孤島日誌

昏黃入戲　初霞晚映 現實的口 吞嚥的是最後的那次花期 閃現溯迴　熟識的親離　如一的無所知悉 你知道　那很美麗的東西　會割傷你 曾以為的不在意　其實是知道有多致命的走避 莫不知　這以為的拖遲　滲入心的硬錐斷句 捉摸若莫遠近　再難跨出步距 仍抱著期待露滴甘霖 疊疊層積　幻葉綠泥 你看著　不屬於你的回憶 夜空笑淚醉苦歡暢流星 有那麼一瞬　作影流溪　愈發跨步　愈發淤泥 於是路盡乍明　沒有人在等你

剪一段未來的繩索 套上脖子 告誡自己 不要像這樣活著 然後一個人飄然在世 像朵孤絕的雲 輕輕散去

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 ...

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

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

生活逼迫的滴答聲　不見蹄停 在夜裡　想見白日鬱鬱深青 沈了　重了　落空的期待　走了　鈴聲留下 不由身　似非己　困於城市巷弄　不見日昇月陰 嚎號聲森　石林疊影　看盡世間白星盞盞明滅 尋不著適恰的切音 嘈雜人聲不定　隨日月　不見日月 蹄蹄不見止息　不得閒憩 鈴聲聲亮跌盪　風寂若起 一聲靜　一聲不盡　星燃宛在 道　何時了　有無期 僅餘一響困鈴　叮 釘

Walking into ever-morphing scenes of this delirious impetus, it is one of the ones that constitutes this colossus. One gains its awareness from some, some gains from the other, the other from the lost linking of the origin. It, as one of the ones that constitutes this, enjoys the dejecting spark of awakening, then wades into the current. Again, and again, and again. Washed offshore. Relentless current deluges one of the ones. The dimming sparkle brimmed-over loses its hope once more. It hears the roaming sound of the cities, frightened. Cities hustle, cities bustle, into sinews of that creature, the one that one of the ones constitutes. It sees. That colossal collection of silhouettes lures behind, as humanoid skyline shapes into existence. It’s mawing, mawing at those one of the ones. What drives this? One asks. And WHY! One screams. Albeit no one bothers to reply. It’s just those eaten ones who care. The uncanny truth of the insane sinews joining its alienating nature sh...

片花落影幢幢　暗室芳蹤 一刀一剪無冕　浩蕩喪鐘 轟隆、轟隆、轟隆 往昔絮語　繞樑無絕音 喏 手握高尚　自詡道德　滿面莊容 侃侃談起正義的蕭索 啊 大人說，社會病了 耳聰　目明　事事自成理 侃侃　談起　道德的炫音 大人說，社會病了，讓我來告訴你們 轟隆、轟隆、轟隆 落影幢幢　暗室芳蹤 雜言四語　大人出巡 瞧瞧 風骨無匹　凜然於世 （啊，是這樣殺的） 一刀一剪無血無刃光點投影連綿侃諤暢言耳際撕絕斷良賤 大人您，興奮嗎？ 轟隆隆、轟隆隆 玉殞方成　頭顱血冷 （啊，要這樣才行，不然會那樣） 轟隆隆、轟隆隆 大人您，興奮嗎？勃起了嗎？ 一詰一問錙毫緊密無人無格無事非理拋常規冠冕戴轍碾銖淖 大人您，病了嗎？ 病體何在、病體何在（我沒病） 大人您？ 轟隆隆、轟隆隆 啊，是社會病了（我沒病） （對） 大人說了，是社會有病 讓我來告訴你們 轟隆隆、轟隆隆 聾

Carried by a wind, Southern by its nature, No one turns to see, If we can ever reach there, Receipted as a completed art work Of the so-called God. Humanity is ever withering.

Words beyond words, that's how I live. That is who I am. And you are right to dispute me. As we are between difficulties, You as you, and I as myself. Like nothing can change that. Words, beyond words as usual, Echoing through that cavity of context, Heard only by those of our kind, Etched into our heart beat. So forth we live, So still.

