Saturday, December 27, 2008

whiteness

for Marco


20

200
2000
20000
endless height
top of hills
fierce sun turns pure blue blood white
merges with tears and sweats

naked hand naked body naked heart naked white

i almost touch

the burning planet
heart stops
chest burns

off my hand

i can't climb

freefall further
loose legs loose hands
eyes, ears, flesh and blood ... out of my body

down

down there
no follow me
untouchable deepness

light performs meaningless

love you i can't
sleep well white sheep
kiss you i dream
unforgettable whiteness


Saturday, November 22, 2008

oxford art dictionary

http://www.enotes.com/oxford-art-encyclopedia/gogh-vincent-van

Friday, November 21, 2008

cape no.7

do you
ever
find love

have you
ever
tasted the pain

dear teacher
many years you have been lived with someone
with someone else in your heart

love is far so close
life builds on regret

fluttering in the stomach
tightness in the chest
the same restlessness, the same yawning, soundless
cos you could let no one know
a warm family overlapping loneliness heart

80 years
with the cruelest marine tears behind your
7 letters
7 grief sketch

your unfaithfulness is the most faithfulness response
you are true to love
her or
her

80 years, here and now
a deceitfulness create the impulse
to find the owner of love
returning the grieving letter to her

does
cheating creates love
or
the continuous of love depends on kindliest cheating

should i hold or should i go
how many times have you asked in your life

so boooooooooring

copy and paste, copy and paste and copy and paste
c
o
p
y a web
c
o
p
y a blog
c
o
p
y a poem
c
o
p
y a lot
c
o
p
y a cat
c
o
p
y a love
copy a copied copy for what

dripping brain soon die
the last breath
deep one
my love
copy your life

author credit: the above is 100% copy from my brain

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden fruit I & II Emily Dickinson

I
Forbidden fruit a flavour Has
That lawful orchards mocks;
How luscious lies the pea within
The pod that duty locks!

II
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That ‘heaven’ is, to me.

The colour on the cruising cloud
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind—
There paradise is found!