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a walk to life

hi friends,
I'm proud to tell you that
I'm skipping class and
hiding in the toilet
trying to write this very beautiful song
forward slash poem
in a super bad ass english style and rhyme
some of you might experience numb, bump
some will give thumb up and some will make sound
some may sound it loud, oh man this is it
some even will become enlighten and decide to change
his forward slash her name in to Cuzi, Dubi, Xixi etc
I have no idea what I'm gonna write but I can feel the magic
magic in the yeaaaaaaaaaaaah airrrrrrrrr
people please breath
I know I guy named John and he's a homeless
Ay are scared of him and zay think he's nothing but a mess
I think I didn't see him for about a year
Oh old John, please tell me you still stay zere
in the corner of that very unknown street
in this very big town Houston crazy yesthisishomeofaguynamedsmith
I want to tell you about this big John
he had a million winkles on his face
they grows fast in that very tired place
now the number must be two million and three winkles
Man, I don't have even one in my face
life is unfair, it just bites me but leaves no scar
I don't have nothing but pimples
pimples come and go they won't stay
they'll soon leave my face
and it will soon be naked
pimple won't make good girlfriend
no good, me no like pimple
unlike winkle, I'm loving winkles
they came from a place call zinkle town
they were made from things called sinkles down
this idea might come from a dude called Dr. Suess
Dr. Suess, why do you distract me from the moo, hoo, zoo, too
cool, shoes, lool, hool in my studio huhu stu plus s
Ok, I'm back
But I'm tired of big John the millionaire winkles
Cuz it seems to me he's nothing more than a selfish freak
Of course he doesn't want to share winkle
He pretends he does not know
there are people who are needing it
Big John chooses to pursue a career in mathemati-it
oh man, he doesn't want to be homeless no more
he wants a career too, he's self taught in solving lottery calculus
he has his own formula, he makes his recipe called ready to go
John I'm disappointed... John... John please have some character with s
mathemati-it tycoon lottery ticket and Dr. Beer are so uncool
John, a millionaire winkles in asset is hard to find
John please listen to me, I've crossed many oceans
(in my opinion again... mmmm I add two more words of course)
to come to America (sadly I didn't walk or take a boat)
Man, I flied on the sky to get here, hate me I'm lazy kid
anyway I know you truly one of a kind
God damn John
I left him to go to a gay place in Montrose street
to meet a lady called Misterie, I'm telling you
she's one of a kind, if you don't believe me
you must look at the way she fights
it's so so awesomaniac
She walks in a dancing move
she dresses so cool and she is sophisticated
Oh man, she's a happy jelly melly dude
i wish I could have that kind of happiness
So the bad ass in me came up with a great plan
How to steal happiness from a gay man
Just to let you know I'm working hard on it
it's a good project to work on in case some of you
wanna join haha da da di da la la bla bla bla
Ok, I'm back
Oh forgot to tell you I'm the dude who loves to walk on dark streets
I just love walking walking and walking
and look at people driving here and there
they suddenly come from here and there
nowhere, from nowhere heading to nowhere
an unknowing place, even for a smart kid like me
still don't know how to drive to it
but still they think they can do it
ok i don't care
oneday when I was walking on a grey corner of
a place called The Place in Place Street
I met a guy who called himself a business man
he had a big bag of stuff and asked me to buy
(don't worry it's not weeds)
I don't smoke (a tip from me to ladies who have long legs and happen to innocently
like me - innocent is good I'm telling you - But you must pretend you don't know, so it
can be our secret)
I'm back... sorry dudes, I'm super easy to get distracted
I told him in reply, mister sorry me no money
He looked me in the eyes to reply, Sir please don't lie
help me out it's only five bucks
And I looked at him with curiosity
But what exactly is it?
a bag of souls you stole from the Dark
Is it bad? Is it super bad and hard to find?
tell me tell me tell me tell me
Oh my brother, the business man laughs
I'm sorry I'm tired
it's 2 in the morning and I need to go to bed
I have school tomorrow you know
i think I might fail one class
it's your fault, you know that don't you
Ok see you later
god damn i forgot to sign
yesthisismypoem

( for this one, I think we should keep the bad grammar, let me know if it makes
sense or confuses u, thanks Dai ca)

bullshit overload for appetite

oh-ho, oh-ho
bullshit overload for appetite
Such an instinctive desire
they come, they eat
and they say bye bye
oh-ho, oh-ho
bullshit overload to be acquired
put on a great smile, then
come and get it
bullshit

chicken and egg, which one came first?

