Darkness
as the world can be
A light that never
abandon the darkness
Waves of wandering into the unknown
The light is still there
whenever the darkness
dives into troubled water
Every little simple thing
makes a huge difference
A little warmth to the darkness
Alone as before like
with that bit of warmth
darkness shall move on
The best is best kept
deep within and
remember
……….
……
.

Fortunate as we are today
That led us to take things for granted
Never know when the time
That we cornered ourselves and
stopped believing in miracles
When everything turns upside down
Tears became the only solution
Those who truly cherish are
embraced by hope
Hoping to be saved
And be given a second chance
To rejoice in the
warmth of happiness once again
Things will never be the same
like how we
remembered our
sweet childhood
We are the
Cornered
as well as the
Hope
.
.
.
Will there be a day we can smile at the world with true happiness in our eyes?

The burning desire
within you sings a melody
of passion wishing for more
power and love
The control over the others
Those who could resist the temptation
were cast away by the wind to the
bottom of the world
As the rest rose to the floor of Heaven
enjoying the luxury of power
and the slaves drifted
into the sink of
despair
A world that has been
turned upside down and the
cycle is still running throughout
the years of waiting and wailing
of how life should live as life
None will ever understand until
they chose a path of decision
So, will you choose the
passion of control
or the resistance
of freedom
?

This poem series entitled “The Art of Kris Kuksi” which I will bring you to check out five different sculptures that my favorite sculptor, Kris Kuksi had created. These five sculptures are my personal favorite and I will write a poem somewhat in related to my own interpretation of his art in it.

Previously:

The Coming of Another World

The Sin of the Very Beginning

The Final Judgement

A Unity of Death

A promise
of a lifetime
towards death
Frozen like the palace of ice
.
.
.
Our eyes never look away from each other
Darkness soon covered us
yet our final smiles still remembered
deep within our hearts
as we drifted through the
dark ocean of
screaming hell
and endless judgement
Painful past brought us
together in life
and in death
Manipulated by the surrounding
to live as a true human being
But not anymore
Because
.
.
.
Our hearts are still burning within
the living in the world of
death

This poem series entitled “The Art of Kris Kuksi” which I will bring you to check out five different sculptures that my favorite sculptor, Kris Kuksi had created. These five sculptures are my personal favorite and I will write a poem somewhat in related to my own interpretation of his art in it.

Previously: The Final Judgement

Upcoming next: Passion and Resistance

Tainted
across the
bloody fields
of fright and terror
Manipulated by the events of reality
Crashing of numerous ideals
Powers thus take the role of creators
And stories rewritten in the name
of greed and insanity
Setting all of us
upon a path of
destruction
Chains of the unknown
trapped the hearts of innocence
to the trials of the hell fire
Disappearance of the beliefs
within the mind and soul
caused by endless
skepticism
Tears of unawakening dreams
devoured by the darkness of light
that will never surface in
the mind of greed
Pain of the ocean
faded off with the wind
as one divided into many paths
with no return at all
It is us
who created the last moment
of ourselves and others
Not of what God had planned for us all
The last judgement
of humanity is
near.

This poem series entitled “The Art of Kris Kuksi” which I will bring you to check out five different sculptures that my favorite sculptor, Kris Kuksi had created. These five sculptures are my personal favorite and I will write a poem somewhat in related to my own interpretation of his art in it.

Previously: The Sin of the Very Beginning

Upcoming next: An Unity of Death

In the book of
Genesis
Adam and Eve
committed their first sin
because of the Serpent and thoughts
and ate the forbidden fruit
A small little thing
may turn kindness into greed
peace into war
strength into cowardice
rage into revenge
and worse of all
human become inhuman
As a child of God
small as we seemed to be
The sins that tainted us all begin
with the blood of our ancestors
One we can never deny or
run away from
Only to realize when we truly committed it
Understanding that is where the sin
first surfaced and originated from
However
.
.
.
the original sin has long
been within us as a
innocent little
child

This poem series entitled “The Art of Kris Kuksi” which I will bring you to check out five different sculptures that my favorite sculptor, Kris Kuksi had created. These five sculptures are my personal favorite and I will write a poem somewhat in related to my own interpretation of his art in it.

Previously: The Coming of Another World

Upcoming next: The Final Judgement

Linkage
between the
rift of worlds
The guardian of time and space
Dragged into a fate of infinity
When the rich rule over the poor
and the ugliest truth turns beautiful
The strongest still proclaim the world as their
and the weak still remain as tiny as the ants
But soon the coming of another world
will bring all to an
end
..
..
..
The wheel has been turned once again
The rich no longer rule
The poor no longer suffer
The ugly no longer stay
The beauty no longer fade
The strong no longer dominate
The weak no longer fear
A new divinity shall be
prayed in the name
of all mankind
..
..
.

This poem series entitled “The Art of Kris Kuksi” which I will bring you to check out five different sculptures that my favorite sculptor, Kris Kuksi had created. These five sculptures are my personal favorite and I will write a poem somewhat in related to my own interpretation of his art in it.

Upcoming next: The Sin of the Very Beginning

War
will
never
end
Sins
will
never
stop growing
As we wonder why beings of their own kind can
bring such terror into
the eyes of the innocent
without any hesitation
As destruction of blood
filled the air
Tears of hope faded
in humanity
Calling of a hero
who can make a difference
May the balance of world
be restored
in the name of
his will
And shall the
Blade of Infinity
be the seed
to your
ANS
WE
R

Twinkling in the night
Upon surfacing into the view of aurora
Tears wept into the river of despair
Silence cries for hope
Dreams become the reality of sorrow
Promises become droplets of death
Minds no longer as a whole
Insanity torn the soul apart
Wandering into the
River of Tears
to be released
from the
reality of sorrow
.
.
.

