Samstag, 21. Juni 2008

it's pathetic. i am cynical. we are fragile


it's pathetic if one has to gain glück by satisfying one's material needs
i'm pathetic if i have to placate myself by einen Schaufensterbummel machen oder einfaufen.
ich kaufe nicht glück ein.

yupyupyup
it maybe right that brandname products have better quality
it maybe true that brandname products worth the money
but the pride itself of which the buyer gains is far too rotting that
it outweights the reasonable prices..
it's best, if it's not only my word but also my deeds, to spend to help
whoever in much greater need than we do.
it's best, the joy is magnified
the glück, is folds of that produced from fleshly or corporal appeasement.

this afternoon i walk by the metal wall of the construction site nearby shatin,
a worker was hammering something.
i imagined his hammering his own finger.

what if it was real
what if he bled
what if he got terribly hurt
what if i trippled over
what if i had a heart attack
what if i got skin cancer
unexpected accidents oder predestined misfortunes are anywhere and everywhere

we are flavescent daisies
brightly and beautifully bloomed may we have
be stepped on and
be schneiden-ed
we are thin trees
tall and reproducing may we can
be caressed by spring breeze and
bent and broke

no matter how physically fragile we are
we have the even worse mentality

the papers are suicidal
das fernsehen ist verzweifelt
coz we have Verzweifelt Hausfrauen
und ich bin gloomy heute

"i've been living shawdow overhead,
i've been sleeping cloud above my bed...
i've been setting aside time,
to clear little spaces and corners of my mind"

unreasonable grey and blue
yup
they visit me once in a while
occationally
with silly or no reason.

wt's the point of roaring when an image of my family flashes in my mind?

Donnerstag, 19. Juni 2008

sensor play - tastebud getting lost

it's gwai sin lum on the recommended booklist
that makes me elevate onto the second floor
back and again I rambled and stopped at the shelf of mist
The floating and unreachable books can no more
be chewed and rolled and pushed and swallowed

though mellow

unfamiliar strokes
are exotic food and beverage
unwillingly if i have to I choke
excuse if you say it it is I say I have lost my taste bud you rage
adoration to the west
shame on me i have to pick and drop the mess

apologetically i admit i have not
put one single tiny piece thin of effort to reverse
if i want if i get worn I'll untie the knot
the knot that blends patriotism and the reverse

kaput the custom
kaput the used-to-be

Ich bin kaputt.

Dienstag, 17. Juni 2008

Heidi

glucklich.
Ich habe keine Ahnung sie kommt aus Deustschland...

Heidi Heidi, deine Welt sind die Berge.
Heidi Heidi, denn hier oben bist du Zuhaus.
Dunkle Tannen grüne Wiesen im Sonnenschein.
Heidi Heidi, brauchst du zum glücklich sein.
holerahidi holerahidi holerahidi holerahidi holerahidi
holerahidi holerahidi holerahidiholalahijaijai holerijaho
Heidi Heidi, komm doch Heim, find dein Glück, komm doch wieder zurück

Sonntag, 8. Juni 2008

my perceptions---babe's kidtime's and now

it is a childlike and innocent mind that i miss and giggle at

if and only if you care to notice the reflection on the back of your hand
by the fluorescent lights
after lights
lining just outside the windows of the moving car
along the busy metro street

it can be any usual taxi with the marble and jellidied resin stick in the driver's palm
or the roomy-smell-filled family car

penetrate and refract through
raindrops before the very plain glass window

seems like on my skin grey and tiny dots

i remember my being scared and disquiet
trying so hard trying to rub off the fake dirts or
POX and RASH or PERMANENT MARK and SCAR

it was terrible
terrible silly


perishing innocence