The Ocean Blue
The blueish ocean is not permanently blue
With plastic and wisdom wasted in the water
To witness the truth but find no clue
Lying in the ocean choked by the last glue
Setting of no where but with the Death to deter
The blueish ocean is not permanently blue
It narrates its sad story of the choked death’s blue
With its endless depth shrouding the homeless sufferer
Of the ocean stage, where marine animals sadly rue
It screams and roars and turns down the current
Thousands of giants, of whom its calves diminish
The blueish ocean is not permanently blue
It drowns the dead, under the ocean liner
They no longer live, as are slew,
There is no way to undo, to save the sufferer
But marine animals will have to stay in the blue
Plastic and poison will still master
The blueish ocean is not permanently blue
Humans see it and feel it and do it no good.
To the grown-up
I can see a child growing into a man glowing across the globe
I can see a child sending off the light beams across the moon
I can see him drowning deep in the ocean
With his mouth salivating like a waterfall
I can see him striding on the tiptop of waves
Singing lullaby to the shores
I can sense all his scents
From all organic living or dead
The eternal scents he possesses
The dirt of the grave
The blood of the fish
The marine skeletons under the Earth
You say I am blind
You say I am insane
But I am indefinable
Only he knows that
I am not what you say
As I define him all along
Let time undig the grave
Wash off the blood
And tell you what he is
He is the glowing man
He is the growing child
He is an eternal being of the Earth
Sharing sunshine and the sea
To those who are living beneath
From me to you is a screen
Close it up as an instant dream
To whom one can tell which is dear
To dear ones one knows the love is deep
To gratitude we embrace the sun as we can, we dare
To empathy we share the good vibe as we love, we care
To a day we wake up sans fear of shedding tears
Since there will be friends who wipe them off and lend their ears
Who carry our heavy souls and free them on the road
Who bury our burden deep and hand us a safety rope
Till then, we know we stand with the sun
千言万语入心
碎片记忆随形
爱之言语千万形
故仅可塑以葡形
藤蔓缠绕随身
葡酒将饮无尽
与你共颂生音
北国八月至今
光影陪伴成长
同行交错合离
深汲土壤之养分
身心沉醉于呼吸
好似我逍遥天地间
望眼于你交织彼此
Each tree's death diminishes me.
For I age in the soil,
Deeper as it grows.
Therefore, each collapse,
Strikes me deep in the soul.
Min krop är inte min
Min makt är inte min
Min rätter är inte min
Det spelar ingen roll
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My body is not my body
My land is not my land
My right is not my right
It doesn’t matter
A disruptive vision. A disrupted vision
Human needs. Conflicts.
Human needs. Conflicts.
Human needs to fulfill human needs.
Conflicts. Human conflicts.
Conflicts. Human conflicts.
Conflicting humans with conflicts.
When the world is as pale as as these words,
When the world is bleached by the greenwash,
I don’t recognize it any more.
The world is a sheet of blank paper.
Painting vision makes funny.
Blank paper does no vision.
When the brain of the paper is crispy,
Like chips cracking between fingers,
We don’t need a vision.
Blank paper has no vision.
选择
一生中我有多少需要
或者想要选择的时候
可是，我不能够
所以，默默地我学会
把这些选择的机会
留给自己
因为我知道
这些机会
来了便不再有
走了即无处寻
我去追寻
心中痴痴的念想
心中隐隐的渴望
终究又是到了选择的时刻
Lay down, my dear
Time to rest, no more fear
Ingenting ska bryta dig
För att jag vill alltid vara med dig
I will hold your hand till
the end of the road
My beats will tune with yours
as we travel
You shall nourish the tree
growing within you now
So when you are long gone
it will flourish anyhow
I will make sure to ground
the bench you favor
As I will always do to visit you
as nightfalls shiver
When I am gone too
the tree shall live on
When the lights are out
the night will sing on
“Ingenting ska bryta dig,
För att jag vill alltid vara med dig”