Fly Infinitely

Words are jumping around
Words pop out
Flying words pass by

The seeds of Words
The seeds of faith
Birth out
More words juice out of
The fruits of
The seeds of words
In my heart and mind
As I
Fly with words of poetry
Dabble in words of poetry
Play with words of poetry
Fly in the clouds of poetry

Fly . . . in . . . the midst of
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
My Lord Jesus Christ
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Living the Bible
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
The Truth
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Living in this life

Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly
Flutter . . . Flutter . . . Flutter

Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 6 July 2013 at 1:30am

The image of me flying in the midst of the clouds of poetry gave me the sense of freedom of expressions and release of emotions.

Wish to Fly

Deep within me
Wish to be free
Free to fly
Fly like a bird

Like the birds flying
Flying to the sky
Flying in the sky
Sipping in fresh air
. . .

Fly! Fly! Fly!

Inspiration On: Wednesday, 8 May 2013 from 4:01am to 4:11am

This began in me with the line, “deep inside of me” as the words flowed out describing my feelings of being locked like a caged bird. Freelance work isn’t smooth. Struggling to get project. My parents returned to home country then back here. To and fro many times limiting me to go out.

把刀放下!Put the Knife Down!






In the room
Feet clasps key holder
Put your feet down!
Don’t be a koala.

Enter the room
Palms grab onto cosmetic container
Pull back your hands!
Put your hands down!

Walk into the kitchen
Small palm grabs a knife
Put the knife down!
Knife flies and plunges into the sink.

Walk into the kitchen again
Small palm grabs a knife
Put the knife down!
Knife flies and plunges into the sink.

Inspiration On: Monday, 15 October 2012 at 10:20pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 16 October 2012 at 1:42am
Revised On: Wednesday, 17 October 2012 at 2:50pm

It all started whenever my toddler uses both of his legs to clasp the mini-figurine tied to a key. A key that is plugged into my dad’s drawer. My mother let him does it. Upon entering my parents’ room and see him does so, I often respond, “把脚放下”.

Somehow on Tuesday night, those words sounded like, “把刀放下”. Other words popped out to fill in the blanks as my memory remembers his other dangerous actions. Taking my mother’s make up powder, broken make up lotion, and even grabbed a knife from inside the spoon and fork container and immediately throw it onto the floor. Everything he does was found out when I appear. All these happened before he turned two years old while he was with his grandmother. But she wasn’t like that when I was young. She loving yet firm. I just don’t understand her.

Welcome to Dreamland

Saying goodbye to
The reality world
The dream world
Greets welcome upon
Entering the dreamland

A fantasy world
A world of
Our unconscious mind
To become a
Person we always
Want to be.
Flying in the
Light blue sky
Watching from above
The high mountains
The fiery mountains
The snowy mountains

Enjoying breezing wind
From the beach
From the seashore
Passing by greeneries
Full of plantations
Jump into forests
Plucking up fruits
Plucking up mushrooms
Plucking up flowers
Without any realization
Lost in woods

Dreamland suddenly shakes
With loud rings
Dream world fades
The conscious world
Welcomes us back
Upon eyes open
Ringing alarm clock
Beside our bed
Body on bed

Inspiration On: Sunday, 23 September 2012 from 11:02pm to 11:18pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 24 September 2012 at 3:35pm

As I was going to sleep, my visual imagination began to run wild and I got fascinated with the dream world leading to the birth of the above poetry. The existent of alarm clock was added on Monday.