the dark creation

mingling on the heights of heavens
one unique dark spot on the midst
of light and shinning angels.
not minding the troubles on the eyes
of the conservative guardians.

i, the dark creation,
damned and forsaken.
all wanted is a universal freedom,
to have circles to roam on,
speak without the fear of being damned.

though my soul is wrapped with sadness,
happy i am for passing and crossing your paths.
i may not be that good for the group standards,
but will redirect those who are seeking happiness.
and give spirit to those who are breathless.

i, the dark creation,
unworthy to be part of circulation.
all wanted is a universal freedom,
to look upon equally on everyone.
seek understanding on every minds.

faith would always be on doubt on your eyes
keeping calm with your unfavorable sights.
worry not, i'll just be a passer-by who soon leaves.
whatever the goodness taught, and affections
will always dwell on my soul, and is part of my standards.

i, the dark creation,
a flesh and weak with temptations.
all wanted is a universal freedom,
with no walls of  discrimination.
will always remember how to be a human.

tortoise

thought of closing all channels
my other realm, and devote with one.
this humble art i may lay for
freedom it seeks and not to be taken.
those hasty unpredictable changes
and intolerable moments, kept in a box.
indistinct prejudgement soars
as beholder's proven meekness
to push a point in breaking the norms.
selfish.. 'will always be like this.
going in and out of the shell,
scribing all the thoughts, tired.
but this wall has been always been a friend.
letting the scriber draw the ink
leaving all traces to form an art.
as those i left, figuratively they're an art.
a treasure, someday someone will perceive.
sigh, more art to lose.