hongkong – Page 2 – Portrait of Em.

the-test

No game
Do chem
For that mere test you have
Once in a lifetime
Brings you to an eternal rest
Or restless life as you may say
But one is not
And never to escape

All the best

Written on 24 January 2015
For roger my brother

Smiling face on the upper deck
Teasing at the race of rats
Women with wrinkles and folds in the hands
Ignorant child loses mind in shipwreck
Wandering young man knows nothing ahead
Here it goes:
Smiling face on the upper deck
Of the best bed in world
The Eden the common the underworld’s summon;
The smiley face of Luna disguise
In the mask of clouds on the upper deck.

Written on 24 January 2015
An observation on the moon

sunday

A Sunday afternoon

All I want on a Sunday
Is merely a refreshing date
Great coffee mild breeze childhood snacks
A moment of joy without the burdening sack
Bright sun white clouds and the very blue-blue sky
The feeling of rest is never to die.

Written on 18 January 2015

story-of-romance

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

inside-the-station

Just now at the station
I saw an old man
Chasing a younger woman
The woman just stared at him
With anger in her eyes
and asked him not to follow
“I’m your father”
“Who the hell are you”
Then the old man went away
And then turned back and ran to her
With his half-disabled leg

He pretended he was not following
Until the woman walked into the gate
And he ran through the machine at his maximum speed
With his half-disabled leg
And stalking at her back
And asked her to come back
But she will not
And never will she.

Written on 3 January 2015
An observation of the neighbourhood culture at the newly opened HKU station

the-sunset

the sunset at the college
always reminds me of the
happy carefree days

when we are all nineteen
and here we met
we play and craze
and skipped the lessons
we talk of the dreams
we think nonsense
we feel youth

the sunset
the sunset!

always perfectly warm and bright beam
disguising as an eternal moment.

Written on 25 November 2014
At HKBU, during the sunset

a-return

a return
from the hell of fire
from the heart of darkness
from the cave of silence
from the sea of despair

a place with hope and light
sometimes a heavy shower
or maybe a sip of breeze
or with the burning sun
and always twenty one

for decades or so
it is always twenty one
the mercy the play the craze the youth the fun

stupidity and innocence
where we believe we are old enough for choices and chances
shameless and fearless

a place of memory
a spot in the memory
a return

that can never ever return

Written on 25 November 2014
At HKBU — a place of memory after 3 years of studying

nightmare-on-and-on

every day and night
is hopelessly filled with flight
and nightmare silent air whitening hair dropping tears
contribute to the darkness in the room of despair that cannot bear

but who does care
for who is sewing every single thread
onto the cloth of bloody red
and what is not fair left unfair

Written on 28 October 2014

rain

naughty little rain drops
falling, popping like an army of frogs
quick and secret and feared and stuck
in the absence of hope and luck

tears of the midnight sky
mourning for the little bird that could not fly
feeling lost and confused and lonely and sad
the magic spell is left unsaid.

Written on 15 October 2014.

little-bunny-asleep

sweet sleep, long night, silent air —
a little bunny curled around the soft blanket
a tiny treat, dreaming sweet
nothing can compare with the warmth of the feet

good night, sweet dreams.

Written on 5 november 2014.