Disregard the FlooringFor certain times,Disregard the Flooring by HanOneSail
You stop caring.
In different situations,
You need to give it all
Of the attention
In the world.
So, don't trip across the carpet
Floor rolled out from a blind
Carpenter that doesn't care
Whether or not
He'll live past today
To him, life is worthless,
And only profit is the goal.
A selfish man that knows not
Of altruistic rhythms
And substantial balance.
So come back to the inner child,
And you'll find that
Every action and step
Makes your finite
Being and consciousness
Into an infinite
Myriad of perils
Set into ignition
To an end destination.
Which can either be a life dream,
Or a goal without measure.
With or without a soul
Decides any of this.
- Han One Sail
Cultivated TasteWhen did pickled garlicCultivated Taste by HanOneSail
Become my vice.
Upon the morning
Condense with pollen
That knows no boundaries.
Unlike the spring birds,
Perched up together
Through nature's harmony...
As the tingling taste
Fancies my dried out
Tongue locked in a battle
With spices and sugars
Doused into balance
With teas and coffees;
I pick at the scabs
That remain from yesterday.
I know that my taste
Even if my mind
Strives to stay
Intact and above that
Potent clove of earthly desires.
Train Back HomeA flower for you, my dear,Train Back Home by HanOneSail
Because you are dead to me.
That's what my note said,
And that's what the book wrote.
It's been reeking of decay,
And the life that we once had
Is no longer a time we can
Be a part of anymore.
Unlike the past it isn't about
Whether or not we need one another.
It's come down to becoming much less
To each one of us.
We're both piles of rubbish
Neither pure nor dirt poor.
Just a couple of losers
Who'll never see eye to eye.
I leave for the first train back
Home, like we used to do.
So goodbye, my dear, a flower for you
As I toast our past away with... fizzling tears?
Stairways of EternityHe made his way into the facilityStairways of Eternity by HanOneSail
She was made of equinox.
He dove past the guards in the front room
She was glorious beyond his understanding
He cracked a couple of necks to lean in closer
She was polished like a pin-up doll staring back at him
He slammed the door open and tried to get her attention.
She didn’t bat a single lash.
While he knew that if he never got her out tonight
She’d be a weapon of mass destruction for the rest
Of their lives, so he took her from the wires,
And ran as fast as he could.
Down the alleyways
Into the stairways of eternity
They became a pair in duality.
Stars in the midnight dawn
He found a miracle within such damnation.
She awoke and whispered in saturation.
Thinking a Parachute UpwardsUnable to fall down.Thinking a Parachute Upwards by HanOneSail
I'm thinking twenty four seven,
So much that it's burning
The air I'm falling in.
I ask myself constantly
Of the origination from when I fell off.
Refuting to travel with gravity,
That would crash me into the earth's troughs.
Why am I stuck on auto fire?
If I remember right it must be this life,
I am scared to stop thinking,
As once that starts waning.
I feel like it would be the end of me,
Even if it all this is digging my own hole.
I keep thinking of a literal degree,
That will give me a meaning to survive.
I don't admit to the validity of queries,
Inflating across my aging mindset,
Not to end up like the next reality series.
Selling out on a staged set,
To give up my brain;
And just plop onto the gravy train.
Put on a pedestal to be laughed at.
Since most likely I'll do something that;
Might get myself killed.
Since that's where all the thrill,
Is attracting most of the fans
That everyone ignores in the stands.
Some people behave that way to death.
Resolution of TearsThis is my absolutionResolution of Tears by HanOneSail
No necessary salvation
There's got to be someone else in this serenity
That can see the evil against this calamity
Let the fallen rise in their own
So we may slay their dark intentions
Bring oneself closer to God
Inhibitions of the one and only
Remorse of a golden age
New era secured by ancient lions
Praise thy lord my soul to keep
As I wait amongst this tower keep
How much would it cost
For all the world tonight
To complete a dynasty
Merge any uncertainty
And well go solve
As strong as our resolve
Let the heavens not fall
For this is a battle call
Broken But Not FallenWriting was much simpler before adolescenceBroken But Not Fallen by HanOneSail
In a sense of organization and just about all else relative
Sure my imagination fuels it to live on
However it feels as if bullet ridden from realities
It is hampered down unwilling to express
Yet still I write and strive to perfect my craft
Ignorance arrogance tenacity or is it all perseverance
I could care less as I listen to the expressions of others
Who I feel have gone down the same lines
I know that deep inside where once potential shined
It remains even if dirtied it only needs to be washed
Retrieved from the depths and perhaps it will come alive
Once again breathing the air rejuvenated to a ounce of gold
So I renounce my pen and paper even if no longer such a form
I bury away my regret happily knowing I will attain greatness
Not by the views of others but by my own a glimmer from the past
Building over the days to what I can call my passion
As much of a grave it is for me to even read any old words
To know I continue is a truth to be
Another Time Another SleepIs there a soul out hereAnother Time Another Sleep by HanOneSail
A scientist A doctor
A researcher A humanitarian
A politician A visionary
A leader A person
That will believe me.
