Carbon monoxide, weathering against clefts
Let go off, habitual detonation
Shriek and holler, read minds, contrive complexities in plastic agonist
Fireplaces for the weak, disguise tragedies with teenage rage
Crayons and pretence, purposelessly drew hurricane in craze
Pick up, the unbecoming of the day
phantoms un-generated, herds of sheep, harsh touches and soft countenance
tore down relics of cataclysmic triviality, captured seconds
Dressed up for pity, disinfect mockery while
traversing accelerating train tracks and
Flummoxed, clarity, magicians toppling astronomic solitude
Cringe crash crack cast, collide, the black
Asylums of normality, riveted by two moons, once
Alive dead, feed sensitivity to deprived hounds
Dousing the world of two with perpetual ecstasy
Symphony of derangement, void
liberated us, liberate not us
Withdrawals and flashbacks, continuity and promiscuity
Shooting galleries, strollers possess no better fantasies than ours
Rejection of speech, profound ridicule redecorate the blueprint of our artistic specialties
Languish languish, eliminate systems with daily dose of heaven,
luxury of prayers
the poorest of pain and
barring, rigging desolation with abstraction,
found rules in fateful
There’s some kind of addictive mystery in the passing of time, some kind of irreplaceable beauty in the fluidity of moments. It is a sort of charm that is particular to the observance of the flight of seconds, a helpless sight of the accumulation of self-loath, and an awareness of the formation of revelations and the departure of skies.
It is a meditative serenity that often propel minds towards a rumination of unreturned beings, recreations of unreturned moments, and imitations of unreturned sensitivity towards human emotions. It is also the sentimental geometry of void, in the colour of tranquility and the sound of ocean blue, that is, however, resistant towards futile disturbance, harsh progress, or any irrelevant form of force.
It is an unfathomable spectrum of vibrance that heals itself above the surface of earth, without struggling with the philosophical question of heaven, or obsessing over the favorable existence of pandemoniums. It is, moreover, beyond literal language, but does not cease to immerse all souls into the impalpable curse of extravagant metaphors and the invasive hymn of figurative speech.
It does not fail to retain the capability of bestowing suffocation upon minds, or to cast upon torsos the experience of falling from the infinite heights of mountains. Yet, before the return of any sort of human consciousness, skulls are often, as they are destined to be, smashed into the gruesome ground of stones.
All you will be able to recall is, perhaps, the way unpleasant screams gradually traumatise the running child, the manner in which the scrap of wound frightens the newborn infant. But all they will reiterate is the way blood is left forgotten among the passage of beings and the passage of time.
In this moment, where all worldly matter become unfathomable, you will be allowed to let go of meaning. In this moment, where all vile hearts become gentle, you will loosen the grip of pain. And, in this one last moment, you will be persuaded to let go of your current obsession of last words, or your imagination of flamboyant funerals.
The only certainty will rest in the unstoppable flow of time, the darkness among brightness, and the beauty among condemnations, who will draft a genuine poetry of insanity, a peaceful paragraph of death, and, one day, some sheer words of anguish and pain, just as I and my soul did, on one drunken night of the day.
May the sky caress you in a language we do not speak
May the clouds traverse the border of your world and ours
May the tranquility of blue complement the all-encompassing colour of your precious mind
May you rest not in peace but in the nuance of your childhood dreams and the vibrance of your everlasting words
Good night is not a tearful farewell but a mindful celebration of our togetherness and your love
Good night my friend, goodnight my dearest friend
Have the most beautiful night until the end of time and until the awaited day of our reunion
It is always easier to put the blame on others, especially on politicians, because it takes us no more than five seconds to express hatred.
Try blaming ourselves today.
Try putting the burden on ourselves and take little actions today. We do not have to start Black Lives Matter to be an activist. Activism is just about spreading ideas and taking action on ideas.
Activism is human.
To I myself, being an activist is merely about attempting to understand what being a human being means. Being an activist entails a humble recognition that we are not the center of the world and a realization of our greed and fragility. Being an activist also means that we still strive to work towards redeeming our own crime despite how futile some efforts may feel.
After all, activism is just self-reflection.
This wall was my activism a month ago. No it did not save Palestine or Hong Kong. But if it taught at least one more person on this campus about something or motivated at least one more person to spend two minutes a day to read about the occupation, it still IS activism.
Beyond Hong Kong, Palestine, and the US, I hope we all are building towards our common human project of saving the dying bits of humanity and attempting to talk to human apathy in the midst of the growth of isolationist policies. It attempts to talk and it is waiting to be heard every day.
I tell myself this every day – be patient and take baby steps. We don’t have to care about the whole world – no one can. Let’s admit that we are barely taking care of ourselves. Care about ourselves, our family, our friends, and plus just ONE extra thing for now and act on it.
That’s all I ask tonight from myself and from people who still feel human inside them somewhere.
I am not cool. Bernie Sanders isn’t either. Caring about politics and acting on issues aren’t “cool.” It is just human. Don’t make “corrupt politics” our excuse to be apathetic. Politics isn’t corrupt – we are.
Let us blame ourselves once more tonight and turn the passivity of blame into practical actions tomorrow. Goodnight my fellow human beings who read through the above.