when heaven fell

when heaven fell
earth flattens
one dimension desert
in constant away eradication

the instinctual fear of nothing
depresses me forth
as i watch rear soil
erodes to void

only to reach
an eventual demise
without horizon on an edge
await for the void

croissant

we let it thread to veil
where light avow
those trivial crossing

stacks and layers
to chunked accumulation
walling between us

mould to the shape
of partial-eclispe
two ends sees eye to eye

baking in friction
from the ignition
our erratic medley ignites

to crisp golden
alluring warm glow
fragility in a bite

be real? fuck you

be real be real, what do you mean?

and you obey some psychotic brags
who wrote up a creative book named law
and took up a job that bores you cold
believing as if 'tis the destiny of man

as you cling to fantasies of greedy men
with faith that their dreams are true
how blatantly false are you for uttering
whats real but live in another's dream

be real be real, i'll tell you whats real

you're a phony refusing the truth
living in submission and waves a flag celebrating

who's living in a fantasy?
that's you

pro-

myraids of premade-awareness
strays suffering in citadels
blowing false-trumphet
licking unmeltable ice-cream
letting in flacid bananas

unaware?

your fetus excrements they are
let them be shat as shit
before they become
a self-gratifying
self-crowned royalty like ye

have pity for premade-awareness!
chance their senses a raise
bestow them knowledge to differentiate
to peace your fetus!

 all hail jesus!

if we live forever

if we live forever
my love
may remain unrequited
may wait eternal
shy in immortal chance
in halcyon devotion
without pressing passion
or desire to conquer;

to conquer your
provocative strut
as strutting i do too
for lest rejection
ever chance i would wait
til perfection my front
with an ultimate charming
introductory line
as true as my desire

but if we live forever
nothing can be ultimate
and should you not linger near
given, even infinite chances
i may not find one
in rain of random droplets

thus my love
will never be understood
and me be eternally haunted
by regrets.
so bless you the fleeting life!
for evoking the vital
i shall wait no longer!

Beautifully bias

the state of soul
perception of whole
 assimilation
change

as stars can sparkle
when love occurs
or stars can gloom
alone in distant
amid forlorn shade

like equal tune sounds
on different instrument
mirthful voila
melancholic cello
in g major

the deaths of a thousand
or your love
you choose
the sun over stars
for oblivion may
you reject to dwell

beautifully bias
 love~~~

WEEEEEE

\o/  q    
  Q /wl  
  X   Y  

 \o/
  O.q
   i /L

Where are you kindred?

does gray-shade-film appreciator live
are there subtlety seeker remaining?
detective art of reading inbetween;
lost in raw write solved but skipped imagine

progressive force in atmospheric noir
shadow casts terror and panic subtle
random smoke draws desire abstract but clear
senses constant expands pops as bubble

has overused colors made us purblind
elementary riddles made us smart
shadows has become but the raylight's bind
and fresh mysteries are on a-la-carte

   in this isle of bore array, in dismay
   finding you, who sees hues in shade of gray

bigot

who does not be charm by heartwrench-romance?

of crossed-lovers amid jealous villains

as audience will take protagonist stance

love-obstructor evokes jeer in millions

injured love birds struggles to find, to fly

seperated one, halves seeks wholly be

tangled amid tall weeds obstructing flight 

doleful hearts wishes for them complete, freed 

yet off-screen reenact, crowds disbelieve

skeptics of love so pure or jealousy?

some be evil let tall weeds dwell uncleave

though spotlight unto, their love unblemished

       unyielding tears flows free staged phantasy

       parched eyes villains sneers off-screen fantasy

's block x ?

poet's
self indulgence-
o boiling o frozen

philospher
contradicts-
beauty in every

child's
question-
water ice vapor?

