nature – Portrait of Em.

spring-blossom

blooming blossom in the blurry night

drawing my mind from my mere sight:

pink and yellow and violet and red

on the greyly shaded grassy bed,

spring has come to the year

where no plan is planned ahead.

Written on 6 April 2015.

of-vegetables

A time saver
The life’s savior
For those who waste time
Waste the best of life
Piece by piece
Hands release
Live in the moment
Alone with ease.

Written on 24 January 2015
An observation at the neighbourhood of Lok Fu, Hong Kong

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

cafe-life

breeze amid the stagnant air
blowing through the floating hair
lightly slip by the ringing ear

pop

for life is too soon to be captured
too fast to hold
and too heavy to bear

when the days and nights are filled with nothing
but sheer despair.

Written on 21 Oct 2014.

romance

blue sky,
braking cars,
still air,
cool water,
hot summer;
welcome autumn,
silent office,

all but one
is drown in the work.

Written on 26 August 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.

promise

hi rainbow, dear rainbow,
do you know
how long have i been missing you and
how long have we been longing for you?

they say you are a promise
from god,
are you?

anyways, thank you for coming
over to our world of pity
and false hope
and small dreams,
to my day
to refresh my mind and
to brighten up my globe.

thank you, dear rainbow,
all the best to you —
the mark for a happy day and
the signature of a brave new world.

Written on 24 May 2014,
at West Kowloon Promenade.

conversation

In response to Octavio Paz’s “A Tree within”.

no i cannot,
i think i cannot,
and i found i cannot.

blind eyes,
deaf ears,

for the world has long become ignorant and arrogant
and the fire of passion
is put off —
dim and dark
and the blood is stagnant
and cold and bold and dead

for the gap between us
is too far to be skipped

the tree within is a tree within,
without branches to touch and to stay in touch with
without being noticed

come closer, can you hear mine?

no you cannot.

Written on 24 Jul 2014.

sight-of-spring

quiet leaves falling
like snowflakes
like raindrops
like feathers
unstrung, untangled, unrestricted.

lifeless living branch
stagnant moving trench
trough.

Written on 28 April 2014.

things

things come in clusters,
worse things in pairs,
at least:

friends, family, self,
confusion, emotions, tensions,
pressure, pleasure, measures —

the way of the world,
the rule of sequences.

clustered, crumbled, crushed, clashed.

Written on 16 April 2014.