Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Love . Life
My life is a mess
I haven't met anyone special
The community is full of lies and camouflage
I can't get through the masks
Depression is well under my way
The spark of suicide can be seen inside my brain
Artists and poets always have short life
I am a programmer in the real world
But a poet in my own soul realm
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Same Old
Every morning I wake up the same
Waiting for that miracle
And get transformed
In a better way
I want to find that magic word
To start my day
But it often becomes a boundary
For what I want to say
Sunday, December 05, 2004
I Am Freed
Like a horse
Running on a vast savana
He will never turn back
He will keep on running ahead
Ocassionally he would stop and take a rest
He thought the journey has ended
But when he lifts his head
He sees the road ahead
Ocasionally he would run and cry
But he knew he would have to try
Because he is destined to run
Until he dies
Friday, December 03, 2004
Sun Babe
From Faye Wong
I said
The sunlight will vanish
You said
You wouldn't regret
The sun was really gone like usual
You look more down than I thought
I was wrong
I hope the moon will bring you consolation
But you said
You don't want this kind of glory
Vision
Future is unpredictable
What I own is my past
It's the only thing I'm proud of
My glory days were all written in my past
I can't see my future
Because life is short
Time is running out soon
Like an hour glass running out of sand
Like the last moment of sunset
when darkness swallows everything
Past and future
They don't matter anymore
Because you are still here now
As a God-created figure
Past will be your guidance
into the unpredictable future
