Monday, January 19, 2009

26:12 Grooming Butterfly

It's flying...
Up high to the sky...
Flying higher and higher...
I can only stop and stare...

It's teaching...
Descriptive yet straightforward...
More and more I hear...
I can only listen and understand...

It's growing...
Stronger and stronger...
With one old mentor guiding her...
I can only grow behind...

It's reaching to the top...
Grown into strongest butterfly,
Taught the fearful lesson to her pupil,
I can only become her weapon and shield to accomplish her will.

But...
Before more she can use me...
I shall be....
Stronger....

Iland 26:12 "I, me, myself"
Grooming Butterfly

Monday, November 10, 2008

19:21 Fires of Forgotten

Shall fire burn high and fast when the sun is at dawn?
How far your shadow stretches to reach your destiny?
Finding all this matter is just ruining yourself,
Knowing that sacrifice is pathetic.

Walking far away from the ice,
Sipping away my logical senses,
To fight for others survival,
In the End, nothing gained.

Will they understand? Should they understand?
None understood,
What is the will of fire
or the ring of fire

But should I stood up and speak onto myself just to reveal my weakness? In the End when faith is gone, death is certain unless we run.

Iland 19:21 "My Selfishness"
Fires of Forgotten

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

7:62 Fire of Imagination

It's cold and shivering but caused no freeze or frost to over body, reason because this is just an imagination of ice. But partly because your little imagination causes nothing other than a total mess, yes, a mess. So what causes this mess other than ourselves? To be precise, is only ourselves... imagine back when your father says "you summoned it and you are the master" or to be poisonous enough, it should be "purposely get yourself into trouble!"... hmm is pretty hard for direct translation from Cantonese to English... but if you could, do it and you will understand.

My imagination makes me a big timer although I always appears small timer in this position... I wonder why does that happens? In this narrow space, I can make nothing impressive other than vast amount of troubles... I must applaud myself for that idoitness. So far I guess what I have done here is rather "saving my petty life" and not "announcing the pride". People think is valor but if the insider take it as an insult, why not jump down in the well?

In several reference, I manage to grab this impressive phrase that I am happy... uh... yeah, happy to remember forever "your solo mission will be camouflaged by others but give an honest smile that you won". Is this a smile? For me to see I would and have to say that it is an honest smile but others take it as pathetic. Great...

20 years and yet my accomplishment have been dull and whenever I announces retreat, these hidden history shadows me and blocks my exit. I wonder why this kind of trouble have to appear... and re-appear? Just imagine yourself being drown into your own failure and most importantly, failure to even run! I can't stand to laugh... well.. seriously!

In my imagination, I have seen the little sun, seen the green moon, seen the black Earth and of course... seen a palm full of sorrow but in the End nothing flowed back to me like an stream instead a stream of the dead flows endlessly.

So in the end, I can only save one person and not other; thus that person will be me...

Iland 7:62 "Moment of Slow Pace"
Fire of Imagination

Friday, October 24, 2008

44:42 When Hatred Returns

Of course walking through thorns of forest shall give you nothing but hopeless Hell. When might is there but fallen spirit, well just give in and return. Two days ago when I see the fact that "if you drive too fast, you will not be able to break" showed me that in the end if we fall too deep, we will just be thrown into a midst of confusion. May as well I should return towards it...

In the past few months times were fast and slow, so was the rain... but in the end I could garner nothing, not even experience that I could call it to myself. So in the end, it returns and shrouds myself to confusion... what kind of hate is that? Could not believe what I created in these 20 years... I would say to myself... impressive, this is the thing I've created during my tense of living.

I remember what a wiseman once told me "when there is hatred, there grows a moment of faith. but if you shall develop more wishes of being isolated, why be here, just go away"

And he was right, so then, I shall go before more of myself shall destroy this pathetic oath.

Iland 44:42 "Walking Backwards? Nope, Just Leave"
When Hatred Returns

Friday, October 10, 2008

11:29 Ant

"One million ants in one community; each with their designation and life. If one ant dies, streets of sweet carrier will cry and mourn the dead. However, shall one leave the community to travel will be condemned straight to Hell" was what a friend of mine was saying whole night long. He was drunk I suppose.

I never knew who is the newcomer is as I just happened to take refuge in this town but from what I've heard that that person has wind up here after spending his last sugar and guts on the field of his mind. I wanted to hear him more, but he is just too unconscious to spell his journey. Thus, I have decided to treat him a good ol' beer and like it always smack on my head, it worked. "Hey hey! Thank you... you... you little sugar... so... (gulp, gulp) ahh... now I am refreshed! Come here, come here! let me tell you what the community I am living now are a group of maniacal bastards that never ever think how people will benefit when they travel!!" His word were merely simple minded, but as I hear on it made me think twice.
"You see.... they mourned the dead.... as if... people that die can come back if we cry! But what about us?! We are still alive! I... I... I just want to see the world! From which it will benefit me... or maybe my whole community! But they shun me away... like an alien... the whole community are just living in a body of an ant but mind of an idiot!!"
He was about to continue more, but sadly the Caterpillar Bouncer tie him out with his petite string.

I walked off from the bar and prepare to take flight back to my home, from my perspective... I guess that ant was just jealous of how people treat the dead simply because they want to spend their very... very last time with them. Although the lonely ant will be remembered, but only by people that really care about him. Well, I guess he was too lonely to understand that, maybe I should go back to my home and mind my own business!

Iland 11:29 "Last Breath of Love"
Ant

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

12:61 Unclear Vision

Watch ahead as one shall fall on his knee fearing what they have not seen. Planning ahead and not planning would not give a certainty of success rather a slight promise that succession will come. Clear the unclear, see the unseen and watch the invisible line that often shrouds your mind with uneasiness.

Iland 12:61 "Smokes and Shrouds"
Unclear Vision

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

4:18 Dull Experience

Myth says to young ones "sound not the height and fear not the size for that you shall experience nothing"

Iland 4:18 "Goodness Gracious Of A Lion"
Dull Experience