The way we speak to each other
is like the way we speak to life
I don’t know how that comes across another
with everything bottled inside
sometimes life feels like a danger
to what’s already been a future
whether this is making sense or not
is nothing i can come to conscious of
what it is is just a flow of words
completely from the head to the fingers
like electricity strikes
and they type out what I put together
in different forms of letters
maybe it should be seen like pictures
or maybe in patterns of colours
when hallucination is over
I read it all again
and that’s when I stop typing
because everything makes no sense


Watching the sun light
falls on the surface of the cup
growing intensely
until it almost blinds the retina of my eye
And few seconds later
the glowing form slowly dies away
and then
with 5 or 6 second intervals
it happens all over again
shifting from the cup to my forearm
I can feel the heat
warming up the surface of my skin
from the elbow to the tips of my fingers
bringing lightness to the heart
rejuvenating the source of a living
like the roots of a tree 

Breathe a little

Take me somewhere
To breathe a little
The air in this city
Suffocates me in different angle
Politics, news, businesses, competitions,
Rats racing round the clock
All people care about are market and stocks
Chinese New Year approaching
Workers are still working
Help to stock up for celebrating
Piles of raspberries fell onto the floor
yet the crowd around sees nothing at all
and all they do was stare and kept walking
What a pity
In this society
Where is the love
Simply for one another
the time of attention you give
just to each other
Is that a world of an ideal
Or could that be something real?

Breathe a little
I need some air
Just so I can breathe a little

I wonder...

how far you could go
with things we have no control
was it something that you want to test
or was it something that you want to have
The feelings don’t lie
with whatever that’s happening inside
love is the only thing that’s true
through the eyes that people see through

Pillow Talk

You and I,
side by side,
or is it just me, imagining
having you there at my right?
You, came into my dreams,
speaking a language of poetry
that I couldn’t quite figure  
exactly what it means.
Though leaving traces
of binary codes,
in the morning for me to solve.
Zero one zero one zero zero one one,
I dare not to,
touch whatever you left behind,
for this is the only way,
to converse with you and your mind. 

“Stay.” you wrote.
Did I get it right? 
Or was it just what I want you to write?


Goodnight my sweetheart. 
The bird says to the toad. 
The moon came looking,
for the cloud of dreams,
who rains on houses,
while those who are asleep. 
Monet was it,
Or Van Gough who whispered,
lost in words,
instead they painted their ode,
to the ones who wander,
within a different interstellar. 


The only sensation I can feel of the now.
I open my hand. Resting upon
the air that’s breathing around.
Lingering of the breeze
running through my fingers, whispering to me,

“Come, join in with the light.
Let’s dance together.”

Trying to love.

Trying to love
Every part of my broken pieces
How they stitch together
To become the me I am born right here
The little thing
That I can’t let go of
Are really the very gems
Of my fingerprints
Tell me,
How to love,
Love with all my heart and soul,
With all these imperfections,
I carry around,
Just so I can speak
From the bottom of my heart. 


A little bird sings:
I see through my eyes,
the way you suffered in life,
but only will you know,
the fear you have inside,
will all be gone, once
death come by your side.

Listen closely,
and surrender to my voice,
for this song I sing,
I sing only for you.
One day I hope,
you'll open your wings,
to join the wind, and vivaciously fly. 


I shine for you all day long,
yet you don’t see me,
until darkness comes along.

When the sun comes up,
all things are bright and beautiful.
For you see flowers sunbathing,
and water crashing to the shores.
Yet you don’t see me,
even though I am still there singing my song.

Soon night comes,
everything turns sightless.
And I am still shinning for you,
to guide you with my brightness.

When the night ends,
you will forget me again,
until darkness come next time,
then maybe you’ll think of me, my friend.
No matter what I’ll still shine for you,
for as long as it is,
because I am what I am.