Parallel

Dualistic natures of the elements collide.

Disparaging thoughts ravage their minds.

From one across to another a song replays,

Of battles and wars they scar the plates.

Defiant and proud,

One seems to stand.

Disillusionment creeps as silent as footsteps.

Alienation begins at dawn.

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Gingerly

The mug was still hot.

Fresh from the microwave,

At first it was burning,

Then slowly it recedes.

An arm swept past the table,

Clearing it of all utensils.

A gruff voice barked an unintelligible command,

As a pair of hands tightened around him.

There was bright light.

A beam shone between his eyes.

Unfocused and dazed from the hauling,

Waiting for the next.

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Rejuvenation

"面壁思过"

A graffiti artist sits by his murals.

Thinking to himself, "what did I have for dinner last night".

As he dives deeper into his train of thoughts,

He questions himself.

What ifs,

He thought.

I could be on the wrong side of the law.

What is,

He exclaimed!

I now know I am in the fault.

Packing his tag-bag,

And his art supplies,

He sets off as a new man,

In search of a new name.

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Running into the Sun

What would you do if you're really sad,

When it's so bad that you lose the ability to feel.

You want to cry but you cannot,

There are no tears to shed.

You want to rage,

To scream and shout.

To throw your hands around a neck,

Coaxing them to eternal sleep.

You are disabled.

The inability to emphatise.

You cannot feel what they feel,

Nor can you feel what you're meant to.

There is no joy.

The pain you feel subsides and washes away.

The cold and heat affects your body,

Yet you stand disrobed in the snow.

Each morning you open your eyes,

To breathe the air of just another day.

Working through life in the speed of days,

The monotonous repetition of the so-called living.

You dread going to bed,

Afraid of the next day.

Not wanting to awaken,

In the wake where all is dead.

You wonder why you sustain yourself for this.

Would self sacrificing be such selfish deed?

You know that you are depleting the world of its resources.

You hate wasting; but what do you do when you are the waste?

Parts of you continue to rebel,

Trying to gain the upper hand in this war nobody waged.

Your new found optimism is formidable,

But is it enough?

Doubts and questions cloud your mind.

You know not what to do.

You seek advice and help but they avidly avoid you.

There is only one decision to be made.

Stop the persistence and perseverance,

All to be won has king been lost.

There is nothing left to lose,

Where in losing, you can finally win.

There can only be one goodbye...

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Prints

I am a predator.

Cunning and opportunistic.

I may not like what I do,

But the window appeared and through the window I went.

The cat is out of the bag.

This isn't a secret.

I doubt the feeling is mutual,

Waiting for the train again.

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Ambivalence

My street is deathly silent whilst nearing midnight. Soft flutters of my neckerchief,
Irregular wet thumping of my heart,
Embedded deep within my chest cavity.
It shatters the polished icy atmosphere.

A baby sleeps in the room facing the street.
Rough coughing and spluttering disrupts her otherwise peaceful slumber.
This winter has yet to go cold,
Alas, the child will die.

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Void-walker

An abandoned 16th century chapel lays in waste. Of what used to be a place of joy, merriment, and luxury; it has slowly degenerated as time crept by.
You can still see the cobblestones laid underneath the ruins, rough and crudely shaped to fit; a testament of its unwavering endurance.
Streaks of daylight splays across the nave, dancing and weaving itself through and between the crumbling stone columns; whilst filtering itself through the dust kicked up behind me, creating a kaleidoscope of colours.
Panes of century old windows lay cracked and damaged; whilst scattered across the barren wasteland.

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Christ Has Fallen

"The cross has fallen!"
"The cross has fallen!"
"The cross has fallen!"

These words echo in my mind as I pass by.
I stroll by the fence to gaze upon the horizon, where green rolling hills and clustered evergreens swathe the landscape. There is no end to this mass of green.

Standing parallel to me, there they lingered. Large brown eyes lingering on me as I came into sight. They track my every movement with baleful eyes, the eyes of a dying breed.

Jesus Christ is our saviour. We pray and worship Him for he is all, but holy.
We know not his existence, a figurine written in holy manuscripts which claim of his great feats.
Yet, we pray.

Why would one devote oneself to the judgement of He who exists not in flesh, but in the embodiment of our minds; when we, as ourselves has achieved just as much?

Till the end of the day, when the cows go home; the cross will stay fallen. It shall not rise again.

Why pray to an unfamiliar God where one knows not intimately, when one can be God himself?

A god is no God, when the simple-minded are being exploited; just like raising livestock to be slaughtered.

Live to die; that is mine purpose.

