Two persons life

Two persons life

i live a two person life

wrist is mine and wristband is given

head is mine, haircut is given

flesh is mine, burnt is given

blood is mine, caffein is not

 

i live a two persons life in one,

walks around with a shadow of two

sleep with the colours of two

 

life, i live two in one

look closely

closely

into the mirror

one persons with two spirits

i live a life but two

technically is one

but it is two

 

same light from the sun  

but turn into moon

and the decorations of other suns

 

i live a life

but two.

 

(note: and it is going to be three)

 

And so you say

So you say
The bitter bits of smooth skins
The sweetness of the broad chest

The world isn’t design for the existence of us
But we don’t give the world any
Shit.

Fuck them’al
We are the world

And so you say
We don’t need paper notes
No fancy glassy grand big window
Need not suit, no tie

All we need is love

And so you say
Atmosphere is everything
We design our world
The bitter bit smoothing skin
The sweetness of broad chest

The world is not design for us
And so you say

we don’t give
shit.

——-
Who are we?

Placing both of my hands
on both of my shoulders
and

So I say,
I don’t give
a damn.

Your angel

You ask me
Where are you heading ?
I smiled with sorrow
Sorrow which is invisible

I answer
To Somewhere.
Somewhere.. nearer to the cloud
Somewhere

That i can be your angel
                           stay with you
                be your guardian
          your warden
                your defender
            your watcher
For… ever

I whisper

leaving empty

Take away, take away the goods, from that room

Take away the numbers, from the watch

Spinning, Spiral away 

Hybrid of Vertical and Horizontal 

Pull string, take away 

 

Take away the building, Vacuum liked 

oozing out, 

the falling of Your hair resting on the floor

Silence. 

 

Take away, so-called spiritual and non-spiritual 

Crystal bright reflection liquid flowing down 

That filled by all the unnecessary works and studies 

 

No one give a damn. 

 

Maybe, I am Dead

Walking by the tunnels
tunnels of lights
projecting 3D images of building
stuff that We used to do

Wake up in the morning when Air is clean
Sleep in the night with no one next
When Air has been contaminated

Lung is Tar Dirt Black
Extraction for Pertroleum
Jelly

Maybe people inventing 3D technology in tunnel
Maybe We are all dead

Spine of Memory

It is a creature or as it is
one eye ball
observing every scenes
every details

The lips, The beards, The smoothing short hair
They absorb every lines and details

Sensory Receptor
His soothing body and sweet soul
My finger
lingering and licking the world
passing by
the cliff and stone
of Your hands

I remember
Wrinkles and Ruffles
Drawing the shape of the globe
Places that carry

carry…

No, please don’t go
I am loosing

Carry… Something
No, Carry someone
No…. Carry …

Someone use the Axe of the god
thumbing through the spine
Cloven the eye from reception

Into half

Ca…..rry… What was I carrying?

Into half.
Using finger, taking up the niddle
The Perfect slot for
‘Reset’

Time limping out of track
Not following trail

Cautiously moving in the niddle

Carry, I Carry Your hand in my hand and You wrap me around Your chest in the stormy rain while O/our love embarking from the cold ground up to the raining dark cloud. I felt Your heart beat and Your breathing from my chest and my ear. I took a deep breath telling myself not to…… not to forget the greatest of everything and You hold my hand and TOLD ME!……

It is just 0.3mm depth of the slot
The Needle presses down.

Death sentence for the spine
of the Memory.

My closest friend

Time
I begged for Your reminder
of Your figure
mostly vague
=The god behind cloud

Time
Please remind me of
soul and self
when everyone’s shatters

The Clock Tower decomposing
Are You dying?

Should I celebrate or ?

Time, I begged Your Reminder
For
The fragile soul&self