feeling – Page 2 – Portrait of Em.

emotion-leakage

for all the screams and pains and tears
that are leaking out
from my secret hide-out:

the silent scream
the dark out beam
and the melted ice-cream
in the childhood dream

creeping from the still air
emerging from the iced wter

say good bye
and farewell
for those are what to be sacrificed
in a life in the hell

Written on 24 September 2014.

silent-opinions

when the world looks grey
and yourself playing a prey
no matter how hard you pray
the sighs are what that paid

and when the life becomes dull
and as empty as your skull
and waiting to be culled
life is a thing you cannot live without

the beam of hope hides
beneath the eyes of the spies
mourning for the brain of the wise
in front of the darkening sky

Written on 17 October 2014

tears-and-tear-gas

Tears from the sky
Tears of the spies
Tears of the poisonous gas come amid the crowd of pride

Who can differentiate white from black and
Tell of what is right from wrong and
what is Correct and what is not

Be drunk
Be drunk with tears
Be drunk with anger
Be drunk with fear and terror and the shallow warrior

So now the game is over
Turn your back to the withered clover.

Written on 9 October 2014
Inspirations from the Umbrella Revolution in Hong Kong: What is democracy?

Save-us

To be or not to be
That is the question
All that we yell or request or want
Is but the dream to be free

Some are far too childish
And some are bit too coward
But we are not rubbish
For you to bully and push us forward

Our city is dead
And the news is to be spread
Democracy is dead
And the news is left unread

Save us
Save our city
Save our democracy
Save our Hong Kong

Which is killed and buried and sad

Written on 28 September
When history repeats itself
When Tiananmen massacre re-happens

of-work-of-adulthood

for all the screams
and pains and tears
that leak out
from the secret hide-out

the silent scream
and the dark-out beam
and the melting ice-cream
of the childhood dream

say good-bye
and farewell
for that is what to be sacrificed
in a life in hell

Written on 24 September 2014

castle-in-the-air

image from Internet

The castle in the air
means more than you can bear:
If what you can do is what you declare
And what you can think is brighter than a flare…

The world is nothing but a nightmare.

Written on 15 September 2014.

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.

utopia-?

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.

when-love-is-true-it-waits

when love is true it waits,
when love is fake it waits,
when love is going on it waits,
when love is over he waits.

love spends its whole life waiting for the lover to love back
but when the lover has come there is no way to track.

love loves to love love,
love needs love to love,
love cannot help with love,
love loves what love loves.

Written on 5 September 2014.

life-in-hongkong

we are born
and grow
and go to school
where we learn to grow
into whom we are
whom we are wished and longed and hoped and prayed
to be;

we grow
into the person
the human-being who has no i:

forced to learn
a whole series of
sports and musiques and languages and arts
and trained to be an obedient quiet nice and kind little kid;

and when the day comes when we are forced to transform and turn
and grow and change into an adult-like being —

rubbish life
earning for life but not living
emptiness in memories of childhood
of fun and habits

and… it is always already too late.

Written on 1 August 2014.

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