Je stoel staat er nog,
alsof je elk moment terugkomt.
De stilte draagt je naam,
fluistert in kamers
waar je niet meer bent.
Tijd schuift voorbij,
maar jij blijft
tussen ademhalingen
......
My neighborhood is flanked by terraced iron mountains
Dark clouds seemed to surround him
The river water is also murky black
They say they are victims of urbanization
A city that always beats 24 hours a day
Its activities have been bound in a labyrinth
Modernity displays the face of emptiness
I, who live there, find it very, very difficult to meet and chat with honesty
......
They are born with extra-ordinary senses,
Know everything of life before birth;
Righteousness is the only purpose to them
And it makes them rush.
Where knowledges is empty searching in earth
That all wisdoms fell to be under feet,
And life can be filled with other things or ways;
So somehow emptiness enlarges their hands,
Clawed to kill these,
May tame them to feel good inside them.
......
I feel so alone
It feels exhilarating
This loneliness
Just thinking about
Nothing
Drifting
Falling
Oh…
Drowning
......
Felt like the ghost in the world of paper dolls,
More even like the ghost in my own machine,
I was the ghost running through time and space,
And the world became a noise, a distraction to be in.
People being the fragment of fire, barely a cinder,
It never mattered because I was the gasoline,
Soul was silent, chill in my blood,
Coldness bringing the synapses of my brain to a stand still.
......
Je stoel staat er nog,
alsof je elk moment terugkomt.
De stilte draagt je naam,
fluistert in kamers
waar je niet meer bent.
Tijd schuift voorbij,
maar jij blijft
tussen ademhalingen
......
haiku 12 : crescendo
beloved adorn
skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure
horn hails emptiness
hiku
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b e LOVE d
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A nerdy scholar spews his blather,
And fools believe his hollow talk.
He twists life’s essence, tears and shatters,
Defiling nature as he walks.
But Spirit rules—its light is fleeting,
Erased wherever lies take hold.
Deceit’s a chain, so tight, deceiving—
Believe the nonsense—lose your soul.
......
I feel so alone
It feels exhilarating
This loneliness
Just thinking about
Nothing
Drifting
Falling
Oh…
Drowning
......
Every morning and every night,
every time I look at that metal glass,
I see myself- slouched forward,
strained arms and tensed eyes.
Every walk gets harder, every step gets more tiring,
there is no drop of water,
that can quench the thirst of my throat,
quell the drought of in my bones.
Overwhelmed- yes I am,
over thinking- I always am,
......