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Religion

I can remember vividly, vibrant as it occurred yesterday; instead of being the repressed memories from aeons ago. The sharp intake of my breath as the cold steel touched my naked flesh, exhilarating and numbing as it fell with a muted thud. Bruising the bone and tearing the tense bundles of muscles, again and again I brought it down. Not moment's rest did I take, no leave to breathe of pray. Any display of mercy will affect the chances, my chances; at the power of its cleansing thoroughness.

It was my religion.

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Angels

One, two, three... The seconds trailing off as the untimely clock ticked away. I had up to 180 before my backup kicked in. After all, we all get there someday.

I could smell the musky leather seizing up in my nasal cavity, lingering unnecessarily, tainting and clouding my thoughts.

I did not want it to end. The throes of adrenaline gushing into my long constricted veins; the dry spell was finally over. I could feel again.

Gingerly, my fingers hovered carefully over the buckle, grasping the levered end whilst tugging at the remainder; to tighten further. As my fingers fell from their grace, it felt as the floodgates to the canal were bombed; energizing juice sparked and sizzled throughout the course of my lower torso. I felt what I shouldn't; the taboo foreboding cautiously, what a time to be alive!

* * *

The feelings flashed and went like a thunderstorm. Struggling to grasp at any strand of feelings, the Angels, they perversely slip through my fingers; until next time then.

Until next time.

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P. E. A - Decoded

PEA 

P is for PRINT

E is for ENCHANT

A is for ANIMATE.

The main concept behind this animation is to portray the correlation between the living and the dead.

Paper comes from trees. They used to be alive and vibrant once, before being shaped, processed and formed into paper sheets.
Figuratively, a living organism will and shall continue living on, as long as it's spirit resides.

Hence, Ralph the dinosaur comes into play.

P.E.A - A is to ANIMATE

WATCH IN FULLSCREEN AND IN 720p or 1080p
Here's the final installment of the P.E.A triology.

3. P.E.A - A is for ANIMATE

Monoculus

I can feel my eyeball squelching in its socket,

As I forcibly rub on it with the back if my hand.

Balled into fist,

Horizontal surface level punching.

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Sit Down Guy

I'll always be that person; he who sits on the single bench far left, away from everyone.
That person you'd never take a second glance at, a "nobody".
However, as the universe revolves and glitches in the matrix, the seams of the fabric of our humanity tears ever so slightly at each revolution.
There will come a time when I will be that person you reach out to when you need something; when there is nobody for you out there, " nobody "has got you covered.
Soon as you're back on you're feet, we shall part once more.
I will still exist; but by fading as the whispering wind blows by.

Signing off,

The Sit Down Guy.

Numb Nuts

Twist and twirl,

Clenching butt cheeks,

Mounting tension,

Testicular torsion.

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Moonman

In the waning moonlight,

A piercing howl broke into the night.

Wings beat furiously in the air,

Thudding in sync with my nervous heartbeat.

Submerged in the darkness of the woods,

I stood stiff and still.

Feeling goosebumps tricking down my nape,

I could not yet run.

Hands in the button.

Keep still.

Your hands are my eyes,

My gut feeling never lies.

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Ralph

I like the way you warble,

Through the shower curtains in the morning,

Writhing under the cold splashes of water,

Furiously scrubbing away.

I adore your refusal to buy me trinkets,

To insist on making something,

Conjuring up strings and spools of excuses,

Prattling on about the embodiment of your essence in your makings.

I find your constant epiphanies rather bland,

Having to listen to you pine on and on about something I couldn't ever seem to grasp,

It's not that you are disinteresting,

It's just that you're, you.

I don't want anybody else,

Just one,

Of you.

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Where're you headed?

It's all fun and games until then,

That fateful moment.

When two star-blinded creatures cross one another,

Somebody's going to lose his head.

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Nook

Haplessly it slithers through the nook and crannies of the alleys,

Slinking stealthily away from the threat,

Wandering aimlessly in need of the exit,

This appears into view.

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Stop Motion

Stop, click.

Stop, click.

Stop, click.

Scuffle, scrabble, a little tweak here and there,

Alright.

Repeat.

* * * 5 hours later...

Click

Click

Click...

Please change battery pack.

* * *

The thrill of giving life,

To an anonymous sheet of paper,

Letting it dance freely to it's heart's content,

The joy in my heart.

Memories in each shot,

The 80 unique hearts.

Drawn, cut, painted,

My morbid love affair.

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Man-Aid

I feel my insides exploding outwards,
Like a constricted ball of fluff.
Trying to escape the binds of my skin,
Taut like a drum it stretches.

My feet, they tremble.
My mind, it is not sane.
My feelings, only pain.
My emotions? There are none.

Only sadness,

Sadness,

And more sadness.

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Wingman

Now that the knowledge has been bequeathed upon you,

Wash away your pit stains of ignorance.

Let us take flight once more,

And against the wind we shall fly.

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