chicken and egg, which one came first?
I used to think life put a curse on me. When I was a little kid, I saw guys came to my
dad and sweet talked him. I saw they greeted one another and laughed with their evil
smiles. They scared the shit out of me, I hated going to their houses. I hated when
they said how good I was. I didn't understand why. I just see acting. I felt like I could
get into people souls and search their hearts. I shut the temptation to read people
minds down and chose to ignore what I saw.
For years I didn't use it and thought it was gone. No it's not. Sometimes I can tell my
friends their personalities based on the way they drive, their faces, habits etc. I come
to a room loaded with people and I can point out who the smart kids are. Sometimes
they bump to me too. Sometimes those feeling got me, he was doing that because
he wanted love. He dictated his kids and became a control freak dad, turned his
house into a prison and traumatized his family in the name of love. He wanted people
to love him back by doing good things, he wanted people to appreciate him by
forgetting himself and serving their needs, but obligating them under his conditions.
They saw that and hated it. He didn't understand, crying out people didn't appreciate
him. The evil inside him running the show by controlling his motivation, he wanted to
be called a good man (by definition: giving out, being generous etc) and more. There
are all kinds of people in this world.
I kept thinking and thinking... how the f u c k did I see that and still didn't understand
people. How could I strip them naked searching and still couldn't get them. I saw all
their needs and wants. The more details I got, the more I became lost in the
information I observed.
I come to realize that I can't come inside people mind uninvited. What I saw in them
are only versions of myself. I didn't see their entire hearts. Whatever evil or goodness
I popped out, we all shared them. That's why it's possible for me to see. I don't know
them, I just know the part of me exists in them.
And I stripped the evil part of me naked for people to see. I did everything I could to
bring that part of me into the light hoping it could be killed. The harder I try, the
stronger he becomes. He's so calm and relax now. I feel like I'm the evil, not him.
There is no f u c k i n g different between me and the guy who hides his s h i t in the
closet, hoping people won't find out. I think I'm better than that guy but I'm not. We're
all same s h i t. we are ashamed of ourselves, I'm ashamed of my weakness and
flaws. I was being extreme, picturing myself perfectly like God in the book. I wanted
to be a picture of God too, perfect, talented, flawless.
The evil in me saw my weakness and he has been using my lousiness, my goodness
wannabe to run my life. In the name of benefiting mankind and better condition of life,
I want the power to serve the weak and the poor. How funny!

chicken and egg, which one came first? There's no chicken, there is no egg, there is
only the progress of becoming. Chicken and egg only exist in our perceptions, in the
physical shapes that light reflected.
One day when I truly understand myself, I'll see me in a chicken, I'll see me in an
egg. I'll see myself existing in nature forever. I'll come to accept the rules and willing
to let go. And even death is not scary anymore because there's no death. There is
only the progress of becoming! All my physical and mental pain will be gone and I
shall have peace when I stop fighting life to coming into existence.
For my uncle with love and respect.

Beo Nguyen
I cut my hair myself

I cut my hair myself and watched them falling down, what a feeling, I sensed the
rejuvenation running through the body and it reactivated all my sleeping nerves. This
was the second times I decided to shave my head. The first one I tried was about a
year ago. The experience I got was hard to explain, words seemed worthless. Just
the emotion and the illusion of leaving part of my unwanted history behind, I shaved
my head to get a new look, to become a new person. I shaved my head myself and
through the experience I figured out my lost spirit. There, you closed your eyes and
let the shaver led the way, you sensed your hair dropping on the floor, suddenly you
grew eyes everywhere, and you felt like you saw things you’ve not seen before. You
felt you experienced dimensions. You just felt it, the sensation of the inner world. And
people asked me why I destroyed my look. I looked them in the eyes and smiled.
Only those who did what I've just done knew the answer why, we wanted the answer,
the feeling but we, human were too hesitated to take necessary steps. I shaved my
head and I knew I would do it again several times later during my life. It was my own
philosophy, something I kept for myself; I said it was a secret. It happened
simultaneously and harmony with nature. I did it; the ceremony was devoted to teach
myself the art of patience and commitment to the work that I was pursuing. I lifted it
to the next level; I moved it toward the point of simple judgment. Today I shaved my
head again to reborn, reeducated myself once more time. Today I felt alive. The fear,
the feeling of what was waiting ahead or the failure to shave my head myself, I
recognized the truth laying in fear and frustration. All of us, even the heroes spend
our day living in defeat until we did something. If we wanted something to happen,
new things must be done. Each day I stood on the string hanging across the fire sea,
below me was hell. In front of me was future and myth. I knew I was eaten by my
angers and cries for long. I hold inside the gift, the miracle, the power but also my
greatest doubt. I’ve been feeding the doubt and neglecting the task for too long. No
more excuses. I was born to do what I was born to do. I knew it was my mission.

