goddess of chaosstands between two rivers,one's called the sane;the other, the madness.she offers the ancient wineto those who are worthy,and shows them the highest artof becoming insane completely.no one ever drank her winewould want the wine of any other kind.for there's an amazing power in it,it make those who see blind,and those who can hear deaf.and a mute once acknowledgedhe was cured by her from his talkativeness.all those healed call themselves blessed,for without the curse of this mad goddess,no one can escape the doom of freedom.no one had attained to the summit of insanity.no one had tasted the spring of frenzy.except those who were sealed by her sticky tongueand bathed in her delicious fart.don't attempt to shut me up,i'm not sane, or healthy,for i regard her turbidityas my only source of felicity.if you don't believe what i said,please give a nose to my body,it still sends out the fragrance of her crazy.
very short,yet very fascinating,each line tells a broken story,only clue is left therelike a riddlewaiting for her true loverto unveil her innermost beauty.
i dreamed a dream last night,
and i become a sower in a field,
a field i never saw,
a field of rich soil.
i sowed seeds many a lot,
till the shedding of the moon light.
i sowed them by day,
and watered them by night,
and prayed in my heart,
that they'd all bear good fruit.
i prayed and prayed,
till the first bud sprouted,
in surprise i shouted,
"the first born!"
then a miracle happened,
all the seeds were all wakened up
raising their little heads,
and smiling like little kids.
the sun was over my head,
pouring his light like mad.
but all the buds loved the warm air,
bathing with their body bare.
and i prayed i could be like them,
that i could experience the same,
thus i prayed, and dreamed,
and lo! between the buds,
a new one comes,
smiling like a child,
raising his head up,
taking the sap of that great light.
the bond----dedicated to che57vywordless
we are on both sides.
between us
a river runs.
and your smile
is the gentle swirls.thanks again for commenting on my blog~--hope you have a good day.
a warmhearted reply ----dedicated to boulvard, the warmhearted commentera warmhearted reply
like an eternal sunshine,
illuminated my gloomiest night,
and dawned all my why.
a comment is a gentle wind
----dedicated to the comment of morninglight
a comment is a gentle wind,it wakes up the dead from their bed,and makes them never want to sleep at night.a comment is a gentle wind,it makes alive the seed in the mud,and let it sprout its first tender bud.a comment is a gentle wind,it stirs the water in the quiet pool,and then it will never be calmed down anymore.a comment is a gentle wind,it expels away the heavy cloud over my heart,and then pours down the shiniest sunshine on the thirsty land.a comment is a playful elf,it appears where you never expected,for it becomes unpredictable as soon as you want to catch her.
How can i desire more --- dedicated to morninglight your comment is the first reply i received on this website, thanks a millionhow can i desire more, when your reply is already the blessing from heaven?
how can i desire more, when every word of you seems diamond?
how can i desire more, when the cold spell casted by the witch of indifference had been broken by your heart-warming voice?
how can i desire more, when the darkest night is pierced through by the lightning of your shining smile?
how can i desire more, when the disease of loneliness is cured by your potion of loveliness?
how can i desire more, when miracle is like myth in the eyes of all the mortals?
how can i desire more, when magic has already lost its original charm in this time of fake banknote?
how can i desire more?
how can i desire more?
how can i desire more?
but a little voice betrayed me in the innermost place of my heart, it shouted desperately-----
yes more and more.....
blessed are those who could drink the raindrop from the morninglight.