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A Pixel Luvin’ Life

Lovely heart, you know so much
adventures made me lost a part
two hearts remain, I lost them too…
it’s time to press restart

Awesome brain you fixed a lot
of puzzles, boss fights, killing shots
those colossi we killed them too
such lovely twisted plots

When I’m tired adventuring
this world of ours, this charming space
I press game start and jump straight in
with pixilated grace

The Prologue of a Sinful Murder

I will make you scream my name

over

and over

and over again

I will shatter your mind

and crush your lungs

with the movement of my hips

and the swaying of my tongue

I will make you scream my name

my darling

you have been warned

Pure White

You are the silence that weaves music
the stillness that brings movement
you are grace personified

You are the night sky that I’ve been trying
with my words to paint and capture
yet no brush can even paint

your shades
your hues
your colors
your blues

and my heart
and my love
well
they tremble for you

And I know it in my soul
you are the art I’ve been looking for
and this lifetime will come to pass
mastering you

Smoke Flowers

smoke flowers cigarette man

i heard her say to me

light up and smoke flowers oh dreamer

its the season to smoke flowers you see

smoke flowers smoke flowers smoke flowers

smoke flowers oh wonderful mind

smoke flowers until you reach the stars

smoke flowers until you find…

the dreams you sought of chandeliers

of space princesses and galaxies

of slivers and mirrors and crystal lakes

of minstrels and mysteries

smoke flowers oh cigarette man

smoke flowers and fly with me

towards the skies with aeroplanes

towards your love for me

smoke flowers smoke flowers smoke flowers

smoke flowers oh wonderful mind

smoke flowers to quench your wandering lust

smoke flowers until you find…

the matchstick to light your shadows

the lemon to bite your tea

the honey to add a bit of spice

what are your thoughts of me?

smoke flowers oh love

smoke flowers she whispered

smoke flowers and stay with me

smoke flowers and bite my lips and tongue

smoke flowers and let them see

smoke flowers then suck the blood that trickled

smoke flowers then lick my wounds

smoke flowers then add some more of hurting

smoke flowers then make it good

smoke flowers oh love

smoke flowers…

smoke flowers then stay with me.

The Spaceman

When I was young grownups would always tell me that I’m meant to be king,
of course when you were a kid you’d literally think they know everything,
but now I’m older,
I realize the world is colder than warm,
the curse they passed on their words
brought me nothing but losses and harm

I aimed higher, i brought them everything a good son could give
I toiled, studied, and followed orders like its my last day to live
now its a shame
look what I turned and became, a dreamer
the dude who wont settle down
wont be that king with a crown
he’s just a dreamer
its sad because i know what I lost
somewhere love got left behind between them bridges i crossed

Now I’m a spaceman soaring towards the sun
I’m letting go of my graviton velcro shoes
perhaps i need someone to hold me down
hold me down before I”m gone

Now I’m drifting off course blinded by the glare from the sun
the blinking lights on the panel means that my oxygen’s gone
now here I am
floating on space higher than anyone i know
my dreams propelled me up here
and now its killing me slowly

Being alone makes you realize how much on life you have missed
things you endured and ignored, things you crossed out of the list
those supernovas,
those kisses shared between you and her
the warmth that no star can give
will make your world spin and blur

but then again I’m really scared to try and wish it all back
for i know what i am which also means I know what i lack
i lack gravity
the moment i jump straight back to the sparks
i’ll simply drift off away
so i’m better off with the sharks

But it cant be helped i guess I’m really born to be what I am
born to be moving to be floating to be lost and be damned
I’m scared of love
the thought that I’d be falling back down
all this “falling in love” business
makes me want to move town

Perhaps one day my path will lead me floating straight back to earth
after I’m tired pursuing dreams and i hope to god it’ll be worth it
but love wont wait
There’s no love for those who traveled off far
I hope i’ll burn on my re-entry
as a bright falling star

See I’m a spaceman shooting straight to the sun
and I’m zipping and spinning out of control
perhaps i need someone to hold me down
hold me down before I’m gone again

Come and take my hand dear
I will take you away
up to the exosphere
for a night and day

I will show you our world
like you’ve never seen before
to where falling stars swirl
with the music you adore

come take my hand dear
I will take you to space
if its flying that you fear
then make that hold an embrace

The Space Race

So tell me one more time, lady of space
this game that we are playing,
would you call it a race?

