Ding dung! The electronic chime says that
My time has come. I look at the ticket
On my hand, it says 1045.
How long have I been snoozing
Around the couch, counting the numbers?
I am sure not gonna miss this.
If you are passing today,
Among all the places you hold dear,
Where would you haunt?
Thrown Upon a Dunghill
Saturday, 10 August 2013
Saturday, 2 February 2013
Vigil
I think the mosquitoes found here
Were merely domestic. It's already
A jungle in here. Please, you know?
I wouldn't do anything different too!
I wouldn't want to continue this either.
I am at debts, to you at all
–written with a cheap funeral packaged ballpen.
We finished the requiem. And
Last Goodbye by the Kills,
And Keane's strangeland, together.
Despite everything I love my brothers!
I was supposed to buy a keyboard,
To come back and challenge you,
I'm just a tad bit late.
Were merely domestic. It's already
A jungle in here. Please, you know?
I wouldn't do anything different too!
I wouldn't want to continue this either.
I am at debts, to you at all
–written with a cheap funeral packaged ballpen.
We finished the requiem. And
Last Goodbye by the Kills,
And Keane's strangeland, together.
Despite everything I love my brothers!
I was supposed to buy a keyboard,
To come back and challenge you,
I'm just a tad bit late.
Sunday, 27 March 2011
Network Socialiking
I think I am half dead,
If I lie down
The sun set on my head.
If I lie down
The plants grow on my skin.
To think of so many thing
Like- Oh no! I am not a socialist-
and forgotten the word.
You'll wait for me to be king
And I'll come back,
Come back to chat with you.
Album In A Day volume 2 - Various Artist
Track: Echo & Narcissus
If I lie down
The sun set on my head.
If I lie down
The plants grow on my skin.
To think of so many thing
Like- Oh no! I am not a socialist-
and forgotten the word.
You'll wait for me to be king
And I'll come back,
Come back to chat with you.
current listening:
Album In A Day volume 2 - Various Artist
Track: Echo & Narcissus
Friday, 17 September 2010
Bored
It's not raining, indeed.
the buzz was someone's car
Coming back home late like the comic;
He had never prepared to bring a whore.
It's only 1:23 a.m.
It's not a good place actually.
3 minutes, really?
I even started to suspect
Is the thing even moving?
Without hands manned the machines and stuffs,
Without a single person,
Is my internet going to work?
What am I keep loading
the smell of apocalypse.
Without a single person is here tonight,
What is the livecam going to show?
Here is some blind advice—
We are no bugs,
We have eight legs.
But your insecticide was trying to kill.
Please sanitize the whole place,
We might need a mass funeral
For a greater good.
Look for big opened area
And keep jumping.
—Says our local hero.
Let's give us some hopes.
Neptune - The Duke Spirit
Track: 007
the buzz was someone's car
Coming back home late like the comic;
He had never prepared to bring a whore.
It's only 1:23 a.m.
It's not a good place actually.
3 minutes, really?
I even started to suspect
Is the thing even moving?
Without hands manned the machines and stuffs,
Without a single person,
Is my internet going to work?
What am I keep loading
the smell of apocalypse.
Without a single person is here tonight,
What is the livecam going to show?
Here is some blind advice—
We are no bugs,
We have eight legs.
But your insecticide was trying to kill.
Please sanitize the whole place,
We might need a mass funeral
For a greater good.
Look for big opened area
And keep jumping.
—Says our local hero.
Let's give us some hopes.
current listening:
Neptune - The Duke Spirit
Track: 007
Monday, 2 August 2010
Dilly-dally
I am building a great wall like China
With entirely rubbish like beer cans.
Hey don't, don't be alone!
It's only quarter hour to tomorrow.
Is my body emitting smokes
To make a cough like yours?
I used to pen these sounds,
When words trapped in my mouth.
It's not a party to shout about
Hearing the click of the cap;
It is all the time you loaned
For all the talks of commissions,
And children's mouths to mend.
I don't know which one would erode,
Maybe I shall halt.
Let's sync before we sleep.
Fathom - Foxtail Somersault
Track: A Love Song Part 1
With entirely rubbish like beer cans.
Hey don't, don't be alone!
It's only quarter hour to tomorrow.
Is my body emitting smokes
To make a cough like yours?
I used to pen these sounds,
When words trapped in my mouth.
It's not a party to shout about
Hearing the click of the cap;
It is all the time you loaned
For all the talks of commissions,
And children's mouths to mend.
I don't know which one would erode,
Maybe I shall halt.
Let's sync before we sleep.
current listening:
Fathom - Foxtail Somersault
Track: A Love Song Part 1
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Ambiguity
I was dreaming about the places
You told me delightedly
Over the distance, a smile
I am trying so hard to keep.
The tower stared at me
Shining a pair of red eye
And stand a pitiful sight
A garden where only shadows
Mimic our tête-à-tête.
It has got carried away
In a piece of sand
Where your secret was written
Get washed away by the sea.
Take refuge, and rains
Smeared the bustling lights
This vague space
blurred everyone to ghostlike
And turning into speckles.
Under the Iron Sea - Keane
Track: Hamburg Song
You told me delightedly
Over the distance, a smile
I am trying so hard to keep.
The tower stared at me
Shining a pair of red eye
And stand a pitiful sight
A garden where only shadows
Mimic our tête-à-tête.
It has got carried away
In a piece of sand
Where your secret was written
Get washed away by the sea.
Take refuge, and rains
Smeared the bustling lights
This vague space
blurred everyone to ghostlike
And turning into speckles.
current listening:
Under the Iron Sea - Keane
Track: Hamburg Song
Thursday, 4 June 2009
Beehive
Dreamt in a beehive, turned himself over
And still a beehive, his head is now too big to hide.
Came the messenger, with a loudspeaker
Handed out a parcel, inscribed with
Bold red felt marker —Thou shalt not touch!
And the meaningless sentence befell upon
He was not sorry, and so allowed the silence swell
Into a river, dividing lands and peoples.
Forgotten the pyres prepared for his own funeral
And the burning day break that promised to break the spell.
A sleep too noisy to be awake,
And a dream too absurd to be made.
How do you want me to behave?
I am turning in circles an unescapable loop.
How do you think this is possible
Echo to turn the show around Narcissus
And took over? And In the end nobody is to cry.
Battle of the Sun - Placebo
Track: The Never-Ending Why
And still a beehive, his head is now too big to hide.
Came the messenger, with a loudspeaker
Handed out a parcel, inscribed with
Bold red felt marker —Thou shalt not touch!
And the meaningless sentence befell upon
He was not sorry, and so allowed the silence swell
Into a river, dividing lands and peoples.
Forgotten the pyres prepared for his own funeral
And the burning day break that promised to break the spell.
A sleep too noisy to be awake,
And a dream too absurd to be made.
How do you want me to behave?
I am turning in circles an unescapable loop.
How do you think this is possible
Echo to turn the show around Narcissus
And took over? And In the end nobody is to cry.
current listening:
Battle of the Sun - Placebo
Track: The Never-Ending Why
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