Lunar Chant

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

She had dreams.

She had painted the meadows blue

She had tinted the ocean green

But she didn't realize there was more than switching hue

But sure, she had dreams.

...

She thought she had dreamt.

She could've whisked through pink fields

She could've floated in apricot sea

Although it wasn't quite an attempt,

Oh, she had dreamt.

...

There could be a wilder sphere

But she kept moving in a direct current

Glee is spread other than here

But she's still stuck in the current

Keeps dreaming, but oh, has she learnt?

...

She continues dancing with feet buried in dirt

What a fool,

Choosing to wander in a bare desert.

Sand Dunes

1/14/2015 11:23:00 PM

Sand Dunes

Poetry

Sunday, March 23, 2014

The sounds, the movements.. they surround me
At first they dance, ungracefully.
Then, before I could process an image,
I feel flashes, bright flashes strike my eyes
These individuals are needles trying to prick me
They leave me dazed as they present their show around me
Funny how I take up much horror as they glide peacefully
My head orders to grin, but I feel the face scrimage
With hate and doubt, how will good rise?

The sky, the ground.. nothing in between
All I see is the flashing
All I feel is myself and the sharp touches
Well how nice, at least I can feel myself.

All I do is wait here.
I wait.
I mute myself.
My mind wanders off to to pick up an amusing finding.
My lips start to follow orders.
Oh. I think I'm staying.
Rather would I.
Here. In Dream.

Traum

3/23/2014 01:32:00 AM

Traum

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

I know I haven't written much. I've realized I haven't typed a single word this past year. So I thought I could get a use of my mind, recalling highlights of 2013. I honestly thought nothing much had happened last year. It wasn't much of a roller coaster ride as 2012 was. The way I see it now, it wasn't so bad. Radically, everything was in its place, I just had to figure out the right time with the right steps in keeping them together. Anyway, trying to sum up the steady year I've had, I noticed its own ride. It may not be a coaster or a log flume ride nor a boring carousel, but it could be a somewhat enjoyable ferris wheel, with a great view and great company. So here are some of those great views:

The little difference 2013 had to offer was how most of the obstacles came out around the end. Unlike the years before where there were so many things to bump into throughout the year, the year just had to give a punch through the last 3 months, letting it set up an incredible ending. When I say incredible, I do mean full of gratitude.

I've learned how happy love could me feel, how necessary perseverance is, and how achievements wouldn't seem so great without knowing how to struggle. I've received sincere helping hands, which mostly came from people I least expect. The thought tickles me, daring me to smile. Thank you. I hope this kaleidoscopic tones of grey could make up for my shameful hiatus over the year.

I am considering on making a thoughtful list of resolution, but I'd like for it to be written in another way. But hey, I'll tell you one; write more. Well then, bring it, 2014!

The 12 in 13

1/01/2014 11:50:00 PM

The 12 in 13

Ideation Periodic

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Sometimes I wonder why people don't have a god. I mean, it's obviously a choice. But I just wonder how it feels like not having a strong belief, that feeling to grip onto when you get lost.

I'm not saying I'm as religious as it may seem. I'm not. I might sin more than I think I do. Some would say why should you believe in one, if you don't even treat your god the way you're supposed to? When you only run or use Him if you need to. That is one point. But knowing there's always something to keep, isn't that comforting? I'm not giving any judgment or fault. I'm just wondering. I would like to know how it feels like. You keep losing things in the human world. Even faith for each other. Maybe one thing you can try to hold on to for chances of help is faith to the Unseen. Maybe, just maybe. Well as it is for me, I don't usually receive help in the form of a helping hand. I see them more as the presence of supposedly little inconspicuous things showing up to tell me to be a tiny bit more grateful. Because the feeling of content, makes me feel better. Smiling, is a gifted gift, I say. And that, is the state I'm in.