surrealist's
colon-
excrement

realist's
bummer-
a job required

relativist
lingers-
relates

anthologist's
sanity-
ytinas

torment o torment

water<>vapor
water<>ice

meta-

swiveling round flux spiral
of meta-atoms whirling
by god's mystical pivot
heightened senses
sense microscopic transitions

as the pendulum swings
in celestial momentum
atoms metamorphose to universe
the sun delivers photons forth
energizing miniscule existence

amoebas makes pure love
in boiling revelry
of random meta-sexual strangers
melts in innocent affection
fusing for senses revolution

elements are in
gravititional celebration
as ocean waves summons wind
gentle breeze makes fire dance
the flaming waltz of birth

the moon signals juncture for rest
as it embraces earth
with her hyponotic quilt
in invigorating shade of black
for cometh the morrow, love

as the pendulum swings
in celestial momentum
passing seasons, chapters&verses
carbons weaves in magical motion
delivers elegance in variance

as the pendulum swings
in celestial momentum
we are here this moment
as a peerless glimpse
for the immortal process of novelty

the morning shines
river radiates the sun's glimmer
clouds form into dreamy structures
trees exhale virginal scent
and love's fingers caresses my hair
awareness- orgasm

Home/House

Home, it was you and I made alive.
We coated it wholly of enlivening hues,
why now, gloom-spectrum looms?

My heart, and the oak pendulum clock,
in duet of a mournful resonance,
reverberates in our hollow home.

The distant willow, quondam full of life,
now without our words combine, deserted
as if a lost beauty dreary, foraging for love.

Chain smoking, tobacco was bitter foul.
Is without flavour of witch's elixer,
alleviate, waft my sorrow aloft in vapour.

Nystagmus vision, a bliss when you reside,
home dances along with your balletic movements.
Cursed, as my sight wanders off, in the barren house.

House, is without us.

god-Esque entertainment

Neither for justice
nor for revenge
beyond good and evil
neither derived
nor influenced
esoteric pleasure
'tis true artist intuition
trait of the purest
murder, is of nature's art
appreciation for god

Influence of ego
derivation of night and day
words poses on stagnant realm
never reaching the heavens
left to flow on babeldom
in the stream of winners--

deaths oft mundane
sheltered in pseud havens
surrenders to time
lay helpless- cliche
observer's tears uninspired
like the common rain
dries, evaporates, forgotten

Forgo earthly credence
let there be-without answer
paint mortal realm, innocence
of abstract philo-sophie

massacre mans--
of righteous, of evil
let their blood be
the sacrificial shower
for the path to be beyond human
transcending to one with nature
lies in the eradication
of mortal's balance

receive god's equilibrium
perceive god-esque amusement

and JUSTICE for all

fox mouth
french lipstick
read the parable--
to assasinate a cat
wear sweltering costume
even on dog days
plus, hang a flat penis
on the neck
formula for legit sound

curly headpiece
father of the house
holds a hammer for a metaphor--
authority in town!
completion for the stage
of a fair playdate

twisty wordplay
dressing of clown
entertains the crowd
round and round
the sheeps mehhhhhhh
and JUSTICE for all

CHC Scandal

http://www.straitstimes.com/The-Big-Story/The-Big-Story-1/Story/STIStory_815930.html
Quote- The Christian community avowedly disapproves of any misuse of funds, including any money raised by or given to churches 

Yea right, which circle has more contradiction than the Christianity circle itself but I'm tired of religion bashing, its rhetorical- faith is faith is faith. Everyone have their faith, theist cling on their book's faith, atheist make up their own faith.

If the directly affected have no issue with how their money are spent, I don't see what's the crime- funny to see the dumb masses so worked up.
To think of it, the public has no problem worshipping Idols, pouring their money on shitty idols without questioning what their Idols do with their money.
CHC is a weekly concert of shitty idols paired with "motivational" speech and have a fanbase of syt- its only fair to pay an entrance free, don't you think?
You might say those performers aren't paid but use your brain, CHC is a stage for them to perform their shitty shit only their circle of faithful friends will listen to and so they need it for many reasons-  I doubt you stooges can think of any.
Everyone wants to be entertained, everyone find entertainment in different ways and now there's a circle being entertained weekly, be happy for them.

Rather spend your time bashing CPF for you are directly affected and gain no entertainment for it.