I cut my hair, myself
To watch them to falling down
To watch my feeling, to sense
What so called awakening
The rejuvenation ran through the body
To reactivate the sleeping
Nerves
This, the second time, I decide to shave my head
The first one, which was tried not so long ago
The experience I got, which was hard to explain
Words seem to be worthless
Just, the illusion I guess
Parts of my unwanted history
I sent them behind
I shave my head
A new look, I’ll get
The activity, the cut
There, your eyes were closed
The shaver led your way
You sensed your hair
Dropping on the floor,
Suddenly you grew eyes everywhere
Things you’ve not seen before
You just felt your lost spirit
Dimensions, you experienced
Sensation, you touched
Your inner world of looks
And people asked me, why I destroyed my look
I looked them in the eyes and smiled
Only those who did what I've just done
Would know the answer why
I shaved my head and I knew I would do it again
Several times later, during this life
My own philosophy, simultaneously and harmony happened within nature.
I did it; the ceremony was devoted to teach myself
The art of patience and commitment
To the work, that I was pursuing
Lifted it to the next level; I moved it toward
Today I shaved my head again
I met myself, again once more time.
Today I felt alive.
The fear, the feeling of what was waiting ahead
Or the failure
To shave my head myself,
And I recognized the truth laying in fear and frustration.
All of us, even the heroes spend our day living in defeat
Until we do something.
If I want something to happen, new things must be done.
Each day I stand on the string hanging across the fire sea, below me was hell.
In front of me was future and myth.
I know I was eaten by my angers and cries for long
Just to know what’s ahead.
I hold inside the gift, the miracle, the power
But also one greatest doubt.
I’ve been feeding the doubt and neglecting the task for too long.
No more excuses. I was born to do what I was born to do. I knew it was my mission.
To shave my head myself
Emptiness
she came and looking for me
she searched inside, she turned she touched
she did everything to be pleased
she asked, she creamed and she yelled
she cried, accusing to be released
the string attached the two with trauma
the need to be safe, secured
but it was empty, my heart was empty
It was cold, too cold
turning against the belief
so the doubt, the grief scratched the look of her eyes
and pain covered
how could you hold on to emptiness
falling inside nowhere wouldn't bring you to anywhere
my heart was empty
It was cold, too cold
the string attached the two with trauma
just keep on searching

The suicide of a bug

Set me free
like the bug jumping into fire
in death, he found something alive
long live the spirit, the suicide

Sorrow, it helped to continue your growth
it's me, the crazy bug
in this short life, I just bug life
it's me, the fire
in the bug's life, I burn it till death
I'm the bug, the firing bug
I'm the fire, my spirit or desire
give me the energy, to carry on the quest
give me the bug, so I can burn it
So death could help that poor bug, found life
life bugged bug’s life, lived life of the bug
bug and bug, too many live life


maybe, i do not know
I guess it comes and goes
maybe I'm just the fucking bug
trying to think what to do with his life
so, watch me into the fire
in dead, he found the meaning of life

For My Beloved, TCS and my uncle

Which dust has transmigrated to me
For one day I awaken from dust
Oh, what a sublime dust!
For one fate running
Which dust has transmigrated to me
For sometime I will become dust
Oh, what a weary dust!
For those unallayed grief cried
Many years I was flesh and blood
For one day with the snow
The languishing leaves fell down
God, one hundred years only for today!

