Every encounter
Is a difficult and hard decision
Too tired to choose
To stay or to go.
Thousands of doors on the road
And there ought to be
Someone
To go first.
The impact, the impact
That caused by every encounter
Is too big
That nothing is going to be the same
As before.
Every encounter.
Written on 3 October 2015.
for each
centimetre
that cut
from my hair
deducts the value
of me
to be here:
a man in the history
a page of the story
a line in my poetry
a second in a century
that counts for nothing
but a dream to be buried.
Written on 19 June 2015.
everything comes to an end:
the scent, the smoke, the sorrow and the soup;
the lives, the leddar, the laughter and the love;
the moments that clashed together
changing the paths forever
do all have their ends.
so it stayed
and it goes
and the magic ends
and the veil left
leaving the hollows that follow
mocking the fellow a forever deferral of tomorrow.
Written on 16 June 2015
To one of the favourite place in the neighbourhood: siu chau wong
setting sun, burning dreams, fading youth, passing time:
the golden moment of life becomes prime;
dying light, dimming beam, vanishing dawn, moving tides:
a resurrection of the childish roller coaster ride.
glittering, glittering, glittering stars in the sea
only with a child’s eye which shall be seen.
Written on 3 May 2015
To the glittering fairies in deep beneath.
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.
Life is unfair
Life is never fair
Never is it has been declared
Hard work
Great effort
Time wasted
The young grown old
The world has never been fair
Whether or not are we aware
Written on 12 feb 2015
A day of despair
Is not a day rare
Rules unclear
And nothing to bear
Written on 20 January 2015
