Go the fuck to sleep by Adam Mansbach

The cats nestle close to their kittens,
The lambs have lain down with the sheep.
You're cosy and warm in your bed, my dear.
Please go the fuck to sleep.

The windows are dark in the town, child.
The whales huddle down in the deep.
I'll read you one very last book if you swear
You'll go the fuck to sleep.

The eagles who soar through the sky are at rest
And the creatures who crawl, run, and creep.
I know you're not thirsty. That's bullshit. Stop lying.
Lie the fuck down, my darling, and sleep.

The wind whispers soft through the grass, hon.
The field mice, they make not a peep.
It's been thirty eight minutes already.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Go to sleep.

All the kids from day care are in dreamland.
The froggie has made his last leap.
Hell no, you can't go to the bathroom.
You know where you can go? The fuck to sleep.

The owls fly forth from the treetops.
Through the air, they soar and they sweep.
A hot crimson rage fills my heart, love.
For real, shut the fuck up and sleep.

The cubs and the lions are snoring,
Wrapped in a big snuggly heap.
How come you can do all this other great shit
But you can't lie the fuck down and sleep?

The seed slumber beneath the earth now
And the crops that the farmers will reap.
No more questions. This interview's over,
I've got two words for you, kid: fucking sleep.

The tiger reclines in the simmering jungle.
The sparrow has silenced her cheep.
Fuck your stuffed bear, I'm not getting you shit.
Close your eyes. Cut the crap. Sleep.

The flowers doze low in the meadows
And high on the moutains so steep.
My life is a failure, I'm a shitty-ass parent.
Stop fucking with me, please, and sleep.

The giant pangolins of Madagascar are snoozing
As I lie here and openly weep.
Sure, fine, whatever, I'll bring you some milk.
Who the fuck cares? You're not gonna sleep.

The room is all I can remember,
The furniture crappy and cheap.
You win. You escape. You run down the hall.
As I nod the fuck off, and sleep.

Bleary and dazed I awaken
To find your eyes shut, so I keep
My fingers crossed tight as I tiptoe away
And pray that you're fucking asleep.

We're finally watching our movie.
Popcorn's in the microwave. Beep.
Oh shit. Goddamn it. You've got to be kidding.
Come on, go the fuck back to sleep.

Happiness vs Human

I'm happy with it. My life that is: chilled beer, cashew nut, empty high place and rain.

Yes, it is raining outside. Seem cold.
The flash of lightning makes it darker.
The rumble of thunder makes it emptier.

Still, the fear and the hatred of being used carves into my soul.

People always take more than they could digest.
Mr and Mrs "know-everything".
What is the point for knowing but not understanding ?
What is the point for pursuit of high education, yet you does not act like one (excuse me, assholes and bitches !)
I don't really mind people make mistake, as long as they know what they are doing.

Still, don't understand the so called "human factor".
But I remember I was kinder when staying alone then when living among humans.

Halvorsen Passacaglia

That is my first and ever-lasting impression.

A flow of time of a couple, they live happily and peacefully in a green and out-fashion village.
I can see them labor, farm a common lives.
A cold breeze of harsh winter, do I hear sound of horses, chasing each other.
A disrupted occurrence, and they have to face an event that might change their whole lives.
And there is a way to escape all of these thing, run away, from here, the place they were born and supposed to be buried.
A quick pack up for the early morning run-away. Nothing much but a few item which is passed down from generations, so long that they are forgotten.
By the time the enforcers arrive, the house is left empty. But the "criminals" are not forgiven and will be hunted down.
I hear horses chasing each other on the muddy road, through the forest.
They run, run, and run. They are out of breath, look out for a cave, a tree, anything can cover for them.
The story is rumored through all creatures of the forest and seemingly the couple is loved, the feeling is shared.
The army pass by, two hearts race... They beats so hard that its echo might be heard from miles away, but somehow, the army is too busy to listen, and another rabbits get loosen.

A friend I have never talked to

Not really a friend for those who reflect on strict definition.
Not really never talk to but all the time we converse were all about a certain person. Not about ourselves.

But I know that I want to make her my friend. As her eyes project the same space that I was residing. Maybe not totally the same, but definitely intersect a part or two. The space is named Loneliness.

We were surrounded with acquaintances and strangers. We spoke and laugh, carried on the normal life as the rest of the world. But deep inside were our souls are screaming: "I used to love ! I used to love !" and crying "Come to me, just like a dream, and rescue me"

"I have finally seen the light"
"I have finally seen the end"
"I have finally realized"
"I'm not expecting you to care"

ColdPlay and the Paralympic Game

This give me ... just a total different perspective.
Doing Coldplay plants some deep thought into my mind, as usual.
Keep my insight busy with imagination of neko-chan.
And how I've ever had a chance to enjoy all of these moments.

I used to live...
I used to love...
Come to me, just like a dream, and please rescue me
From my own madness. 

Kiss the Rain

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Just in case ...

Sound quite weird, yes but dream too real that a fragment of the product of my brain associating irrelevant things leave some concern behind. Background is just like the "Beyond this place" and "The neighbor", the two books that I've read recently.  Anyway, as usual, means usually believe that it is a precognition of one coming event, and in case the lady paid me a visit when in trouble, here it is: kyuu khong go go roku hai hachi  hachi. Composed of your mother language and your favorite language.

dragonfly

Got into my place.
She knows I love them,
She draws the way with scent,
"That guy loves dragonfly".

My place,
A small room with a huge ceiling fan,
So eager to slice the air,
And whatever may float up there.

No panic !
It got in,
Finding a pointky face,
To land its six Zay.

Under the bed,
Full of dusty traps,
Dirty its own legs.

Thousands of fives,
Fives of bendy branches,
Prison it in the warm darkness,
They swing
As if saying,
"Don't panic !"

Closes its grid of eyes,
Thought found its hive,
Yet was thrown outside,
Where so many things shine.

Up against bunches of floating stars,
"Thanks, dragonfly"