Highway

Driving through the highway

with blossoming trees on both edges of the road,

moving in high speed I felt as if I were driving through the mind of Einstein,

 dashing through the world of Einstein where General relativity rules,

light starts to have patterns when time slows down,

gravity seems to has no effect as space contracts,

Space around me contracted while mine remain constant, 

contraction of space resulted blossom flowers falling off from trees to collide with my car,

with my speed relative to theirs,

in this contracted space,

it seems to me trees have temper

for they are throwing flaming flowers at me

each collision with flower creates spectacular spark,

spark as spectacular as tiny big bang that flit into existence out from nothing,

But seriously, all these illusions have nothing to do with relativity or whatsoever

the true culprit is caffeine

- By Mr. Khor - 

Wicked Rain

In the wind and rain I walked, 

step by step against their current I felt my defenses shattered bit by bit, 

the un-purged rain like poison needles falling from the sky, 

drop by drop they stung and pierced through my skin, 

flow along with the blood in my veins they join forces with the preexisting enemy in my body, 

together they hide themselves into the deepest and warmest, 

there they incubate and multiply, 

there they build fortress of their own, 

a fortress so great in size fortified by their growing numbers, 

so strong that no external army can penetrate

- By Mr. Khor - 

相爱落地成根苗 见春归来再逍遥

多年同窗习文武

朝夕同桌共图书

堂后补课走同路

只恨路短终分途

携手同足于繁都

纯朴生活最幸福

无奈光阴冲冲度

后悔为何不当初

童年无忌话糊涂

大错以铸无归途

多年追随君脚步

还是迢迢千里途

只盼我能成完人

能有学富如五车

只盼我能成星辰

夺目耀眼灿星河

才高八斗我独尊

喝尽美酒爱风流

朝夕待等你还村

伴我赏偏叶与柳

但愿有缘亭下聚

携手细赏亭外雨

你化叶儿随风飘

我化花瓣随逍遥

何愁冬至万物凋

时刻相守心相照

才能度寒飞更高

相爱落地成根苗

见春归来再逍遥

- By Mr. Khor -

畅言

在这世界上有些人善于语言，有些人却善于文字， 有些人两者皆能。 很多写作者，当然包括我在内会觉得善于利用文字的他们会不擅长语言沟通。 可是我的看法是，只要是文字好的人，例如作家，都是极具擅长言语的。原因是这群人时时刻刻都在说话，和自己在说话。 若是不擅长沟通，他又怎能写出数十页的文章呢？他们只不过是太善于与自己沟通却缺乏了与别人沟通的练习，就有如耳朵好的钢琴家往往都是看谱差劲的，原因在于他们过分的依赖他们的天份。 写作者都是群善于与自己对话的一群人，他们能在自己的世界里扮演着各式各类的角色，拥有各式各类的人格。一位好的作者能凭着自己的构想，制造出各式各类的人格再利用文字来延续这些被虚构出来的角色的生命。 要说作者善于虚构，到不如说他们都拥有多重性格吧。如果你们在日常生活里认识哪位作家，相信你们通常都很难了解或捉摸这个人的性格吧，因为他们能同时拥有着多重的性格，是群让人难以捉摸的族群。 虽然我不认识什么作家，可是最少我是这么认为的。

拿我自己来当例子吧，今天写作的这个我与平日不同，平日的优雅文字，优雅诗句将不会在这篇文章里出现，最少到目前为止还不会。今天的我不被艺术枷锁着，只是畅快的欲写，如同打炮式的去写，这种不被限制的写法是很畅快的，就有如打炮似的畅快，有如憋了以久的便秘通顺无助的泄出般的畅快与爽快， 就如同不去跟着乐谱，完全的将感觉沉溺在听觉里弹奏着钢琴般，不被限制不被枷锁的畅快，完无目的的只想去宣泄的一种说不出的畅快。

好， 离题了，小学的作文就是这样，常离题的被老师把分数扣得一蹋糊涂。离题我相信是很多作家的本质，越是会离题者，越是能天马行空的写出与众不同长篇大论， 一位作家只要能把文章的结尾用以看似不可能的方法把他的天马行空连接起来，这篇文章往往都能成为一篇精彩绝伦的好文章，好作品。有看过Dennis Quaid 的vintage point，张家辉的证人类似电影的朋友相信都会觉得这些都是些不可多得，精彩绝伦的好电影。 原因都在于每个角色看似不怎么相关与有关联却都被作者用莫名其妙与不可思议的命运之绳牵锁了在一起

好，不说了，今天的打炮写作到此为止，完笔，下篇继续。。。

- By Mr. Khor -

In search of Chapter One

You are the leaf in my recurrent dream,

As real as it may seems,

You are still a dream,

Untouchable like wind,

like illusions on movie screen,

So close and yet unable to reach,

Still, with such attributes,

You provided me excitement with such unparalleled magnitude

Love is an illusion created by imagination,

and therefor is love said to be a curse,

especially to those with colossus mind,

Instead of reaching the realm God,

they tend to find themselves lost in the vast of void,

gazing at the infinite stretch of the stars

Trapped within this confinement of love,

Unable to escape and unable to leave,

In love they are forever banished

- By: Mr Khor - 

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Philosophical explanation:

Love is a state of within and without, when within, it's as large as universe, when without, it's just a confinement, and therefor is love said to be a universe within a confinement, so big yet so small. 

