迷魂

墓石生青苔
鼓聲敲碎回憶錄
回音一刻劃心
磨滅溫柔
不停問
誰又在遠方煙雨楚楚處?

(2010)

错

时间早已剥夺了思念的权利
灰尘把空气都弄沉重了
又怕干净你也完全不见了
你就快消失了
就快我也不晓得曾失去什么了
还抱着记事本又怎么样呢？
哭是因为尘埃太沉重了
一定不是因为太想你的
一片刻我也感觉自己消失了
抱紧自己却任由时间吹散到地
记忆散落

失去离开了
空气变更沉了

时间为我做的决定

或许一开始就只有我错了

** I must say that there is no breakup, I am not undergoing any romantic entanglement. So don't ask me where all these are coming from. I have no idea.

Summer of Love

They wonder what's going on in your minds.

I know its one psychedelic season.

Of warm summers, happiness and love.

Heightened awareness of sensory delight.

But how reality played you false.

The nights grow cold and grey needles fall.

How good are your mind shields?

To carry on as the physical fail?

Unaware that the cost of that lie

reveals through the gradual shifts

to the ugliness of your face.

And you slowly die.

You will surely die.

In that psychedelic season

where they injected milk to counteract poison.

In that psychedelic season
whe年 you tried to find Utopia.

In that psychedelic season

you called Summer of Love

there was no cure

for self-betrayal

not when you traded your future.

失拍

每次以为得到了平静

心却起涟漪

微微震的波动

跟不上自己设定的频率

My damaged self

Pain,

comes in all shapes and form,

the poison,

the chronic disease I have learnt to live with.

The void within
is something I welcome
heart and soul.
What could be potentially incapacitating for the heart
is nothing but a dull ache now.

I've learnt to keep alive by taking in shallow breaths.

Rhythmic confusion

There's a sea floating in my head
Tug and wave
The moon hungs from below
Waiting for all the grace to mend
And the roaring of the rain
Whips past before my eyes
Little lithe sorrows too fast for me to hold.
So I'm breathing now.
So I'm learning the meaning of an echo.
If you remove the blue,
leaving a shade paler
how long is there to white?
Through the rain that pierces the sea
through the chaos that ripples the waves
Standing right there
In a world where ripples don't fade.

Futility

Like a silent movie,
white steam,
white cup in isolation
So heaven is where softness fades to
Away from this reason
As of this world
a trial, to fold anytime
A cry, a heartbeat away
Muffled and fast as it can be
Prevention eludes
Salvation deludes
What does await?
A wounded bird struggles to reach the sun.

Wherein I get in touch with my thinking self

Far be it for me to be a hinderance
so set the blossoms lightly scatter
across the windswept truths of forgone summers

Let autumn draw near, of warm rosy hues,
Of faint fragrant quiet scents
Still, quiet
Entwining the steady rhythm of my heart

悬

唯一的庇护是距离

与天与地

一天又一点

越抗拒越放松绳子拉长距离

拔河

下一秒

往前还是后退

倾向又转身背对

怎么就像飞蛾扑火

许着不该许的愿望
就悬困在空中

两半心的摇椅

摇摇蓝蓝

忽高忽低

与天空地面的拔河

近天近地

伸手摘星无法如愿

脚踏实地无法情愿

只想不被打扰

给我个空间

我只想静静的，不想被打扰

我想做一道光阴，一个影子

在风吹过时

掠过那么一霎那

静静的，然后消失了

彳亍着

Went to play pool today. Settlers was too full to seat us.

I also want to thank Iv Ge for getting me a book from Cambodia. It was totally unexpected and I really appreciate the thought. The cover featured Angkor Wat in backlight, far away in the horizon.

One need never say goodbye to Angkor, for its magic will go with you wherever fate and the gods may take you to colour your thoughts and dreams to life's very end.

~ H W Ponder

The holidays has allowed me to drift away from the realities of life, to indulge in dreams. Day-dreaming, one of the most futile activity and yet one of the few luxuries I intermittenly allow myself to savour and indulge in.

Sometimes I dream that I was back in South Africa, France or Cambodia.

***

我很喜欢这一首歌。。。

巫啟賢 - 《邂逅》

入暮的山途獨有我彳亍，落紅鏗然顯凄清
低吟起那幽陰的歌，歌聲抖出了蕭索
歌韻隱隱飄蕩入我波心，牽引我山游覓覓尋

邂逅你炯瑩的星眸，顫動我翩翩入夢
恒古雋永美麗的神話，莫非已降臨此剎那
默望長空我深深祈禱，愿剎那化永恒典雅

彳亍: 不读为行【拼音chì chù】

形容小步慢走或时走时停。
在戴望舒的《雨巷》中写到：“像我一样，像我一样，默默的彳亍着……”。

~ http://www.baike.baidu.com/

好久的歌， 恰似能嗅出尘来

简单的曲，美丽的词

童年的时光历历在目

终是想回到那小时候

因为终是觉得往前是如此的彳亍着

我很喜欢这一个词。。。“彳亍”

行于彳亍。。。

一个不小心就容易弄错

行于彳亍却表达截然不同的意义

从彳亍到行

是一个跃不过的空间吗？

人生得于彳亍或于行是否是一个定数

先人好有幽默

彳亍间的距离微妙却又如此的永恒

消除了那渺小的空间会不会只是个错别字？

彳亍。。只因为默望長空深深祈禱着，愿剎那化永恒典雅
我想我的人生以彳亍而非行作为属性

那。。又是谁决定把它编进我人生的蓝图里？

Status: wistful

Gossamer net

A faint scent of magnolia.
Cream.
A long time since I remembered.
Since I did.

Gladly I pay the price for remembering.
Sadness.

To let you go with nary a trace
into emptiness
'tis the song of silent little bells.

Walking the hallways of the past
merely to let you live again
Yet it's a rhythm I cannot hear.

Tonight is for holding that white rose in silent song.
One song length of silver bells.

That's all I can afford.

You're gone.
But not into oblivion.

Inches apart

Inches apart

Olive green solemn face
Serious concentration for all that remains
Warrior, fighter, guardian it seems
And the cold wind blows and blazes its hurried ways

Icicles sprinkles of sharp shards

penetrate

that dull armour chinks

Dented metal and bruised heart embrace
Frown lines, lined eyes of what secrets shared?
Lost years and a missing touch
Of wronged time

Of wrong stages
Of a closer bond that nothing can ever put in place

A porcelain figurine
lost in the forgotten realm
inches away from the old guardian sword

Apart in hollow darkness

There.
Together.
And not