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汪洋的世界中,我們每個人都是座孤島

星期一, 8月 08, 2016

The Society Laments

The society laments

Our souls died in that pool

As blood seeping into thousand gloppy hearts

Road to the last stage of cramping purgatory completes its pavement right on the spot



Human southern of that acidity

Turns its face with that pretend sanity

A wind blows



You are sane

You are a good person

You know justice

You urge for the rule of one-for-all solution

You cry for revelation of the making of those monsters



(Which you probably don’t actually care)



Yet listed upon the walls of faces and voices,

The glimpse of what is becoming us betwixt threads of tiny tinge for the very essence of civil human

You chose to ignore



(See?)



Say, one word, for a justified reason to kill

An absolute one without twist

Destined to fulfill only your own thirst of that savage gossiping justice

Indifference to what lies beyond your very own precious and peaceful life



Yes and kill

Without thoughts further than that surging thirst

Eliminate the demon with one just and unbending rule

That will once again render your life  peaceful and complete



The wind remains

It will blow, still

That southern heading won’t budge



And we all shall see

What is becoming us

Is the decision we make today

For our future

星期四, 2月 25, 2016

據說

他們在死掉的布上作畫

有一種無盡的恨意漫出

溢滿的怒 吃不進色的豔


他們在死掉的布上作畫

另一種無盡的陳苛吸斂

炸開的塵 止不住擴散的顏


死掉的布上

一抹抹混沌畫作 各自任意找尋出路

屍臭吃進宿痾 林立的孤子夾道


病弱的白道來理路 窮盡蒼皁

沉痾不苛乃天則

殊才同巾是穹途


字牌灼燒塊塊青坏

燒起破片疙瘩


那靜止的想像

殺絕未來的畫布


塵煙過後 找不到枉然的盡頭

化作灰燼的百足

啖起屍布

豔了色

絕怒

焚恨


無


漿色

星期一, 2月 01, 2016

夜魚

魚纏住了線 收不回的彼端

月色佇足 塗不上炫染白漆

熟莫了這塵凡絲線素張

僅一愁滄浪的石灰坑

落下煙煙阻絕清明的氣色

剪了線 逃了魚 縱歸洋

夜無了