copenhagen Climate Conference and human relationships at present

Centre of nowhere

Station to station,
moving through subway in the tube;
no destination in mind, yet,
lost the initiative of outing, nowhere.

Walking out from an anonymous exit,
out to the main street;
collide with jammed crowd,
swirling into a chaotic circle.

Foot moves, following the general flow,
push directions all around;
to the mysterious East, to the curious West,
up to arid North, down to fiery South.

Illusion takes in,
compiles faces in a kaleidoscope,
revovles, splintering into million pieces,
merges into one.

Noise of the traffic circulates speedily,
whirls till a hurricane emerges,
draws in numerous
formless and shapeless circus.

Now, standing in the eye of hurricane,
stillness overwhelms,
slowly absorb into cycles of jumble,
swallowed, into whole.

Carries away to nowhere,
nowhere.


P.S I apologize for my lack of posting in the past two weeks, feeling a bit uninspired lately and I am sort of getting back on track now :)

Breathe

In.
Out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.

Every waking moment,
breathe,
breathe.

Every resting moment,
breathe,
breathe.


Kiss goodbye to
endless searchings and wonderings;
let breathing and feeling in
once more.

Take a moment,
inhale and exhale;
breathe in life,
and feel alive.

As long as you are living,
keep breathing.
In.
Out.

Breathe.

You and me

There are six billion of others,
five big oceans,
four seaons,
three miles of distance,
and two of us.

World is big,
capacity is small;
only for two,
you and me.

Visions diminish,
diminishing till it allows to see one;
the only one.

Smelling turns monotonus,
for there's solely flowers
and your skin.

Hearing becomes dry,
only laughters and our merry voices;
nothing more.

Senses slowly lose its memory,
your touch is the only
remains untouched.

Taste rejects other flavour,
savouring wholly the sweet words
from you.


There are six billion of others,
five big oceans,
four seaons,
three miles of distance,
two of us,
and only one love.

Call me tonight

Before you call,
I wait in the hall.
Wishing you are going to call
soon.

When you call,
you are all.
Wishing your voice are going to flow
forever.

After you call,
I fall.
Wishing you are going to call me
again.

Baby please call,
forget the invisible wall.
Wishing you are going to call me.

Wishing you are going to call me tonight.

inspiration: it's actually my own thought there. :)