An Unfinished Poem I once made for you

In front of my house there's a tree,

forever alone just like me

there's not a day gone by,

when tree haven't wonder at the sky,

what is another tree doing on the other side

everyday a leaf in the wind it glides

with the hope of it will fly

over to the other side of the sky

when both leaf meet each other and collide

just like the lonely tree,

gazing everyday in the sky I see

wondering how a guy like me

will met a wonderful being such like thee

you came to me in the blue

with hair so nice and smooth

Now a vow, I made to you,

forever my love to you will be true

Like glue I will always be with you,

Until all our life is through

forever I'll be loving you

- By Mr. Khor -

Untitle

put aside my complicated mind,

who am I?

No one but a child who's blind,

simple and yet hard to define,

do not think of me as a man so kind,

my kind figure is but my disguise,

for upon tested my accumulated wrath shall arise

women are nothing but vampires,

they deceive your mind and suck your blood dry

before you realize you're already dead on roadside,

never believe in their lies and fantasies,

often they spoke of faithfulness and loyalty

but this they can't do is the cruelty

- By Mr. Khor - 

Fragments from Shakespeare

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste—

Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

And therefore is Love said to be a child,

Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,

So the boy Love is perjured everywhere

My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy

All that glitters is not gold;

Often have you heard that told:

Many a man his life hath sold

But my outside to behold:

Gilded tombs do worms enfold

If you love and get hurt, love more.

If you love more and hurt more, love even more.

If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more

-Shakespeare-

七夕是今朝

七夕是今宵
万里路遥遥
来到喜鹊桥
只盼暮与朝

七夕是今宵
九霄无鹊桥
牛郎等织女
等到何时了

银河路遥遥
无缘暮与朝
鹊桥横渺渺
牛郎独寂寥

多想没今朝
忘却任萧遥
不渡喜鹊桥
只渡奈何桥

心碎万千条
心痛何时了

- By Mr. Khor -

晒干回忆

我亲手从衣柜里

拿出你那让我怀旧的衣物

放进水盆里，洒下清洁剂

望着旋转的漩涡

我仿佛看见我们许许的回忆

浮在水面，一切的甜美都在漩涡中徘徊

洗过的衣物不再拥有你的气味

多想回忆能如衣物般洗去所有回忆

多莫柔软的衣物，如你肌肤的一般

我小心翼翼的怕会弄糟你的衣物

像对待你一般怕会伤着了你

泪水有如洪水般流下

止不住

我只是污泥里长出的树苗

永远被大地紧握着

树苗长再高也无法长到天边去

落叶飞再高也无法飞到天堂去

我只是污泥里长出的树苗

永远都配不上你这温柔的天使

你的光让我成长

你的爱让我滋润

我带着污泥般的气味

怕沾污了你

污泥般的我，无法面对自己

也无法面对你

我越是低贱的去爱你求你

我越是让你看不起我自己

我会在黑暗中默默的回忆你

我会远离你，离你而去

不再阻碍你沾污你

把衣物晒干，收拾行李

我会重新上路

如衣物般不再有你的气味

不再有你的回忆

我会是你生命中的污迹

而你是我曾经的氧气

最后一次，我好想告诉你

我爱你

- By: Mr. Khor -

一生梦尽蝴蝶梦，蓦然回首一场空

九霄无云奔星河

空空淡月剩嫦娥

月下孤人奏悲歌

中秋如此有几何

与风戏竹声相和

歌送九霄赠嫦娥

处处无人夜以深

静静空门坐孤人

半醒半醉睡空枕

梦见君颜却非真

虚度大半世红尘

是实是梦分不真

静静湖上一叶舟

微微风吹向西流

几行新雁度空楼

一秋以过又一秋

一生随浪逍遥游

蓦然回首以白头

杜鹃万亩十年种

杜鹃万亩十年宠

春到花开万般红

骄姿万态艳无穷

穷尽一生追花梦

花开落尽一场空

坝壩阻水水且流

挥刀断水水更流

烈酒烧喉不消愁

借酒消愁愁更愁

活在尘世如被囚

遇着逆水奋力游

岁月从不为人留

莫让年华付水流

- By Mr. Khor -