But the shadow of ghosts.

January 4th, 2008 § 2

Old memory’s haunting dream,
a fertile seed within sweet fruit,
it now grows beyond my realm,
and I, but the shadow of ghosts.

~Sunit 4.1.08

The Spring of Fools

December 24th, 2007 § 0


Democracy blooms in Siam,

pig-head flowers with corrupted leafs,

millions of fools water it with ignorance,

’til they all died of its sweet poison.

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