Saturday, November 28, 2015

A Safe Region



In second sight will be blind
Wandering around a circle,
In shallow moment thy self will glide
Landing at the ground of cycle,
In flinch of time nirvana will find
Fold with lots of miraculous oracle.

Thy self will emerge at the ground
Stepping in into softly verdant land,
Thy self will slowly stride in round
Witnessing the wonder in hand,
Thy self will search far beyond
Face a realm of beauty of a dreamland.

A region where purity live
Cleans thy soul of sin,
A region where kindness dive
Clearing thy soul to adjoin,
A region where unites in jive
Clash thy pure souls in sole vein.

...

Jr.

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Saturday, November 21, 2015

Pandora's World



^_^

There are too many words to say
But it is too hard to relay,
Like a song without a rhyme.

* * *

There are lots of things happening
Unexpected but keeps bringing,
Like a typhoon that comes and go.

- - -

As life continues to journey
Obstacles getting tougher and harshly,
Like a wave that is getting stronger.

" _ "

As time comes flowing fast in silence
Chances going too fast in long distance,
Like a wind that passes without trace.

< - >

In this world that full of adventure
Time is not enough to venture more,
Like a glass hour running out of sand.

> . <

In this world of living that so known
Still lots of things left unknown,
Like a Pandora's Box that puzzles it all.

(...)

Jr.

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Saturday, November 07, 2015

Contagious

... ... - - - ... ...

No wonder I was stock into same place
Same things that was already pass through,
Stays at one thought that hard to replace
That makes things be tough and rough.

It is like an illness that is never ending
Slowly but surely crawling deeply,
Like a plague that moves too fast spreading
That ruins the soul too rapidly.

Living nothing but aching pain
Causing oneself slowly dying,
Although it never felt in vein
It is still causing rapid panting.

An aching breathless memories lingers
A never ending loss of hope,
A contagious cycle of pain that flingers
That fades away light to grope.

... ... - - - ... ... ...

Jr.


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