Enoch

Enoch Jun 16

The touch by the dark hand,
show up with the sun of shape of its palm.
caressing a youth mind of tomorrow.

Under the moon,
the shadow missing from sight,
but strong presence was known to them.

What does the shadow know?
What does the shadow see?
Question of its curious never told.

Reflect of his shadow,
couldn’t reach or touch the ground,
Him who plays with sun’s growth.

The shadow’s touch,
of people who gone.
They always in our heart,
where the shadow never show.

Enoch Jun 11

The mad pianist

Madman he once be called,
ambition man, ambitious dream,
the sky is his limit.

Young boy he was,
young man he be called,
naive person he is.

He is the music piece,
settle himself in the middle of the sea,
with his piano, he plays with his sound of dream.

Who will understand him?
His notes only echo in the middle of the sea,
to unknown he reaches, yet he dreamt

Sad and lonely he set in the middle,
crowded by fish,
only hundreds notes of his, friend with him.

Between white and black,
from minor to major,
yet his music dream still little to him.

Funny thing it is,
he never played, did he?

Enoch May 6

Afterlife

The world of your,
become different than us.
We stayed still in,
with the limit but memorable memories of you.

How you were doing?
I often wonder...
My dream is the only place to meet you,
but you always left so soon.

In dream you were different,
but in reality you were same.
In dream I am hurt,
and in reality I am same.

The drop of my tear consist the best of you,
my lousy mind consist the worst I saw.
But it was still you,
No matter what it will be,

I still love you and you always will be dearly miss, mom.

Enoch Apr 16

Aftermath of the dance

Aftermath of the dance,
in the pool of sorrow,
partner with grief.

The music end,
but I'm still dancing,
with the sadness steps.

They all went back home,
dance in another arms of their own glory,
I'm still wondering when it will be my turn begin the glory dance.

I still drowned in the grief way dance,
as I never begin nor did end,
tired I am.

Enoch Apr 7

Passion of words

Passion of my words,
flow through the way of thoughts,
birth right from the mind that contains them all.

building with rhyme,
the number blind,
yet I still write.

The heart and soul beneath,
hide underneath,
shy but bold.

The passion behind,
the words that out loud,
but never same tone with those silence sound.

Enoch Apr 4

Fever dream

Yesterday's memories,
now all left to be a fever dream.
Today's presence,
now all left to be a state of day.

I heard your called in my dream,
ironic is that you never answer me.
I tried the same method of your calling,
but when can I expect you to answer me?

Now we apart the world into two,
you departed in another zone.
Now I shouted in this reality tone,
Fever dream became too **** real.

The way I miss about you,
the way you cared about me,
I can't say now is not the same,
since you tried a way to left.

Shattered heart never same,
but what can I say since it's break.
Now I have a weird fever,
but we named it dream.

Enoch Apr 1

The way they whisper

"What's wrong with him?"
The way they whisper,
pretend I heard none,
hurt me in the tiniest voice,
with the loudest thoughts.

"Don't turn out like the weird freak in the corner."
The whisper become loud,
still I pretend heard none,
I'm not tone down my mind,
to act as part in your journey of delight.

"Calm down."
The way they whisper,
the little part of me,
many but dimmed,
still I hope your whisper were loud.