Friday, November 27, 2009

A night without Armor, Jewel

I heard about this Poem book by Jewel since 3 years ago. I got some (about 12) audio clips of poems read by Jewel from my friends last 2 years ago. And almost last one year ago, I got 86 audio clips of poems which become lullaby for my nights. At last, I found this book!
I love most of her poems both ways of audio and written . . . Wish I can do my poems like her some days :P The followings are some poems quite similar with what I feel and that I really really like from "A Night Without Armor".




P.S.  ( by Jewel © )

I wrote you those nice
poems only because
the honest ones
would frighten you.


Sometimes
( by Jewel © )

Sometimes
I feel
my heart
    fall
to vague depths
             between
words there
are such
spaces that
I can't help
but feel
My Heart
        fall
             between
the pregnant pause
      of all you will
             not say
             and all
             I can
             not ask.


Saved from Myself
( by Jewel © )

How often I've cried out
in silent tongue
to be saved
from myself

in the middle of the night
too afraid
to move

horrified the answer
may be beyond the
capability of my
own two hands

so small

(no one should feel this alone)


You Tell Me
( by Jewel © )

It cannot be so
     you say
simple hands
cannot change
the fate of humanity.
     I say
Humanity is
a boundless,
absorbing heart
transcending
death & generations
and centuries
absorbing bullets
and stitches
and tear gas
enduring humiliation
and illegal abortions
and thankless jobs
     I say to you
the heart of Humanity
has not
and will not
be broken
And let us raise ourselves
like lanterns
with the millions of others
with the mad
and the forgotten
and the strong of heart
to shine.

မေအးေသာ ခ်မ္းတဲ့ေန႔

လင္းတယ္လို႔ ေျပာၾကတဲ့ လမ္းသြယ္ေလး
တစ္လွမ္းၿပီးတစ္လွမ္း လွမ္းခဲ့ . . .
ေအးစက္စက္အိပ္မက္ေတြနဲ႔။

အမွန္ေတြအေၾကာင္းေျပာတတ္တဲ့
တခ်ိဳ႕ေလျပည္ေတြက နံတယ္ . . .
နင့္ဥယ်ာဥ္ေလးထဲက သစ္သီးေတြလည္း မစိမ္းေတာ့ဘူးေလ။

ဒီေန႔တစ္ညေတာ့
ေရညွိေတြနဲ႔စိမ္းေနတဲ့ အုတ္ၾကမ္းျပင္မွာပဲ
တေရးတေမာ အိပ္လိုက္ေတာ့မယ္။

ရြက္ေျခာက္အိုေတြ
လမ္းမေလွ်ာက္ၾကေစနဲ႔ . . .
ရင္ကြဲသံေတြ ဆူညံလြန္းလို႔ပါ။

ျမစ္ထဲေခ်ာ္က်တဲ့
အရူးမတစ္ေယာက္လို
သမာဓိ ဆိုတာေတြက ကမူးရွဴးထိုး . . . ။

ကမၻာၾကီးရဲ့ ၂၃ မိုင္ခြဲအကြာမွာ ဆြဲခဲ့တဲ့
ကယ္တင္ေရးစီမံကိန္းေတြေပါ့ . . .
လက္ေတြ႔က်က် လြဲတယ္။

ငါေျဖခဲ့တယ္ေလ
နဂါးဆိုေပမယ့္လည္း ၿပံဳးျပခ်င္တာေပါ့
အစြယ္တစ္ေခ်ာင္းက်ဳိးေနတာကိုပဲ မသိေစခ်င္တာ . . . ။

ေလတိုက္တဲ့ေန႔ေတြကို
ကဗ်ာပံုသြင္းရင္း
ငါ့မနက္ခင္းေတြ တစ္ေယာက္တည္း ခ်မ္းလိုက္ရတာဟာ . . . ။


BS

November 24, 2009
@ Wat U_Mong

Sunday, November 22, 2009

2012

Rating:★★★★★
Category:Movies
Genre: Action & Adventure
Bloody Breath taking!!
Taoism concepts can be seen in this movie. Just like "We all are children of the earth" . . . For me, it's just a flawless one.
I would like to recommend to watch at cinema to feel the chilling fully ;)

It reminds me of "Nargis". Sometimes, what we have kept doing all our lives are not worth, not really worth, and also meaningless . . .

Friday, November 20, 2009

Performance

Performance

Time of curtain fall,
Today drawn back while
Tomorrow is taking time to
put make up with hope.

Behind shade of a song,
Underneath that smoothie
dance patched movements,
Vague tears are swaying as well.

BS

P.S. Dedicated to one of my colleagues who lost a sister during a show time on Halloween.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Displaced Emotions

Put my ears on green grass to listen footsteps of hectic fishes. But all I have heard is wheezing sounds from the wings of butterflies. Wait! Listen! That's it, the footsteps of fishes, swaying left and right in silent voice. Waited to see pain of lake while fins of fishes did clear cut to lake's surface. Voiceless wish, wish there would be no scar in everyone's mind just like there is no in the water.

Today, I saw a dead cockroach who is eaten by group of ants. Ummm . . . I will try to write an essay about ants eating ants when I go back to my home.

Sometimes, it's really hard to differentiate between the sound of spinning from an old fan and the sound my asthmatic breathing. Just like an early morning light, day is dumb by broken dreams. It was just a heavy breakfast. We will need to wait, wait until all the food is well digested.

BS
12 Nov: 2009

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

words & shots & in shorts


Based on fantasy
of somehow on accuracy;
Fashioned by smell of tears,
Foot prints show
How far
Frame of a story goes.

The Journey

         My name was written on an invisible list of history in which I can do nothing about it. A word is a word and become nothing more than that. So what? I never felt inferior for being hated without reason. And never felt proud for being loved. Lets just sit together at "welcome table" with traditional feast, shall we?

         I take the game. Really don't care of win and lose. Playing itself is my destiny. Left my home since nine years ago. Travel, travel and travel but my dreams always wander around just my home town. Yes, traveling itself is my destiny. In short, being in love itself is a destiny.

         Sometimes, I want to sleep by making mountains as pillow while doing mind painting to the velvet sky. Sometimes, I spilled my fortune and slipped away from my todays. Sometimes, want to walk like a river by flowing just to the ocean. That's why I use to end up with lost and found of myself (again and again).

         Never wanted to be a leader and never wanted to be a follower, so letting my dream goes as the existence throw. Don't have American dream and don't have a To-Become-A-Hero dream (of course, no more).

         Tried to say how hurt it was to watch my brothers dancing naked on the stage. But everyone knows that no one would listen. Tried to say how my faith bleed when I heard a so-called-politician has hidden the truth. Yes, everyone knows that no one dare to listen. It's bitter to receive the understand-how-you-feel-look from the global west. Everyone knows that everyone is busy with their own life. Everyone knows.

         So, draw back the self from the reality of wounded globe. Just let soul of individual be free first. Let the soul taste the essence of enlightenment. Journey to freedom land of meditation guided by the existence.

 

BS

10 November 2009

Sunday, November 8, 2009

A card on table

A card on table

Heard whistling

usually near and
sometimes far.

Fall asleep
while watching
raising moon among trees.

You were so wonderful
though saw a glance
during my morning nap.

Mountains told me
be free
Free from shadows
of narrowed entrapment.

Smile at back
and pack myself
with a hug of sun.

You will see me
as a breezing
funny little bee
who is greedily missing and loving . . .


BS

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Krathong



My Krathong of flowers
carried essence of luck
Stucked somewhere in the river . . .
Yet,
Light of hope is still shining!

(BS)