To kiss an ass
Today I’m hungry for a kiss
Kiss ass, I count one, two, and three…
Where are you, why don’t you kiss with me?
Together, we kiss some asses
Kiss ass, I’ve kissed so many
But still wondered
How many more I can kiss
Fat ass, small ass
They are just asses, so let kiss
But you said, you don’t feel like
You are going to do it
O.K, just do some practice
Here’s my ass, why don’t you kiss
Where is yours, so I can kiss
Kissin asses
And there is things to ask
Just, just a fast old way
Proven to make things your way
Oh, how could you master that fast?
Now, you want more asses
My friend, you already loved kissing
Ass
pissed and kissed
Life is that simple, just to kiss asses
pissed
You said, and I laughed
Sure, it’s just ass
Why don’t we just kiss?
And one two three
Kiss ass, my friend
Life, it’s just that easy

lock or locked
When you lock your soul,
the gate to the world is closed
When you lock yourself,
hell is reality to be
When you lock hope,
dream is strange to see
When you lock sympathy,
what do you expect?
And what you expect,
what you expect
A weird place,
such a place to be locked
And you lock everything,
you’re constantly lockin’
you locked your world,
locked the clock
locked the time, the memory, locked the things
that should not be locked
locked your heart,
you stayed there
locked your freedom, you there
lockin’, you keep lockin’ everything
constantly locking
you made fears
tears of locking
you locked your cries,
locked your silence
and forgot why what you did it for
things just constantly being locked

The F song
f u c k it, we roll
we do not mind
we stay on top
we play hip hop
we did spring roll
we are so high
we do not mind
f u c k it we roll
top to bottom
we fall with style
like shooting stars
ha ha haha
bla blabla
ka ka ka
oh she's so cool
I love her too
hey you, hey you
why don't we cheer
let have a beer
ok, ok
we kill some shots
we feel so hot
hey you, hey you
close me tight
get through the night
life is so short
f u ck it, who mind
it feels so nice
it feels so rough
it feels so tough
smile
f u c k it, we roll
we do not mind
we stay on top
we play hip hop
we did a keg
we make a mess
we are so high
we do not mind
f u c k it we roll
top to bottom
we fall with style
like shooting stars
ha ha haha
bla blabla
ka ka ka

Oh baby, I need a rest
Doing, dreaming, I so imagine
I so masturbate, cause I so want more
Enough, there aren’t enough, never enough
In this road to unhappiness
I, through wet dream
Wild, angry, mad
I so, need rest
So I ask
For tomorrow from yesterday
I so don't know today
Who am I?
More more and more
So I so I
I write a line with types of scripts
who cares
I'm not there
Have been thought and said
Precisely the same way
So I masturbate
More more and more
Really at, reach there
Yet yet, no no
Past, present or future
I fall out from no where
Not a question of knowing
I do, as it is fear, the knowing
Who am I? Who are you?
I sing or shout
That moment in this moment
Reason
Time is to be sent, spent
Can I return to this memory?
Illusion of present, present
So I, I masturbate
I want to see God
This moment, the balance
The fraction of so I, I so moment
Then, you see, taste, and touch
smelling me
You, increasing as the thing is in motion
Approaching in its passing
I am and you are
So I constantly ask
For
Who am I
Between lines I draw
The unknowning
miserably, my thought
please help me
babe, 1 and 2 and 3
as it was eaten me inside
things i could not dare to cry
masturbation
the object is love, but the subject is sin
the spin of what to be called the hint
from God
God me, God you
oh God
I so need masturbation
it's fucking boring
you people
why don't just stop talking

Save Our Dreams

I have a dream, which had short life then died
But its beauty does make my mind memorized
Without it, lonely I’m at night
Of all the brightnesses in the sky
There, the shiniest, I claim to be mine
it’s my dream and it will take me high
I have a dream, always kept by my side
If you have one, don’t let it die!
Save our dreams, save our dreams
Remember a story of an eagle in a chicken egg
The eagle that was born and thought
He was nothing but from an ordinary egg
Remember all the greatest things of man kinds
They all start with burning desires
If you have one, then don’t let it die
Save your dream, as I saved mine!
To the architect of life
If it was me, who could not shine too bright
Ambition slaves me, a servant of the darkest
Yes, I have short life and I soon, will die
But the space inside my mind
Light a dream for someday born a person who will live
With that same burning desire
The precious moment comes again
I shall return to save our dreams

A boy and an old man.
About a boy and an old man, almost ready to die
the boy is smart, and smartness demands to be put
on the height
high, high and high
how high do you want to be
high, high and higher
as far as the light could reach
the peak, that's exactly where I want to be
high, high and high
how high do you want to be
high, high and higher
you know what
I want to step on your shoulder
as high as the sky plus your height
that's exactly where I want to be
the old man didn't say nothing
he told the boy to pick up a penny
on the floor and closed his eyes.