Release my soul,
While murder most foul;
My blood has spilled
on the wall, dark and dull:
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves”
My death is nothing but
But the motif of i am beloved.
Release my mind
and keep me blind,
Leave me alone in the paradise
dark and dull.
Written on 13 January 2015
on linkedin group “Poetry and Literature”: A Poetry game
like a picture in the sky
where i used to fly
when the clouds are hanging
and the stars shining
and the wind blowing
and the trees clapping
and the children screaming
and the crowd marching
and the sun burning high,
i used to ask “why”.
Written on 14 September 2014.
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living in hong kong
is like an ant in the tong —
nothing seems wrong
nowhere to belong.
ages bygone
forcing one to work on,
life is no way to be withdrawn,
the blackened white swan.
From now and then
we cannot stop thinking when
we can stop being manipulated by men,
work and eat and sleep and time and again.
Written on 11 September 2014.
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Portrait of Em. 