Tuesday 6 December 2011


THE MATURITY OF PERCEPTION 

trembling fingers couldn't save the floating
drops of affection, fireflies sped up 
left over some marks of flake,
after losing your love, I 
have realized the 
value of life,
though it 
wasn't
to late, but emotional edge had been 
eroded to some extend, some
dreams had the torn wings,
but not so weak that 
can not fly, life 
finally
learned to be careful of falling, stairs 
say just watch it, destination 
laughs with mysterious 
humor, my identity 
is stubborn,
doesn't
agree 
for compromise, now I'm so matured to  
play with seduction, stake, the
language of love and lust 
are supplement each 
other, mask and 
face, the real 
truth is 
hidden in inner the perception, organic 
authenticity has its own boundaries,
it's not necessary that I will 
look the world through 
your sight, maybe 
where your 
vision 
thinks the end, beginning point is existed 
there, summery is simple, the path 
of thorns have taught me to 
bloom on seasonal way, 
waft the incense, 
for whole the 
valley,