Category: Collaboration

Writing for the Soul

I have recently written this piece with Ben, whom I share similar way in writing poetry, from the concept beginning lines to the last word fine tune. Do check out his blog Benjamin Grossman

 

I savour your words on my tongue daily
Reading aloud your thoughts and feelings
As if sampling a handcrafted recipe

Words, by their prowess, bring life or death
From yours, I only taste an antidote
Each sentence a mouthful of succulent nourishment
Leafy greens of personification and aromatic spices of diction
Lines of sugar poured over smoldering pages
The flavor of an elite story

Always I crave your expression
Every fibre yearning for your art
Never stop writing
Your every scribble satiates my soul

Beyond Comprehension

A translation of Jun’s poem “未参尽的缘”

 

She is my past, present and future.
She is the incomprehensible fate of my life and death.
She is my beloved book, read and reread.
She is my root, let love grow deep into the ground.
She is my play pet in virtual world, my queen in reality.
Eventually,
I will turn to dust,
disappearing into the sea of her eyes,
grain by grain,
never give up existing.

 

未参尽的缘

她是我的曾经 今世与将来
她是我生与死未參尽的缘
她是我的一本书，掩卷后可再阅
她是我的根，让爱扎进大地
她是我虚拟世界的玩宠又是现实的女神
我终将变成尘埃，
一粒一粒迷进她的眼海，
终将不放松地存在

Romeo and Juliet

This is a poetry and painting collaboration with emerging Sydney Painter Virginia Bucknell

 

Love
demands absolute devotion

The stage
decorated with charisma and wit

Wild possession
seized by concealed undercurrent

Passion
let it downpour in crimson

Death
gravitates towards eternity

 

Oil painting ‘Love Story’ by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram

Lost Love

An interpretation of Jun’s poem

你总傻呆去想她
青春早过又几载
眼脑心才懂得爱
精神食粮却总缺
徬徨半世总无耐
落花时节更相思

You know the one
The one you once loved so tenderly
Her smile filled your daydreams

When you look back to connect the dots
Your heart leapt for her
Your mind set on ambitions
You eyes were distracted

Now time and place passed
She has long gone
You are hunger for love
You are deprived of spiritual food
You have spent half of your life in wander
Autumn leaves falling in the melancholy of missing her

We Met in the Rain

A new collaboration with Jay – The Fragrance Writer

 

When we were lonely, we met in the rain
We only stood and stared at each other
We shared comfort in misery and pain
And in the raindrops, our tears found cover

Our own silence was louder than the storm
But we found heat in the palms of our hands
You became the jacket to keep me warm
Is this love? My anxiety expands

But you only love me when you’re lonely
You only call me when you are in pain
You no longer call me like you know me
I guess this is the meaning of “betray”

Friend, there’s times and seasons for everything
For both being away and to embrace
The monsoon season gave no covering
When it subsided we both felt out of place

But every time I met your tear-filled gaze
My reflection was nowhere in hiding
My heart sank deep into a hopeless place
I prayed for our friendship never ending

 

Photo by Julius Drost on unsplash.com

Popcorn Romance

I have worked with Joey for another fun one: Jay – The Fragrance Writer

He likes me
He really likes me
He really really likes me!
All clouds in the sky is everything wonderful in paradise
His smile makes Zac Efron’s fake
His eyes are a candy store I am lost in
His humour is the centre of an amusement park
His kisses melt on my lips like pink fairy floss
He makes me feel like buttercups
And butterflies dance in my stomach
As I sip from his cup of cola.
I hope our saga never ends.

Three months bubblegum romance
Bursts forth a rich flavour
artificial sugar induced decay
Leaves exposed nerve toothache
buttercups lead to a stomach ache
Just like butterflies lead to indigestion.
Too much cola – I’m too wired to sleep.
And this tired saga needs a finale. . .

Our short lived romance is like popcorn
Never lasts to the end of the movie before they’ve gone stale
What I first craved is now just a headache.
And I’m ready to go home.
As I leave, I turn and give one last glance.
Hey, you never know when you’ll crave popcorn again.

 

photo from unsplash

Howling Temporal Reality

A collaboration with Samantha and Sonia. You may like to visit their work via Instagram:
Samantha (@wordsthatburnedpoetry)
Sonia (@theshaeira_sonia)

Howling
Winds taking
Down the guards
Off my superficial layers
Insecurities
Tearing out
Bitter longing dreams
I rise from ashes
Temporal
Instant gratification
Consoles your loneliness
In an exhilarating whirlwind
Death

Social Contemplation

A collaboration with Benjamin Grossman

In rainy March
I long for a
philosophical whisper over tea
The smell of possibility permeating
Your gaze an infusion of heaven
Barely we know where we are
Yet we know where we’re going
With some echo of curiosity
On a bed of uncertainty
I inhale your essence
Drink in your presence
Only we temper the inner warmth
Steeped in each other
Rain is threading through each whisper
Tea left unrequited and cold
In the company of drizzling rain

Hearts and Paper Aeroplane

Collaboration with Jonathan Swift Pines

Photo from http://www.unsplash.com

 

No, I’m not claiming that I always write.
When I do, my heart’s like a jar -sealed tight.
And when it pops ajar, you hear it “thump.”

No, I don’t think I always love you right.
When I do, my soul swells like puppy eyes.
When I write, I snort happily for you.

When I’m bad, I’m bad. When I’m good, I’m good.
I’d love to love you right now, if I could.
But if I’m astray, please try tomorrow.

When I’m sad, I write. When I’m loved, I write.
I’d love to store you in my sealed tight jar.
Only let out happiness than sorrow.

Sorry, love, but this is our last “goodnight.”
I’m not always honest in all I write.
So keep your happy times safe and sealed tight.
Don’t let a dreamer like me steal your heart. . .

Wordsmith Apprentices

A collaboration with Benjamin Grossman

This daily script interferes
with any royal mood
leaving abstract smiles
upon the observer’s space

Each piece reaches the other
with startling ponder
shaking up their normality
signaling the writer’s psyche
demanding a daily dose of encouragement

The bond sparked small
a distant curiosity sated by the choreography of words
a budding denial received confirmation in plain sight
an uncultivated heart given wings to ascend
an untamed mind flew over the boundary beyond the intellectual elasticity

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