Balum's Blog

Mentally Ill Mythical Bird

balum — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 20:50:57 +0000

three and half century

become a mythical bird.

sixty three,

twenty two to growing up in nature

thirty one in hallucination cage

ten years in unclear illness.

to long in hallucination cage makes the Mythical Bird forgot how to fly, how to hunt, and forgot they prey for awhile.

now, The Mythical Bird still weak, starving, and sometimes miss it used cage

Singing Screaming

balum — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 20:07:27 +0000

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Illusion Of The apprentice

balum — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 09:29:19 +0000

I’m flying with the silent sun behind me

When every grass seems too green

When the water seems to blue

No limitation no orientation

Just the realization of illusions

Sky singing for me

That wakes me up in another side of dream

When every grass wilting

And the water effervescing

No limitation No direction

Just the realization of another illusion

Suffer thirst in middle of lake

No shore but horizon

No wind but pain

No water but fire

Too much deception Without limitation

And illusion raises my desire

Turn off that light

Let this silence embracing me

Drowning in this garden

Gravity laid me in emptiness

Makes my mind blowing away

And let the illusions shepherding

In eternal blindness

The taste of rainbow

balum — Sat, 18 Oct 2008 12:00:17 +0000

in this bright and clear midnight

i can reach and grab a rainbow in my hand

there’s no rain before

just cigarettes and it friends accompany me and couple of my friends

my friend give the rainbow to me

for the first time i can taste the rainbow

it has different taste every time we try it

we swallow it to much

i don’t know taste of my cigarette anymore

spend my last rainbow

and fawn to the bath room

too much..

i expell it

cross in my mind to try recycle rainbow

thanks god i didn’t do that

too much in this city

balum — Sat, 18 Oct 2008 04:31:34 +0000

the world has been changed or it’s just me that too late to recognize

20 has change my point of view bout many things

too many people try to live forever,

too many people turn they face into another light.

it’s not an odd thing

if you find her laying in soft peaceful thing

just pay and hear her scream

She screams benighted

chase after her flesh

when every drop of her blood

giving her a candlelight in her grave

fulfill your grave with the light of hell

it’s burning our soul in amenity

wipe your tears by collecting all sins

hold it all in your eyes

nothing change,

u still have that beautiful face stay in an appropriate place.