Dragged down by her own arms and eyes, to the surrounding sheol of the they
Authentic life gets buried in the dirt of averageness, as the world’s prey
She is a being in the world, whose only true life is resoluteness
Especially since she falls into dedistancing, reaching averageness
In the vulgar tomb, psychology and biology cannot give light
Nevertheless, in her grave, she hears the silent call that no soul can recite
(Inspired from reading the philosophy book "Being and Time" by Martin Heidegger)
Man in a hood,
sparking light on the sun
pick peak of wood
camping might just too fun.
In Shah Alam's pavement,
calm down with me
eagerly makes movement
sink on the teeth.
I need some food,
don't destroy my own physis
like pardon of thy thesis
care what I stood.
Too fast or too slow,
like my life just low.
look at the power of apollo,
counting constellation of astro.
On reality, goes up to Atman,
En Masse someway
Dasein someday
On ability, become a Brahman.
Unfortunately, I didn't find my spark,
lonely yet bulky, stuck the past at park.
Truly lost my identity, in glooming states,
But hope still carry on the hint, like what I takes.
The virtuality of the moment is like...
Hmmmm
You my mysterious online coquette!
The celebration of all festivities,
unlike any banquet,
I knock, you butt-in
Voila!
Pearl on the shore,
And your belly butt-on
As Heidegger's Dasein
Being-there
I swear
I step before you with nothing to hide
I let my eyes glide
As a spiral,
A whirlpool of desire,
A scud,
In peace and in blood.
I crave to be the wave
On a day, and in the moment
I feel I myself am.
to know this world
to describe her city
Dasein in twelve prayers
and its absolute Time
for her pure soul
our first kiss: a destiny
of the lovers
Nothing on this moment did Dasein feels just today
Anxiety crawling in his spine
Caught in between
Two contradictory lines
Free to choose, free to hide
Whether to chase his love, his lady
Or face his present reality
His heart dictates his mind commands
A fish caught in the net of possibility
What is this nauseatic feeling?
Oh the pain! Oh what excruciating pain!
Regret shall come, surely will
He couldn’t even eat any meal
A Nocturnal being in fright
Please let him go tonight.
To say something his heart desires
About his impatience of the future
Because he knew someone waits
Outside his door.
Candles cry in melancholic light
Please choose, pray proceed
He could not even heed
Holding the knob
He simply turns
What freedom he feels today!
Totally free