A heart for a heart
A life for a life
An existence that shouldn’t be
yet because of your presence
Survival has become an option
The cruel world will come
to an judgement
which it will never
forget in the
name of yours truly
You loved her more than
anyone in this world
The hatred you bear
faded off whenever
you embrace her
in your arms
A bond of
lifetime
And shall
the lullaby of death
shall be sang
over again
until
that
day
.
.
.

Sealed deep
in an
armor
Drifted
within the
body and soul
Contained the
memories of
past and present
Visions of the future
Wings flapped into the horizon
Dreams called on a lullaby
Butterflies weaved the new world
Sufferings ended with smiles of joy
Faith delivered the gift of hope
Tears of the ancient grounds
We seek our own sanctuary
of peace and tranquility
within the armor
of memories
.
.
.

Artworks: Endless Kiss by Helen Rusovich and Armor by Weiye Yin.
Image Manipulated by me.

An existence that
doesn’t belong to anywhere
Crossing the border of darkness and light
Searching for an answer
that is never meant to be known.

Introducing you to a new art style “Gestänge” , it is a sketch drawn on a black background and you are only able to use a color on the  sketch  that “link” from one place to another, this means the color that you use cannot be all over the place, the color must not break in any case.  The color used is usually to highlight the main part of the artwork. In addition, a poem of not more than five lines will accompany the  sketch  to link everything nicely together.

[Gestänge stands for linkage in German. And in this case, Gestänge is a  sketch  that will link all your message together, be it inverted or not.]

In this  sketch, Peace Under the Ice and Fire Moon, if you actually invert  the colors of the artwork, cyan (ice) actually become red(fire). This is one of the fun part of  Gestänge as you can hide your invert message that you want to show the others. Now why don’t you try it out on your own?

Peace Under the Ice and Fire Moon

In the night of darkness
the breeze of ice and fire blew by
A lullaby was heard in form of waves
I should sleep with peace for
eternity

Alone in the winter nights
Dream faded away in the horizons
We seen the future yet it is unreachable
I’ll close my eyes and sing
in the will of sorrow
You will never
look back to find me
You will never
see where I
am heading
You will never
understand
my world
You will never
step into my shoes
and think of me once more
My wings of darkness will
eventually spread into the hope of light
As I sing my
Aria of sorrow
in the
deep
deep
darkness
alone
alone
…
..
.

Fragments of life
pieced themselves up within a space
waiting for the opening
towards a future
that is known
and yet
diminishing slowly
along with the time of
pain and sorrow
The dance behind the hidden mask
tears could drift into insanity of the lunatic wind
No one will care about your past
No one will think about your present
No one will worry about your future
Everyone is on their own now
My memory of life and death
is sealed up in a space
that none shall enter
ever again
Requiescat in pace

Manipulated Background from fractal arts, the rest are digitally painted from references and self-inspiration. This is supposed to be a work three months ago but I only managed to finish it by now because of my tight schedule in school.

Bleed in the name of prayers
Sing a song of desperate cries
Dream a reality of pain and sorrow
Whisper of a deadly tag resulted in a
everlasting oscillation of depression
Future is like the waves of unknown
Desperate hands of freedom
last centuries of a new level
The abandonment of people
Memories of fate
The eyes of realization
In a battlefield
of no return
and I know
you will
never
come
for
me
Tears is bleeding
with my
heart
.
.
.

The language of verbal
faded away slowly
as sarcasm spread
within the flow of it
Motivation started
turning off by
its own as
thought they never existed
Moving way ahead of others
make you seems like an
idiot to him
Catching up the pace
is always a failure
The distance has
not only drift far apart
It just seems like I can no longer
walk over the big obstacle in between of us anymore
.
.
.

Hi guys, it been long since I had written any poem, but I got a little free time now, so I came up with something, will try to write more whenever I can. I am currently working pretty well in my university, lots of fun and work, but I am still hanging there ^_^. Thank for coming by to read my poetry once again, see ya soon! =D

The
secret world
A world not like another
Drifting around in circles
Wrapped in the bandages of cruelty
Golden butterflies whisper the freedom of renewal
It is a world that never existed
within the mind of a human
yet it existed within
me
Just like a
cage of thorns
Lingering a
silent
melody in
the air
I sought for
a key that
opens the door
to the world below
of our mighty
Heaven
Some
secrets
are
worth
dying
for
.
.
.

Just like
Heaven and Hell
Together as an entity
yet far away from each other
In between is the rift of humanity
ready to be judged by both sides
We are together yet far away
in dream or reality
You will be always in the light
while I am in the dark
The world is oscillating
and yet we never meet
The warmth you send through the land
while I calm the sea down
Will there be a day
when the
sun and moon
winter and summer
light and dark
can truly meet together
?

An existence that shouldn’t
be here lingering
in the world of
the living
Using them as a tool
to get what you want is
not the solution to eternity
The phantom books
does not know what control is
and the only way to end is
tragic consequences that you will never know of
Forbidden knowledge of the phantom books
within the deep mystic archives
Only one who know the importance and guard
with his whole life should be
the key keeper to the
guardian of
Bibliotheca Mystica de Dantalian

I ask of thee..
Art thou mankind?
Nay. I am the world.
The world inside the gourd.

Inspired by the anime series “Dantalian no Shoka“. The last four lines of this poem was taken out from the anime where the main male character opened up the archive with the key as the new key keeper. If you love a mixture of anime and books, this is one good anime that I would highly recommend to you.

*Gensho = Phantom Book.