The Liar

You! With a mask so pure: dancing around in zest
With dandelions in your hair and a craving for bird's nest,
You are expensive, you are.
The rosy red in your cheeks allures your innocence into giving its all
And you, with a turn of your pursed lip, you change into a demure smile
And continue lying to the world about being good and content:
for you are vengeful, your hatred burns like a candle
Oiled with kerosene;
You never stop burning, yet the ice in your heart hides your anger and insecurity
With much monstrosity,
You blink a seducing eye in hope of concealing your ugliness
that will never show even with the onset of old age -
The ugliness of sin -
Woe!
You look upon us from a painted view of Paradise:
Tropical trees swaying gently in the distance - yet all still in their lifelessness
You beckon to us - and we are lured into the trap of hope
We walk - yet we can enter it not
The oil pastels break upon our touch, the canvas crumpling under our innocent step into oblivion
As you look, smiling sweetly in a gently crafted mask of perfect oval
Hiding an ugly gloat behind the facade,
You beckon to us again as you gloat at how you were able to bring us into the same Hell as you - the hell of self delusion and blind Naivety,
You gently sway to the soft music
Hands twirling in all their genteelness
As you dance to delude the world and yourself.
Contentment?

At Noon

Illness - a degeneration of the mind
Silently aching away in the depths of your pulsing organ
Alas! Your heart feels the pain -
When your eyes misbehave - blurring away into oblivion
You wait in vain for a cure
Over the New Year,
Under the apricot tree, you laugh weakly.

De Zhong

Dellusion

The irony so bitter -
The sweet rose growing alongside a weed
The stagnant picture burns a deep hole in the memory
of someone long dead.

The deception so bright -
The sweet rose being a fading picture
The truth being seen only in the other window
of someone far away, a shadow.

The grief so slight -
The sweet rose growing towards a glowing Sun
The moon neglected as always
The rose hides away in night.

The sweet rose -
the scent sweet
beckoning across a window.

De Zhong

Winter Solace

I feel cold.
Wrapped in a foreign sweater, I am stifled by the stench
of my own life
Stares and glares and the turning of the hair
I watch - contemplative
I voice out silent words
"Sorry" No one hears it -
and yet they accept it with a subtle
Turning of the eyes
They stare
they look away
They move as if repelled
repelled by the insanity
The inconsistent
shifting of the eyes
the stutter
the stare
the weak - feeble
attempt to smile! A glare returned
It is hard, is it not
Smile, dear boy
as you walk out of the door
To face the world.
Alone.

De Zhong

The Gift

Giving me a little bit of
Angelic melody
Ringing and pulsing through my ears
Yes - a delightful melody
Giving me a little bit of
Ornamental flavorings to this wretched life
Happiness ensues
Happiness ensures that
On this very day
Never forgetting this
Gift of love
My treasure
I will treasure it
Never forgetting this and
Giving back a sweet thank you.

De Zhong

The Other Song

Jazzing through the ages,
Over a tri-coloured plastic rainbow
New city lights blinking to life
The singing voice of some distant singer
Airing into my tired ears
New songs, new songs, lyrically saying
I love you
Rustic words of the past and now
Ever repeating
Always never stopping
Loneliness will always be non-existent
Laughter abounds
Yawning, I wander into the
Night scene of this day
Eerie fluroscent lights light up a slight
Edge of my weary face, my
Dreary life
Yawning, I look
Over my shoulder into the
Unseen darkness

Silently scanning for
A suspect
Dreading the future to come.

With The Wind

Gone with the wind,
A happiness evaporates,
A doll’s smiling face is washed –
Anointed with oil, cleansed with detergent
Then with tears
People walk on the streets
With nothing, with nothing
Nothing to their name.
I pick up a note –
Blowing my nose with a face of superficial emancipation
It is there, the face, the monkeys
Printed innocently on the crisp note –
Happily prancing through trees, a life of fun and game
A wonderful world – enclosed in the dimensions of the bank note
So sweet the scent can be, so fresh the odor may feel
The smell – it brings a twinkle
To every normal being’s lifeless eyes
Greed – I salivate
Yet I wake up from my dream
And use one of these to dry my tears.