The darkened moon
over the slate grey corn field
blanketed their nakedness
In a false sense of hidden pleasure
they were unaware of
the savage slayer
The golden sunrays
across the flxen corn shoots
highlighted his lifelessness
In an unexpected turn of event
the prey rebeled against
the arrogant attacker
Month: Mar 2021
#songshare – The Dock of The Bay
The Dock of the Bay – Otis Redding
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch ’em roll away again, yeah
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
‘Cause I’ve had nothin’ to live for
It look like nothin’s gonna come my way
So I’m just gon’ sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay, wastin’ time
Look like nothin’s gonna change
Everything, still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same, yes
Sittin’ here restin’ my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, listen
Two thousand miles, I roam
Just to make this dock my home
Now I’m just gon’ sit, at the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh yeah
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
Prism
he is trapped in a hexagonal prism
it’s not obvious as a hamster wheel
he thinks he is going somewhere
for it stops and starts
at the edges
he wonders
why
he is tired of going uphill
why
he feels nothing at the peak
why
his tomorrow feels just like
yesterday’s old socks
he is trapped to live his life
through the prism of
what he lacks
Lullaby
(Image by Josh Knight)
This poem was first posted on 29 November 2018
rushing rain
twirling dust
wind, the ballerina
orchestrates the masterpiece
consoles my sleepless nights
soothes me with sweet dreams
破天急雨
尘埃降下
婀娜来风
淅沥交响
昨夜辗转
今宵恬梦
City Rain
Shhh!
Morning glow
Through window panes
Pitter patter pitter patter
The city bathing in rain
Polishing dust off her glowing skin
Tiresome is the watchman captured by cloudburst
Retreating from his misty hazel orbs
Sighing for a sleepless night
Dribble bubble dribble bubble
Faint neon lights
Wake up
Halt!
听
窗外
晨曦里
淅淅沥沥
洗涤着城市
好让尘埃松軟
如望雨人的疲憊
消退满眼朦胧
叹一宿无眠
点点滴滴
夜域里
梦外
停
Opposite Genres
Reading biography and erotica
is the polar opposite.
The former
condenses a whole long life
into a bound book.
The later
inflates a five minute act
to an eight pages ramble.
You now see
why I love reading biographies
and
why I feel so ripped off
by erotica.
😁
Love
It’s ok to feel sorry for yourself.
But don’t allow youself drown in self-pity.
It’s ok to find comfort in others once in a while.
But don’t mistake it to be the only way out.
It’s ok to hate the offense others committed.
But don’t think for a while they should be hated too.
It’s ok to express anger.
But don’t let anger become your master.
Love is always the antidote.
Love saves one another.
Choosing Life
Like many things in life,
writing is a decision.
I recently came to this conclusion.
I am not a writing genius,
among many others.
The seed of writing
didn’t just grow
without labour
or care.
Sowing, nourishing, attending
before its flourish,
there has been little sign of beauty.
Many times,
I wanted to give up
and give in.
I questioned myself,
‘Is this worthwhile
if I never see the bloom?’
But,
what is the alternative?
There was this tiny seed,
how could I abort a life?
Rage
I got scared
when I saw him
smacked our cat
and kicked the neighbour’s dog.
The punishment just
didn’t fit the crime.
