4 Jun 2017

Time will come that the world will get used to your lingering presence. Once that happens, humans won’t anymore fear you. Humans will be equipped with courage to face you, fight you or even die with you! Humans will learn how to embrace and forgive you. You will just be part of our nature. But please, let us know your purpose because some of us will not be ready to do so, unless we understand your reason. We want to know in order for us to understand and welcome the idea of just letting you be and cohabiting with you, in this beautiful place we all are standing and living upon! Please, Let us know!

– Says ‘Humans and Humanity’ to ‘War and Terrorism’

19 May 2017

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Shifen Waterfalls, Taiwan, 13 May 2017

Strings of rejections,
Discouraged sometimes.
By events and humans alike.
Like a river which flows over and against rocks.
Rock’s eventuality is erosion.
Water will never keep still.
It will flow right through the endless ocean.
It will nourish trees of the wilderness.
It will fill up your veins, and even brains.
It will evaporate up to the sky!
The more failures, the more detours it may have, the more exposure!
I will be as calm yet as effective as water!
You will feel me, but you will not know I’ve touched you until your ‘rock-ness’ is crushed into ‘soil-ness’! Not that being a soil is bad either!
Let’s just be!
Water or soil.

– Says the “a little bit of crazy, a little bit of a fool, a little bit of lonely, a little bit of all” —–

4 May 2017

Silhouette of an old tree,
Backdrop of the sun slowly setting,
Half of my body’s mired into a quicksand
How do I get out of here?
“Why do you want to get out of here?”
A voice from behind suddenly spoke.
“This view is what you’ve ever wanted”
“Stay.”

I looked around and found nobody.
Only the dirt turned into crystalish blue water.
Like the sea or the sky? I wasn’t sure.
I turned mobile.
I was able to pass through it,
Closer to the tree.

Closer, the tree looked ordinary.
It wasn’t as magnificent as it was far away.
I wanted to swim away again.
But the blue matter turned into boiling blood.
I could see half of the people enjoying the heat.
Half of the view was poignant.

I could smell my own blood.
It felt like I was slowly melting.
Is this acid? I asked.
Am I burning?No.
The wounds were healing fast.
The scars it created formed like an art!
It looked beautiful.

I couldn’t decide.
Should I keep staying around here?
Or do I even have a choice?
Am I not paddling away enough?
Am I not running away forcefully enough?
Am I really stuck?

Humans, we never have enough!

On shaming

We are all imperfect. We ,at some point in our lives, had embarrassing public experiences that we all just want to forget. We may have accidentally shove people while rushing, or may have raised our voice on someone because of self-defense. Right? Would you appreciate it if someone just recorded that incident alone without even asking for why or how did the situation started then, circulate it online, just like that? No, right?

What happened to us? We now have this culture of shaming other people for what? For the sake of trending? Or getting famous? Or earning some money from it? Or to acquire sympathy from people we do not even know? I do not know. We all have our own motives. I just hope our motives are of greater value because it can destroy another human being’s life.

We do know that if there is really an injustice somewhere, we could bring our stories and recordings in respective avenues and government agencies. Right? Harassment isn’t tolerable, I know. These recordings are evidences. Meaning, people have to undergo trial before being judged. What are we doing now? Judging someone without trial? Destroying someone’s name and reputation without any knowledge on how exactly the events turned out to be like that?

Because of incidents like this, some of these people are being terminated from work, are being socially ostracized, are receiving threats and couldn’t anymore feel safe and at peace. They have kids , mom and dad and siblings who now, are being dragged into a messy place, as well. Who deserves to be a prisoner outside of prison? No one.

Online, these people are victims too. It is just sad to see, how fast shaming articles, videos and photos are being circulated and how it is even encouraged. I feel that this is also considered bullying.

How do we teach our children forgiveness if we, ourselves, just keep on complaining about a particular race or person online who accidentally pushed us in a crowded bus? Simple incidents that could have been resolved then and there, except we decided just to record it and embarrassed the other human being. Tarnish their reputation online? With this kind of culture, we are planting hate and a lot of prejudices. Eventually, forgiveness will become scarce. We will all just keep on shaming each other.

In a smaller scale, back-stabbing is also something like this.

Can’t we all just talk things out anymore?

These are forms of bullying! And Bullying is never ok.

P.S.

I know, I haven’t been a victim of any major incidents yet. I can sympathize on those who have been and those who have resorted into internet shaming for help. I know that through the internet, we all are given voices, to share and be heard. It is faster to do so too. But, I’m also sending some sympathy to those whose lives have been destroyed because of internet shaming…..

I feel sorry for humanity. I really do. =(

For now

I dived into the wilderness,
Under the earth’s deepest trench.
Swimming endlessly.
Meeting creatures, after creature.
They all want my flesh.
I am getting tired.
My lungs are almost empty.
I am drowning peacefully,
I accepted.
I am almost dying.

I closed my eyes and said my last prayer.
In my final moments,
I want to visualise love.
As I open my eyes again,
A bright creature appeared.
Unknown to me, it smiled to my face.
Hope came to grace.

This creature’s life reverberates
To the core of my being.
Like an invisible CPR.
Without touching me,
It feels like it’s bringing me to life.
I do not know how or why.

Those flesh-eating monsters just observed.
They let us stride smoothly without interrupting.
They didn’t attempt to attack.
I could see their wild tendencies,
But they all just look frozen.
Or maybe, they aren’t.
I’m just not afraid anymore.
For I am behind this unknown brightness.

I am blinded by the light this creature elicits.
It saved me under water.
I am worried.
When it’s brightness wears off,
Will it have the same killer fangs?
Will it squirt poison too?
Will it kill me too?
Or will it just continue to take me away?
From this trench of mosters I am in?

For now, Iam just grateful for it’s existence.
I survived for a bit more!
I survived for now.

Ooops!

You destroyed her limbs because you thought it’s diseased.

The pain you have caused her was unbearable.

Huh, she will not grow her limbs back.

She will develop wings.

She will soar high.

And oh, she forgot to tell you,

FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!

23 April 2017

The more of them I meet,
The more I lose grip on who you are.
Will you ever exist?
Have you already existed?
They all look like you from a far,but,
No one can steal Me away, the way you do.
Man of my dreams and life,
I have yet to meet,
AGAIN?