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Yuw Jun Lau Poem
Man in a hood,
sparking light on the sun
pick peak of wood
camping might just too fun.
In Shah Alam's pavement,
calm down with me
eagerly makes movement
sink on the teeth.
I need some food,
don't destroy my own physis
like pardon of thy thesis
care what I stood.
Too fast or too slow,
like my life just low.
look at the power of apollo,
counting constellation of astro.
On reality, goes up to Atman,
En Masse someway
Dasein someday
On ability, become a Brahman.
Unfortunately, I didn't find my spark,
lonely yet bulky, stuck the past at park.
Truly lost my identity, in glooming states,
But hope still carry on the hint, like what I takes.
Copyright © Yuw Jun Lau | Year Posted 2023
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Yuw Jun Lau Poem
I adored your shape as a bottle of red wine,
But, close to spirit, you are the larger words and straight lines,
Thus crashing between logic and sense,
Whereas you, have been sold your soul to dark side.
There’s a commoner who cried to the cruel nature,
Who doesn’t appreciate the hunk’s armature,
Behold the truth, of the words, from the madman
Who talks with the tense of being mature:
“Being mature, is turning the mirrors
Into the windows.”
I been not to hesitated to searching truth,
As I look at the abstruse words of a tooth,
You never learn how to baulk or fend off the climature.
Alas, my fellow arch-pessimist,
Whom hither the gray zone, thither the lebensgefahr.
Copyright © Yuw Jun Lau | Year Posted 2024
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Yuw Jun Lau Poem
Who's the inhumane,
How to identify the thug in raid,
whom seduced by digital sirens,
stirring the neurons of our brains
from sea to ebbs,
from sand to mountains,
and thou shall hurl the commandment,
a luminous sparking errors as minerva,
beneath the peak of the yamafuji,
and the people would be shouted: eureka!
Copyright © Yuw Jun Lau | Year Posted 2023
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