It was like Deja Vu
I saw it coming
yet I didn't want to see...
The open heart stay neutral
yet the scorned cancerous brain remain rural.
Somewhere along the way...
cards will turn.

Somehow I'm starting to sense some crap somewhere
I think at some point... there ain't any point in explaining certain issues or even to say offer anything...
Doesn't seem to be worthwhile in the first place.
Especially when it trigger adverse reaction.
It doesn't pay to be bothering about the well being of others sometimes.

If that's the case...might as well F***ing screw it.

Basically now it brings me to some feeling that
there some people who simply just got too much air to be held that in such a way
seemingly can't accept the pure fact that one has to take on some learning process.
As if the foundation doesn't have to be built for a stable building block.
That no matter how much I care about knocking good info into the head...
it just bounces out like a thick numb skull...
Yet again too afraid to feedback even alittle bit, but fang screw your ass from the other end.
Otherwise it would be a harbouring cancer waiting to explode.

Putting in a few levels for thought...
"reaching your hands into a black box to save a calling serpent...
gets you totally no where. You don't see what's inside, you don't know what you're saving"

My utter disappointment I must say...
coz I think what I've been seeing is just a pure mask...

oh well...what's the point of it all....what's the point...huh?...

~watching the trail of broken petals
from a pair of asian flowers
one after another as I pick...
each tatter tells a story.
partial wonder and mostly sad.
What am I to say
But to put in nature's way...
Yet most often than not...
it's the hand that once plucked and caressed in care...
but the index points to the storm right there
the blame and cause of the petals torn~

What you thought you learnt well..
What you thought you saw well...
it may just merely be a shell.
Where within the core,
what one day arises,
others will see and everything once built is just fallen rubbish.
Brought to a forcing needle point...
will the colours of poison be shown
alittle more push could surface an in grown worm within...
digging into the ruins of the hollow hearted.

You know who you are...
The more silent you become
the more obvious it shows
yet when the voicing is ever done...
all around will know...