Crushed

It spills.
Spill of Life.
Untimely.
Unfair.
Painful.
Yet ---
Let's face it,
with a smile.
I promise
to give
you
a hand.

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Sign of Life

I saw the light.
Dim then brighter.
I saw a seedling.
Pale then greener.
I saw the sky.
Cloudy then --- all of a sudden ---
All become much too clear.

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One More Time

My love,
hold our hands together;
walking through that maze
and counting the stars,
one more time.

My love,
show your gentle love;
smiling during a long drive in the rain
and tell me I am foolish,
one more time.

My love,
slow down the passing time;
hiding nothing else between us
and kiss me just as the very first time,
one more time.

Listen song here: http://vodpod.com/watch/1771923-fanvid-engsub-tree-bicycle-one-more-time

One More Time
by Tree Bicycle
translation:

Each day is very slow and hard
Because nomatter how hard I try to reveal my heart
You can't see it.
I am just resenting the time that's gone by
No matter how long it's been,
I am always sad ---

One more time
Even though it hurts
I should have loved a little more
I will laugh only for you
I will cry only for you
One more time
Like the hot sun of the sky
I'll love everything about you forever,
Only you.
One more time.

I miss the image of warmhearted you
standing beneath the umbrella
Though I wipe these tears again,
I am always sad.

One more time
Even though it hurts
I should have loved a little more.
I'll laugh only for you
I'll cry only for you
One more time
Like the stars that shine brightly in the night sky,
I'll love everything about you forever,
Only you.
One more time.

I promise that the tomorrow that we both share will find us ---
I promise that the happiness that we both share will find us ---
I'll always be by your side
One more time.
Even though it hurts
I should have loved a little more
I'll laugh only for you
I'll cry only for you
One more time.
Like the hot sun of the sky
I'll love everything about you forever
Only you.
One more time.

Oh, my love for you.
One more time.
Oh, my love for you.
One more time.

Tide

Following the moon;
Tide,
Up and wide
Embracing the flow.

Let me go
All the way to the brim,
where I can up swing and
reaching up the moon.
Just to hold
gently;
within my heart
and my soul.

To glow,
To show my way;
on the long lost days.

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Sentimental

Love;
Being simple and kind,
I am falling in love with you again.

Love;
Being tragic and blind,
I am tangling in the web again.

Love;

Being wise and sublime,
I am learning from the scratch again.

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In My Dream

In the land of far, far away
There were plentiful of wild green grasses;
There was a river;
There was a perfectly round orange sun,
rising and setting in the far east and west;
There were silver white cranes,
which sometimes flew over the roof of our home;
There were dark gray clouds and,
the exciting sound of the heavy rain rushing towards where you are;
There was a thin film of fog at the horizon, in the early mornings;
There were dews shining while hanging on the spider webs;
There were warm sun rays bouncing off the dancing lake;
There was a strong fragrant of a flower Jasmine;
There were kites fighting in the cheerful blue sky;
There was a never tiring hot sun;
as well as the patches of shades which protected us from the bright hot sun.
No matter how hot and tiring the day went by;
There always were a smell of freshly gushing in the cool nightly breeze;
and the music that entertain and sooth the blisters of life;
the time to escape from reality;
with the unknown singers and guitar players performing
to the unknown audiences.
In the still of the night;
In the still of memories;
In the still of my dreams.

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Great Buildings

Every building has a foundation. Without a strong foundation, they will fall accordingly to their innate properties. For a nation, a strong foundation is infrastructures, a good chunk of well to do middle class, education and health care. For a family, a strong foundation is the sacrifice of parenting. For a person, a strong foundation is being intelligent and honest.

The glamor of the building is the architectural design. A unique design that can cater the need of specific purpose is the root of the success. For a nation, a capable leader is the rightful architecture of the country. For a family, well laid out financial plan is a great architecture. For a person, a clear vision is the architect of life.

the image is from http://z.about.com/d/inventors/1/0/P/O/eiffeltower.jpg

Gone with the Wind

That is the book which was read so preciously in life. Reading only one page a day, there was an obsession that is afraid to reach the end so soon. While cherishing each page and looking forward to the next page, eventually, it has to reach an end sadly. Lately, there were cravings to read that book again but with this full life schedule, where to find the time?

