It' s been a while~

Honestly, I don't feel like to. What a disgrace that I put into this blog. I'll be back bloggie. I'll promise you. As soon as I recover and emerged with my old self~

KARMA

Walk along the shore: I've been
Stiff as cheap rug, freeze eaten my neck
Drift my Hawaiian toga in the air

Shelter in this world: Agony
Tickle my heart by love: History
Sour, bitter, sweet, I drink from bottle

I live in fairytale, once-
Pour poison thru my vein as wine,
Even Death fear to whisper.

I not Guru
My bare foot ashen, I couldn't.
I justify the constellation, Zeus furious.

Not Christ either.
I have no Holy Grail, I swear.
My hand not for curing, miracle distance.

But instead I know storm aroused my life: was
Tho I fright craving for the future
Deep inside, there is light upon me
Ordinary me, I reclaim myself.

ATTITUDE

Hand off that marble you fool
It was form with glass, not a fine sheet that you can burn
Those glasses easily burst not only tears

Why you eager like a brat
Off you dirty foot from neighbour garden
You cry. Hiss you

Hidden your thicken paw, you purr kitten
You bad kitten, I shove you with my witch stick
Mark your claw at those poor rats, they ready to crawl, hide and seek
Not me. You fool

Red big nose, you petrified clown
Stripes to pull your pants up, you shallow trendsetter
Pale face. Teasing geisha. Bad clown. Bad.

Big fat hat: a sack straw hat
Blunt become you rival, you not welcome.
Hiss you. I fancy those rattans, round as easily to mend
Tho he is wild, yet his nature shall be tame.

LIES

This vacuum room, an ice box.
They ripped my clothes that I only possess
Gamma ray seize, I barely hear what they say.
Yet, I just freeze and stare
Paralysed from surgeon's knife perhaps
And yet, it may supply what white gown looks alike: Lies-

PORTRAIT

With stamp behold it

I hid it underneath the excitement courier

Soon its treasure your mails box, could you pin on your wall?

Permission its to hanging and swinging againts nail.

This portrait. It may looked dull but inhale

Yes. This one.

It appears not greater as Mona Lisa.

It carries paint and canvas claiming to be me.

Gold frame surrounded me proudly.

Of course he did. He wipes those faded coat.

I love it-

Allowed me to make you love it too.

Holy Land

Can you hear roar of trumpet
It's greeting you, neither me
Is it tough like thunder?
Is it too loud to be bear?
It does adrenalin you but not me.

That plaque, you bring to my Holy Land
Did you read the sign?
Did you wrap your feet with linen?
Nor shower with olive oil before entrance. I doubt it.
And those palm trees, you beheaded within your journey. O My

This Holy Land. My Holy Land-
10 strongest pillars meet every corner. Oasis everywhere.
Three rare emeralds surpass my sight. Locked in my chest.
I ask God to baptise them three. No exception.
I rolled the sphere. This foot company me, I sealed em'.

And you, shall I named you Nemesis.
You carry two sacks of you. It's delicate.
The plaque you bring, witness your defection.
Are they reward you with Barbarian flock?
Alms you ton promises perhaps. O My!

If it cost you joy? Then I bail myself.

MASQUERADE MASK

Shivery utter my vein, a parade
Pout black as Lucifer, intoxicating occupies the space; vacuum
What is it? Hum or Hush?

Dry laughter behind this mask; havoc
Big fat gown, a glass shoes hid those toe
Whom you address for?

You were there too, O my friends.
Offered me for thrill, it's them; it's you. You are they.
They own me as their claimed. What a shame.

Stakes down the hall, solid and tarnished
These fury gallop, hunger for black pit
This dance they bargain for. My blood.

It's my deed on the scale. My summary
I was baptised, I carried those commandment within me.
My shoulder burned; ashen

I hymn for your recovery
I listen to your moan in erased midst, not hear.
You discrete. I welcome you

In inches, I surely greet Hades Cerberus. What a nerve.
Ashes masturbating beneath my nostril, you spin me with rotten thread instead
You are shade, a shadow; A masquerade.

It's them; it's you. You are they-