Beauty or Insanity
Imagine the world is a big bowl of energy,
Imagine the god is a craving life tree.
It’s everywhere so just do me a favour and feel it with me.
Puppets on the string is the power of fate,
it gives the power to build hierarchy to dominate,
Yet the demon is also dancing with it,
Keeps asking if there are souls would like to sell themselves to him.
To break the hierarchy,
it is a mischievous game,
A reproach in the shadow,whispering.
In the end of the funnel,
It’s just another brick in the wall,
Another step to nowhere,
Another momentum to exert out nothing.
Whereas, the conceit is also consequential,
Bullets of ideas widespread and remain invisible,
The precious anarchy no longer exists in the fading fantasy,
Sarcasm, redeeming my serendipity,
Gift me the anteanna of the sagacity,
So i paint this universe of prosperity,
Where belongs the concealing utopia and all the souls of hermits.
Yet, my friend, maybe we are just dancing with the insanity.
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The sun and gun
Tire swing is where i lcate.
Staggered along all these years, saved those i could save.
Untill body and lesions are both swallowed by the idea called ‘hippie’.
I hope i could hide under your roof, even it is not for eternity,
Because i stray and stagger and see,
Darker circle is what escapsim can only create.
So i try to paint a future with my brushes and cheese cake
With bright colours and the sun, o’ smiley face.
Whereas, the colour for the sun is missing,
You are missing.
You probably never belonged to this painting,
Yet how i wish you could join me.
I don’t really care for what you think of me,
Because i know, i’m an ugly goddamn hippie.
But i will always bring you flowers even when the gun is pointing at me.
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If i stop wishing for myself
If i stop wishing for myself,
All problems are solved.
Because i am living in the reincarnation,
Because i’ll be detached and solid.
In the tunnel of life in darkness,
We all have strayed too far from our nature in gradation.
Enchating nature of innocence,
More captivating than anything from the expecting payment.
Irrevocable journey of life brings us encounters
To the opportunity and dressed up lovers,
So you dedicate your life and heart
Because you want success and love,
O’ you realistic dreamer!
Craving for those are unrealistic, you are doomed to have lesions.
My love my darling, just love it,
Love without wishing for yourself,
Write for the joy not the publication.
I love you not for your sympathy or acceptance so i can reciece warmness,
I love you because i wish to exert out reincarnation.
If i stop wishing for myself,
All problems are solved.