The wishes for a peaceful, very respectful, woman has seemed to be gone with the wind. Sometimes, there exist a wish to have a seeing eye which can stretch beyond one life span just to feel satisfy and justified to certain wrong doings.

The only time to stretch free thoughts randomly have been gone with the wind for ever demanding progressive life measures. What else more would need to give into that wind to be gone --- It would be lovely to know the limits yet I treasure infinite values.

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Tired

Tired ---
My foot are stones.
Why only 24 hours??

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Our Star, Sun, and Moon

We all love you.

Especially for You

Send with Love

Unreachable

I felt the pain
Sharp as a razor;
why?
It is just the wind.

I have much to regain
From clouded mind;
My!
I am so unstable.

I have yarn for the name
That I wanted to call;
Small world?
It could be unreachable.

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Enchanted

If love in the past have never changed,
We cling onto the present one
that gives us the warm affection;
that gives us the courage to face the sorrow;
as well as the fullest moments of our passing time.

If love in the present has kept us alive,
We treasure the past one
that gives us a sense of who we are;
that gives us the reason to move on;
as well as the most cherish memories of our passed time.

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Unplayed Piano

Listen the song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wddOxemJWY

Lyrics:
Unplayed Piano
by Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan

Come and see me
Sing me to sleep
Come and free me
Or hold me if i need to weep
Or maybe it's not the season
Or maybe it's not the year
Or maybe there's no good reason
Why i'm locked up inside
Just cause they wanna hide me
The moon goes bright
The darker they make my night

Unplayed pianos
Are often by a window
In a room where nobody loved goes
She sits alone with her silent song
Somebody bring her home

Unplayed piano (unplayed piano)
Still holds a tune (still holds a tune)
Lock on the lid (years, years pass by)
In a stale, stale room (in the changing of the moon)
Maybe it's not that easy (too many windows)
Or maybe it's not that hard (in a stale, stale room)
Maybe they could release me (stale, stale room)
Let the people decide
I've got nothing to hide
I've done nothing wrong
So why've i been here so long?

Unplayed pianos
Are often by a window
In a room where nobody loved goes
She sits alone with her silent song
Somebody bring her home

Unplayed piano (bring her home)
Still holds a tune(bring her home)
Years pass by
In the changing of the moon

Black Eye

,









Unintentionally;
He said ---
punching into my right eye;
I saw the light
Oh, so bright and painful
I did not know
I was standing on his way.

Accidentally;
He said---
hacking all my emails;
I saw the viruses
Oh, so slimy and sleazy
I did not know
I was blocking his way.

Nothing personal;
He said---
checking all my personals;
I saw the prints
Oh, so clumsy and bold
Now I know
How to crawl under his skin.

---- with lots of smile
Although I've got a black eye.

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Supporting Her Courage

Being Strongly Opinionated

I tried to stay astray, free, and at times, trying to forget my worries for others.
In a way, I was being selfish while envying those
who have courage to stand up and fight for the weak ones.
Seems like the power cannot buy all things at the end.
Lowly plots and uneducated planning seems
undermining the intelligence of those living around.
It surprises me with a big question that
"Is that all those highly educated and rich minds with free time can come up with?"
If that is all they can come up with--- the event is just too shameful,
considering that this event will be left in the history as a black mark forever,
with their names attached.
With all the money that they can buy, if this plan is the best they have to play the charade,
what a mount of load of wasted money invested on those dull, unusable, and silly brains.
What a shame?
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For Freedom

Wishing More Than Ever

For her freedom
For the justice;
For the happiness of people of respect.
Please, please, oh --- please;
Wishing for her freedom,
More than ever.
Haven't we pray enough?
Please let this nightmare be over.
For the goodness and Liberty;
For her
as well as
For you and me.

Why oh Why?

It is indescribable.
Why oh Why?
Everything has to come down
to this end.
Disgraceful,
Dishonest,
Shameful,
and
Sad
in a way ---
It even makes me feel little.
How can one
feel great
out of this lowly mess?
I just cannot guess why;
Why oh Why?.
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