Chinhooi Zhenhui

Watching the sea watching the sails honeysuckles and hummingbirds zoomed in i see miscellaneous life when sunlight gilds the morning the tower rings out solitude a little monster runs through the jungle and leaves the smell of danger i sit alone within my own soul tracing my shame and anger in truth i am my own orphan living on a tiny asteroid mauve romance of lilacs melted into blank oblivion i watch the sunset and the night i gaze at the stars and moon and clouds moving overhead finally i see a picture a digital monster sitting atop a young man's brave heart.

 Blood pressure struck by waves heartbeat high up as the reef prolongation of the sound of seawater small boat drifts beyond the boundary of the tempest empty and wide far and miles away distance of autumn picked up by the lens  we fully expressed by ambrosial azure of the paradise the rip tides inside gradually pacify.  

Bypassing the low wall asking for a historical clue from a quaint corroded gate entering garden of reeds crescent pond withered leaves background is wintry amid the elegant layout of great old building a row of lanterns discolored under the eaves like an ellipsis telling of the gardening style ideology and culture horizontal houses left and right air raid shelter behind then turn back toward the hall going down the lane quiet compound of ancient times stuck in the wound of war of the resistance.

 The chronicle said the sign of the rise of a phoenix is dark dark is the extinguishing of lamp after lamp the withering of ivy the hardening of ice dark is the misty bewildering length of the night dark is demons dancing and taunting wildly dark is the seed of despair beneath the tundra the sleeping soil in the dead of winter the elements came and told the phoenix rising is gold like purified skies like gleaming lighthouse like gorgeous nutriment of summer like outflow of sunrise like spring in the thick of north then it's understood the rise of a phoenix is the revival of all things reawakening of the soul poem of consciousness the cleansing crest of love.

 Precious sword of cyan bronze the power of which unmatched as poems of mythology always tend they never tell you the final answer like the five greats he suffered from east to west he ran and searched through battles and ambushes they keep coming up but the eventual green spirit and heart disappeared like the dearly departed a return to mundane ashes and dust only despair surges to the surface the answer is actually simple it is in the midst of his throes first, the swordplay of Jade Maiden second, the toad skill and serpent staff  third, the dog beating staff technique fourth, the time flicking skill fifth, the melancholic palm  one of the five is a riddle waiting to be solved as is the world  waiting to be saved evil waiting to be destroyed the countdown to the choice  is on the godly condor splits the peak the earth turns to peace the secluded rainbow of romance will streak  across the clarity of the victory.

 Life  what does it look like many have thought about it inks and papers have been used up to describe it even now  it's difficult to explain it roundly some would say life is a flower so beautiful and fragrant but flowers are fleeting so fleeting that it makes people melancholic  some people say life is honey it's a thick flowing liquid  and you can taste the bitterness of it that makes you weep sometimes some compare life to a mountain trail it's long and winding and rugged but that's not absolute there are those who don't need to walk it i remember a poem once it likened life to a vast ocean but no one has ever thought about this in great detail that even the biggest ocean can't hold the weight that is life well i guess life is life in this vague earthly planet life is both the same and different from others so real and yet,   so unsure there is light and darkness light is the bright sun for instance and darkness filthier than the gutter there is lo...

Sometimes they're out and about on the edge of the woodland sometimes they're not in early winter they take the last few bites  of the grass that's left with their heads down a flock of sheep the horns on their heads gently harms  the skin of the earth the sheep are scrambling the marching order is a little chaotic the shepherd woman begins to yell the field of vision is not wide open i can still see the gray wolfhound staring majestically under the poplar tree that's lost its leaves  suddenly it snarls and runs towards the rattled flock suddenly the swollen formation shrinks the status quo was quickly restored and the shepherdess, the dog and the sheep began another round of silence.

 On this fulcrum a finger moves the globe in this small space a blue sky supplies colored clouds and fog no observances of dialogs no rubric of seminars exercise the thew of mind that's the straightforward tagline poetry, essays, compositions, photography, multimedia cascade from the wellspring of the heart giving it your best self to inspire others talk about current affairs on the shelves paint some life publish some thoughts this elegant style unites he, she, me and you them and us and the whole world too.

In a secluded place there's a little house of mine where the wind the rain lightning and dark clouds sunrise and evening stars snails and orioles sakura and snow swallows and spring breeze orchids and autumn friends and foes loved ones and strangers all the people i know from the books you and the flowers of dream and time had come and gone like a little letter carrier.

The east the eternal east you were here when i came you're still here when i left the sun rises from here cloaked in full armor of gold it walks up to the sky from the cerulean waves of the sea going the same way toward same direction every day rolling its blazing flames until dusk eventually sleeps on the sandy shores of silver if i had a sailing boat i would go to the coast of eastern glow when the sun rests on seabed i'd get there get the glory load it at the break of dawn from then on i will have no worries i will start work at sunrise and return home at sunset ecstatic smiling sending warm greetings to everyone around me i want them to be as inspired i want to leave samples of happy keep the flora that's sappy build an immortal temple for the divine deities of different times i want to tell everyone the story of the eastern ocean the story my ancestors told i want to tell it like they did i have found the brilliant eastern realm may they find similar truer happiness th...

 Very little sleep he gets  in recent days he doesn't always crave sleep he's just plagued by fatigue amidst the chaos of time and space no passing cars would take him away boarding a grey-green plain bus  he is relieved however the bus never stops no matter where it passes such a trite scenario really happened in his brain the anxiety was real passing through the grand canyon it was real the disconsolate passengers it was all real the bus didn't stop until he opened his eyes  and woke up by accident the other half of him getting out out of bed slowly turning on some light entering a new day of life not surprised by what was taken away from him he already believed that no matter where he was he could never get out of the destiny  of his childhood.

Standing on top of a tall building looking down on the semi dark city perhaps this is too high a sense of crisis arises cold wind blows  my hair cold from within flows  out my eyes a driving force spurring  me on times are changing fast that's the message i got from the landscape the concrete forest  is full of wild and hungry beasts i think i have to survive pointless hedonism has been abandoned it's time to act the end is either  destruction or redemption well that's matter of the future. 

A vector that runs from negative infinity to positive it strings everything from past to present if you abide by its line you can find the roots that have gone astray you can find the future that lies ahead time is a paintbrush that smudges green on the field then turns it yellow meanwhile time is a magic wand that changes everything it makes leaves marcescent it makes flowers fragrant time is a fountain it nourishes the hearts of lovers it makes their affections grow stronger and deeper  but at the same time it's also a powerful carving knife it wears down the grievances smooths the differences between people engraves all the beauty on their minds time is a touchstone it exposes those  things that only shine outwardly restores their former tones  time is a good unguent it heals all the pain and wounds leaving only happiness, wellness and hope time is the overlord of all societies it brings some down lifts some up in fact time is a merciless killer it will bury everyth...