只要有妳，我就能呼吸

生命最大的恐惧，不过是来自于心底那个不去发现的黑暗，但是灵魂告诉我们，只要还有心跳，就一定有勇气.

PLEASE ... HEAR WHAT I'M NOT SAYING 4

Who am I, you may wonder. For I am every man, every woman, every child ...every human you meet.

PLEASE ... HEAR WHAT I'M NOT SAYING 3

I'd really like to be genuine, spontaneous, and me; but you have to help me. You have to help me by holding out your hand, even when that's the last thing I seem to want or need. Each time you are kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings. Very small wings. Very feeble wings. But wings. With your sensitivity and sympathy and your power of understanding, I can make it. You can breathe life into me. It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. But love is stronger than strong walls, and therein lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive, and I am a child.

PLEASE ... HEAR WHAT I'M NOT SAYING 2

I idly chatter with you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing, nothing of what's crying within me. So when I'm going through my routine, don't be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying; what I'd like to be able to say; what, for survival, I need to say but I can't say. I dislike the hiding. Honestly I do. I dislike the superficial phony games I'm playing.

PLEASE ... HEAR WHAT I'M NOT SAYING 1

Don't be fooled me. Don't be fooled by the mask I wear. For I wear a Mask, I wear a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that is second nature with me, but don't be fooled.

...I give the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without; that confidence is my name and coolness is my game; that the waters are calm and that I'm in command and i need no one, But don't believe it; please don't.

Five Short Chapters

ONE

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.

TWO
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

THREE
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

FOUR
I walk down the same street.
There is deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

FIVE
I walk down another street.

Please Listen

When I Ask You To Listen To Me

And You Start Giving Me Advice,

You Have Not Done What I Asked.

When I Ask You To Listen To Me

And You Begin To Tell Me Why

I Shouldn't Feel That Way,

You Are Trampling On My Feelings.

When I ask You To Do Something

To Solve My Problem,

You Have Failed Me,

Strange As That May Seem.

Listen! All I Ask Is That You Listen.

Don't Talk Or Do--Just Hear Me.

鬱悶

西方曾经有位哲人说：

女人啊！華麗的金鑽、閃耀的珠光，

為你贏得了女皇般虛妄的想像。

豈知你週遭只剩下，勢利的毒、傲慢的香、

撩人也殺人的芬芳。

女人啊！当你再度向财富致敬、

向名利欢呼、向权利高举臂膀，

请不必询问那只曾经歌咏的画眉。

他已经不知道飞向何方，

因为他的嗓音已经干枯黯哑。

为了真实、尊荣，和洁净的灵魂灭亡！

Heal....

有一天身子问心，我要是痛了，医生会给我治，你痛了，谁来给你治啊？于是心说，我只能自己给自己治.
也许就因为这样，每个人都有一个治疗自己心中伤痛的方法，喝酒、唱歌、发火、或哭、或笑，跟朋友诉苦，去旅行，跑马拉松，最差的一种方法是逃避这种心痛。我的治疗方法是，像这样快要到清晨的时候，烤蛋糕和饼干，爸爸突然离我而去的时候，火一般的恋爱结束的时候，受到侮辱的时候，都会在凌晨到工作室做蛋糕，用那时的香味安慰自己，世上还有比这更甜美的治疗法吗？

Life Cycle

Six Stages Of Life;

Spills - Drills - Thrills - Bills - Ills - Wills

Man in The Mirror

I'm Starting With The Man In The Mirror.

I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways.

And No Message Could Have Been Any Clearer.

If You Wanna Make the World A Better Place...

Take A Look At Yourself, And Then Make A Change.

Lost

If Who I Am Is What I Have...

And If What I Have Is Lost,

Then Who Am I?

Da Vinci Code 2

In London Lies A Knight a Pope Interred.

His Labour's Fruit a Holy Wrath incurred.

You Seek The Orb That Ought Be on His Tomb.

It speaks of Rosy flesh and seeded womb.

Da Vinci Code

An ancient word of wisdom frees this scroll

and helps us keep her scatter'd family whole

a headstone praised by templars is the key

and atbash will reveal the truth to thee

Oscar wilde

The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.

Those Who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautifulthings are cultivated.

For these there is hope.They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.

Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

The nineteenth-century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth-century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.

The moral life of a man forms part of the subject matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.

No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.

All art is at once surface and symbol.