Monday, July 4, 2011

To walk upon the soil once more.

Let set the ashes
from destruction once so vain.
Death to Dust
and Dust to Dirt.
~
-after all-
Who can say
that the leaves aren't red
or white
or invincibly invisible,
When greenery lies between seasons.
~
The scenery will change
from season to season.
But true life lies in the hearts
of the ever-changing green.
~
So here simmers the passion,
(small and invisible)
But Undoubtedly Invincible!
~the hearts that stepped onto the path of no return~
For once you have seen the dance of the season thickets,
to look away is blinded...









[P.S.: hi everyone once more=) been busy with school, but being here brings back memories.]




Tuesday, December 1, 2009

What have artists become

21 and a half
birds/bees/and butterflies
moving through the meadows of flowers.
Have you forgotten the nectar that awaits
sweetly between the petals.
Pink, Purple
make your pick.
Blue violets and black poppies.
Are you afraid what you seek does not lie
among this endless rainbow terrain?

The flowers will wilt
and plains will spread
to consume every rainbow that dares to live.
Have you not let them down?
Ran away upon enemy sights?
or simply
enjoying your spoils of fields out there
before all fields are consumed.

Pollen
passively
laying upon each flower,
simply waiting
To Be Let Down
...
BY YOU!!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

At last?

At last!The gates swing open and everyone rushes out to taste fresh air again.
Savouring my freedom,I step out of the walls of oppression,and wiped the soles of my shoes free of prison dust upon the first few patches of grass I could trample upon.Watching all my fellow companions soar away leaving behind the dust of their oppressed years.I watch as the once united levy of cell mates disbanded into the distant in horizontal stripes which faded into the distance.

Now all was still but the chirping of sparrows above.not many of them.But they all faded as the day grew old.and all was dark but the golden orange glow of headlamps surrounding the outer cast of the silence and emptiness of the prison walls,casting their warm glows of life on its vacant grounds now.Like a pea pod without peas now,everything was empty.

Now,many more days of freedom has passed.and now i stand outside the prison walls.Upon my room floor way back home lay a black and white shirt.Upon my shoulders here,lay a grey one.
-Stripped from the city a city man,plunged into war a soldier.
Left alive past the war has gone,
left a man lost in the city.-
Now I gaze upon the outer cast of silence.Voices and memories of my levy of cell mates,echoed through the empty walls of oppression,a language only I,out of the dead live environment,could hear.

My levy of prison mates-their voices lost forever.But yet I still see the stripes of their clothes,I can here their voices,I can feel enclosed in those empty walls...the memories left behind.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

what tree?

A single tree;
a lonely tree;
an only tree,
.
either,
upon a hill where no grass grows
or
in the center of a canyon;
impression on the land?
depression from the land?
-(Does it matter?)-
.
Widely spread,its branches breach
only through its own perspective.
Sprouting flowers,
for all its worth,
before they wilt,wither,and fade away-
.
-Never seen
(the flowers fade)
-Never witnessed
(silence said)
.
here upon unleveled land where no one goes
;
in a land where no one knows
.
the tree...

Thursday, August 27, 2009

( ):hello?

( ):(here i am)
_ _ _
( ):(i am here!?!)
_ _ _
( ): ! I AM H-
_ _ _
(system):{[The following message could not be sent]
- i am here...}
_ _ _
( ):*walks in front*" am I here?"
-silence.everything pauses-
_ _ _
_ _ _
_ _ _
( ):"hello?"hello.hello.hello.*echoes*
_ _ _
( ):"i-..."
_ _ _
_ _ _
_ _ _
(system):
you _ _
_ are _
_ _ THERE.
-silence-
_ _ _

Friday, June 19, 2009

Where have the roots gone....

The tree remains there,above the surface,unable to see its roots below the surface.Yet it is reassured its roots still exist as its uptake of water is still present.Should the water stop flowing,where may i ask the roots have gone;leaving the tree behind.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

MID-YEARS IS HERE

Hey everyone, all the best for tomorrow's Lit paper and take it easy!

I KNOW THAT ALL OF US CAN DO IT! :)