The heart as a kindred, Shining like a sun-lit mirror, burns, and stings my unwilling cavity. Who's there? That sound echoes, and No one, questioned, no one bothers answering.

The sharing of a heart-breaking news, An unwished-for popularity of me. What devil is with us that the human sees no humanity. Or was that a too narrowed definition of humanity? I don't really know. Just hope, that one day, our race, if there will be any, as a spiritual being really deserves this spirituality, has grew in its whole population the soundness of dignity enough for every being to be truly true and dignified.

People are so demanding and pushy and full of anger. That fullness contains nothing and sees nothing. Nothing but wrath, and wrath devours every piece of reason that scattering around darken souls. Foul is the smell inhaled, just no soul feels the taste, nemo. A dead end being dead yet expects reflection, albeit the only reflection made is the echo of its own wrath, surrounding.

Too bad we are not all saints, at all. The cracking sound of friendship is astounding. Little do we know the cracker of that unfathomable fissures.  Yet do something so unbreakable can be destroyed by an entity so minute? The minute can be no minute at all. When it's done the magnifying of trivial can be lethal -- this I know. And the resonance echoing inside lingers its thumping thunder, my hearts dreads the end. Why, the relationship claimed being immortal, now suffers the scythe of the death? Did the unheard promises be genuine at its birthbed? Had we known the consequences, can it be prevented? Or was it too solid to prevent its own perishing, that it was as fragile as its solidness? This many questions do I ponder. Then -- just hope -- when time comes, as mortal as we can be, we are able to strive enough for the unspoken covenant, that the silenced immortality can truly be testified.

人生是空的 斟入清雲落雨塵追殘樽 觴一巡　盞星明滅拂曉翦初㬢 再一巡　無人對月黃晨亂掩映 或三巡　鬱影默然絕芒暗苗觴 罷 人生仍是空的

身處無數羅生門 我們㩦帶各自的真實 那無法撼動的存在 是中心　是人間 是深不見底的沈淪 理性的理性 教我們明辯是非 忘了說明的那張紙　風一來 給他吹飛漣 漪的 靜囈 狂浪捲襲　止不住火炬 故友易敵　心遠讎親 我們手握真實 無情撼動他者冀望守護的理 耳道羅織　霍霍刀具 干戈是為了正義 殺戳是為了證明 言明：公道自在人心 一旦信了自己的真實 便信不過別人的心思 揮揮衣袖　各自扣上帽子 不論誰 都成了罪人 說呢 這個世界需要更多的寬容 來涵納　所有　人的　真實

The afternoon, Walked into the sullen parlor     where my dog slept         soundly in his nap. A sharp caution was caught     in his sheer movement         of only the head. One glimpse pictured temporarily     with the sullen figure         of that cautious call. His relief did not come     too quickly with the recognition         of the intruder’s identity. The picture made had been     discarded with the other’s         sheer turning of neglect. The way back, Another glimpse failed     to catch the meaning         of my dog’s returning neglect. 紀念哈利，貼上這首大學時寫的詩。

夜雨寄　乾河舒 無風無春無塵 漫點盤飧　難語故人 暗如漆　去光晨　凶淘　沈海　翻騰 火中燒　枯骨烏　焦田　涸水　滅生 平納心　屋穿宇　烽燃　欲止　殺憤 世事無端　造化己出 月深　埋木　照探 掩地長呼 無風無春無塵 無可能

遙遠的煙火　此處的煙烽 慌著四腳　指指點點 愈是謎猜　愈顯迷離 數不清的話語　川流耳息 雜雜音起　糢糊靜冷思緒 是誰的人兒？　我們遠方聽聽 爐中八掛　並非世事的盤棋

火光灼燒　　　　在城市的午陽 迷濛的幻影　勾勒出影角的恐懼 莫名恨意　　　　剪斷黑色殘漆 塗抹牆上　滿溢靈魂出走的印記