Poems
Improvisation
This
This is the best life has to offer
Yet you start to question yourself
There must be something else
Out there reereee
Reverberations feedback on it self
Redundancy induces ultimate abandon
Should we resort to nihilism for easiness
Outlandish notes mark a diagram
In which our route is thus observed and reflected
Daily
Venus without arms
Looked down upon by the children of goldsmith
Laying on the abyss/hiatus
A plume of silk
Sitting afloat as a saviour
Dark sarcasm and sweet love
Spinning along mobius strip
Overflowing imageries turn into disgust
Youth start with the folly of admirations
End with thorough understandings
Koran
Children with the third eye are lucid dreaming
Planes are assembled while they are in flight
Always easier to write on back than on the front
Life has loops and you can break
From the back
Wick it or wreck it
Jump up after a while as zombie revival
Or flying dutchman
Only because the world is mad
Doesn’t mean you have to be the same
The world is not going to change
And so do I
Me - an earthly grown northern American califlower
Silent killer
Cocaine powder
Abel grained flour
People think I’m sliding
I might look like sliding
Or people think that way
In fact I am surfing
it’s freer without trail
the tides go up and down
I can predict the direction
Though not in detail
for macro and micro worlds have not yet united
I doubt if they need to be
it is good to have servers of different functions in networks
noblesse, pride, and supremacy ought to be buried with feudalism, imperialism, and monarchy
There are rotten people living in the world with crowns
zombies a.k.a mummies from beneath the pyramids
disguise as persons of importance
when all their actions are a mere decoration
they are criminals producing fantasies for those who are looking back at the old days
one leg in the tomb and the other struggling to survive
live in constant fluxes
and you won’t have any problems of life and death, nor money, nor love
Wanning Crescent
I
what is the safe word paranoid strikes as self-hocus in condescending pain terrible words bring worsening bleeding teeth it is my fault it has always been my fault there is no way out destructive weapons wearing comforting camouflage a spiral tunnel
II
very very dark moon is the spriggan of our planet never compromise ever stronger in solidarity we stand in transcendence we connect merge dissolve nil is soothing as we walk silently in tranquility
Hush
when you are cut off for long enough
dolphins in the ocean
could you hear their babbles from afar?
writing poems with the help of internet
because English is not my mother language
it works the same with mother tongue anyway
words you don't remember
a synonym that rhymes
floating in vacuum
a life without purpose is like a ship without a radar
Vikings navigate via the stars and their gods
I'd wish there were never such concept the deity, theology
why would there be something higher
muffle in your pride
and be happy as a mammal
you know, like a dolphin or something
Pre-History No Memory
The Zerg swarms and the protoss teleports
Attempting for balance in the midland of terrans
The shadow underlines a unpenetrable dark core
Energy waves are tangent to its edge
Thick and calm inside
Pipping hot
A scene only visible after the explosion
The long bursts of Gamma-rays contain information
Butterflies break from cocoons
Clouds carry on slowly in front of a blue sky background
The wind in autumn is red, green and blue
Passes through the retina to form elusive floaters
Fear
Is useless
Emotions
Are invented
Like a sharpened pencil
It could only break
There is no going back
How I Became A Successful ShiRen
Crispy elephants
Swimming in the pool of livers
Crushing dry leaves as they ascend from blood-filled pond
Walking down the path with grace
Hangedup
In hanging coffins
Against mountain rocks
Lying in a box on wood beams hammered onto cliffs
A leap of faith
The cliff of death
Five star
Four five-pointed star
A pentagon coffin constructed with pea-nut
Chinese characters are written in squares
Our intrinsic nature, four sides
A spy, a gangsta, a plant, a can
Throwing scalp scurf into snow flake ice line
Ice nine ice nine
Turn marshes into solid land
You ask me why i speak like an american
Cause doller doller
Great britain tattler
Come come,
Let's have some tea
I rest in power
You rest in my pea
Ward
Drum stick chicken thighs
Cheap legging keeps my tight
In the cold English weather
We saw the trains coming
Ships coming, opium coming,
Industrial revolution prompted progress only for whitemen
Racing horse or racing car
Racists taking turns executing massacre
We resist we fight
We return the intruders their etiquette and kick them out of our land
Blood flesh made brick and mortar
Break the motor let them walk
Oh grandma, i'll look after your chicken, goose and duck
When the bad guys are gone
Look after yourself and don't let them throw stones in your well
Your wallet
Your heart