If winning is your goal, fail not to dream
this pulsar that I’m holding
can bring out a stream

of wave that can lift you up
of power that can melt your heart
of thoughts that can woe your mind
of light that can burn you blind

This game that we are playing
why call it a race?
For I am here to walk beside you
with guiding embrace

Space Groove Luvin

Back seat, that is where we are going
just you and your space-boy
let go of your space-toys for I’m taking you away

Breath in, let’s fog up this rocket-ship
hold on to the blast doors
I’ll do you on all fours, and make you scream my name

You can feel the engines tremble
You can feel the room shake
I can feel your lips tremble
I can feel your legs shake

The Weapon

Even with his senses numbed, Isaac was able to feel his room tremble to life. The sudden vibrating sonata did not only fill his quarters with a steady mechanical hum, it also shattered his serene thoughts.

Outside, he can hear Oswald’s high pitch orders. The gnome was at it again, this was already Gimos’ third helm test run for the night, and from the annoyance of gnome’s voice, the assassin can tell that it won’t be the last. From the last time they talked, or rather, from the last time he listened to one of Oswald’s chattering monolog, the gnome found a way to maximize Gimos’ speed by synthesizing arcane power with the use of crystal filters retrofitted via an elvish box furnace. Slowly, Isaac opened his eye and shut the lid of lamp in front of him.

He stood up from lotus position and without a word, picked up the silver lamp and placed it carefully on top of his desk. He sniffed and inhaled deeply, making sure to fill his lungs with the haze that the lamp was spewing. It was burning oil with a drop of hemlock and a pinch of nightmare vapor power.

In his head, he silently recited a poem:

“He gathered all the springs to birth,

From the many-venomed earth;

First a little, thence to more,

He sampled all her killing Store.”

This was his silent mantra, his anchor to the plains of living, a set of words that kept him from fading into the depths of oblivion as he train his body for poison immunity.

If not of the Gimos’ humming, he would have continued his meditation. There was a lot to reflect about, a lot to consider, for a lot had happened from the past week. He had retained his memory as a bard, he had seen himself in action, in a point of view where he had no control whatsoever, his actions were unconscious yet precise…even calculated, the absence of his true self did not hinder him from accomplishing his mission, it was his first time to try this method, and he was successful. Too successful.

He coughed.

He stared at his palms and watch his fingers tremble. Fear? Yes.

He is scared.

Scared of himself for he had truly become what he had always wished for, what he had always worked for.

A weapon.

The sudden knocking on his door pulled him back from his introspection.

He rubbed both hands and turned towards the door. “Come in.”

Last Night

Last night I wanted to die
under the bright night-sky
I bared my soul and waited for
the scythe of sweet goodbye

But like the flowing of time
Death’s touch is too sublime
to be abused for wonder’s sake
and so I was declined

Yin and Yang

She fears the ocean’s deep unknown
he loves the midnight sky
She hates the night, he dreams of space
these things they cant deny

He craves for dim sum everyday
she’s sick of eating those
She’s always prompt, he’s always late
yet still they make things glow

These elements they spin so fast
two colors deep entwined
Two shades of different hues and thoughts
far minds, yet so aligned

She’s courtly, cultured, elegant
He’s reckless like a boy
His words are laced with eloquence
Her tactless words destroy

Two elements they spin so fast
two people deep entwined
Two destinies colliding for
a dream, both deaf and blind

Wake the wonders

This world is filled with poetry
swirling movements made of art
this world that boxes lazy dreams
deep inside our sleeping hearts

we’re meant to fly, yes you and me
but where to point? where to go?
which star to fly? which moon to land?
who to bring? with whom to grow?

questions…questions we failed to ask
our little selves when we were young
back then we knew the universe
its secrets written on our tongues

This world is filled with poetry
swirling movements made of art
let us unbox our lazy dreams
and wake the wonders in our hearts