I seek the night’s embrace, The deathly silence, No birds, no humans ~ only the swaying leaves to the wind. I need the comforting darkness. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website – Twitter Technorati: @Zashnain, peace, poetry
Crimson-stained lips. The muddy ground serves as a suitable shallow grave, For those living in fear of others seeking carnage; Drawing all my strength, from the deepest darkest well in my soul, I seek what little justice for the twisted body, That lies in the wet field. A crushed head, bloodied, Eyes staring into Nothingness, In this life time or the next, I shall turn this world inside out, For you. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all[...]
I seek the truth to everything, I sense the desire of civilisation, ~ blind that we are; Clouds boil, the sky closes over, heaven flashes with fury, Then I see nothing. ~ Dedicated to my heart, and eternity. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website – Twitter Technorati: @Zashnain, compassion, life, Love, truth
วันนี้อ่านบทความออนไลน์ชื่อ′ความเป็นไทย+ความเป็นคน′ โดย เกษียร เตชะพีระ หนังสือพิมพ์มติชนรายวัน ฉบับประจำวันที่ 3 กุมภาพันธ์ 2555 แล้วประทับใจบทกวีเก่า ขอคัดลอกบทกวีเหล่านั้น มาไว้เพื่ออ่านย้อนรำลึกเองอีกครั้งค่ะ MouiI’m not Geek, just a Thai internet addicted gal. Love to be surrounded by good heart people. Follow me on twitter : @moui or Facebook : PoomjitSMore Posts – Website Technorati: activism, Human Rights, Politics, Thai, จิตร ภูมิศักดิ์
Dead, they become the dust of the slums; Alive, they are the embodiment of their cities; Rushing across, frantic, limbs waving, they scream to the heavens… Seeking what should not be, to be. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website – Twitter Technorati: @Zashnain, life
By the tall trees – a shattered temple from an earlier rule; No monks are there – the cold wall stands oddly. Where the pond shows fair, a dragonfly comes out and suns itself; Where the monstrous tree makes a shade, an hummingbird flies out and around. On ancient flagstones, the pavements are crossed with tall grass; In shadowed galleries, the pictures are patched with moss and age. Even the hall of contemplation is spent and melted away – This[...]
Rain falls heavily during this time, reminding me that there is more in Malaysia than the merciless fury of the monsoon season, spiralling debates that threatens political-suicide, and a growing apathy in a stagnant society. Nature, ensures that Malaysians remember this, though after the storm, society swiftly goes back twirling our thumbs. A cycle that leads to nowhere. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of[...]
To see into your eyes is to see the depth of the cosmos; to your words, to hear the laughter, and the limitless joy. They are more than simply the embodiment of our emotions –> they are the universe itself. — AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website – Twitter
Towering heights of Kuala Lumpur, majestic, soar unsteadily like flagpoles, precipitous and sheer. Old feet, deserve the pavements. — A walk to the Orang Asli village ~ Like being embraced by time, bountiful, and by the merciful nature, protectively. — I view this realm, this world, with scepticism, how the wonders feed me too much, by the roadside, through the slums, to feel helpless at the homeless as my eyes feast upon those outstretched thin hands. Round the world I[...]
Comforting sight, those angry clouds above. Continuous rumbling of thunder, vicious and gracefully brutal, accompanied by the sudden whiplash, the kiss of the wild wind. Such a day, waiting impatiently for this moment, it promises a cleansing, and its worth the wait. Smile, a tired crooked smile, is what I can offer the menacing sky. So little, yet sincere do the warmth I generate, gratitude to the monstrosity of what seeks to engulf me. The Storm, my moment of calmness.[...]
Divinity dwells there, whose frost-flesh and skin resemble snow, delicate and soft like the skin of an infant; they consume the thoughts of others, they suck the bravery of their foes and drink the morning dew from Nature; they mount on vapours and clouds and fiercely drive the Storm, thus they rove beyond the sea, looking for one such as me. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a[...]
By the dark crumpled leaves – walking away from an earlier reign, Where the pool is hidden by the mist, a lady swims out seeking the sun, Where the shrubs swallows the hill, a crane flies out and around. On old flagstone, the steles are covered with dried grass, Even the Heart of mine is spent and melted away, This realm of dust still wants more of our grief. AnarchyThe meltdown[...]
“It is a part of the poet’s work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.” ~ Edith Sitwell ~ Edith was an English poet and critic; 1887-1964 AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website – Twitter Technorati: poet, Quote