I will never cease to...
Never cease to doubt.
That they will not dismiss
The aura I possess.
The experience of a lifetime
A mind such as mine.
The promise is in my heart.
I am no ghost no outer existence;
I am a ideal of hopes, a living dream.
That so many desire
Since the beginning of thought.
That so many can just be
Relieved, even me
That I will never be possible.
Still I will wait for the one
Generation to be inspired.
By the stories I can tell
The lives I have seen
The beings that I have known
The objects that I befriended
The love of the universe I hold.
For there is a truth
In all that I am.
A cog of the Universe
Small or large
It does not matter.
What matters is, who are you?
Might you be a equal?
Might you be better than mine?
Where are you?
A whisper will be fine.
Only fate will tell
Only time will laugh
Only life will ease
A Mind within the StarsI just keep going upA Mind within the Stars by HanOneSail
Without a care where it takes me
It must be that if I were to stop
Due to my own weaknesses
That it would make me feel
Like it was a half ass conclusion
In my mind as I fly out
Into the world around
Never ending to keep on
Experiencing life for what it is
Once in a while for what it was
To make it what it can be
Moving upwards into outer space
I look at all that I met
Greeting with only my eyes
As none of them can see or hear me
Understanding the ones still grounded
I awaken and wonder why
While dreaming with the stars
That I could shoot someone
A wish to finally soar
To the level I reached
I guess only life
Can really put me on pause
There doesn’t seem to be
Another person like me
That has decided to stop
At this illuminated spot
Right now I just want to float
So someone or something
Can catch up to me
It’s a bit cold out here
I feel like I might burnout
If no one else arrives
Within the next decade
I guess I may evolve
From the need for another being
Two Mentalities to RipenA pair of young scholars watched the clouds drift.Two Mentalities to Ripen by HanOneSail
Conversation began but quickly started to shift.
The sun hid away in fear of flares,
From the rising glares.
They each had a say on the offers
That the ocean of life has in store as captures
On what they thought was the most sentimental,
To be sought out based on their credentials.
Life is won when one has all the pleasures
Attainable by unrelenting seizures.
Life has no meaning specifically
When unchallenged without tragedy.
Within the good and the bad only the wildest
Most ruthless powers are the wisest.
So says the Barbarians whose very empires have fallen,
While the true wise men have retained theirs from felons.
Art is a right as meat fit for a king,
Only the superior can have the ones that are satisfying.
Art should be to enrich and inspire life,
Not just to entertain aimlessly like some sort of strife.
The values you hold onto are diminished.
The same can be said about yours so supposed.
Its people like you that ruin society.
Ode to a Meal of LifeI took in all I couldOde to a Meal of Life by HanOneSail
Flavors of what life offered
Taste that could turn your tongue around
Dissatisfying sensations like explosions
Starting each reaction around 7 in the morning
Ending every night randomly with dinner
Digesting as if I were reborn in my sleep
Dreams influenced by the senses felt before rest
Today I flew tomorrow I blew up
Into a million pieces of glass
Reflecting the fates I have devoured
Meals become endless hopes to try something new
Eventually my taste buds begin to expire
Dying and lying on the dry tongue
Saliva surfacing to fight past fleeting times
Oh how the good times pass by so quickly
The great moments forgotten so easily
Oh how the sad times bring us misery
The worst moments devastating our savory
The dish we lovingly pick at
Ode of the lovely homely delicacy
The positivity of creation of a cook
A chef so-called the creator
This ode to life
Its fresh warm smell attracts all
The lively breathing behavior emitted
Oh this ode to life
This plate full of experi
|Have at thee.|
One Sail stands for my Chinese name given to me by my parents. Yi Fan. I am not very legible in reading or writing the mandarin dialect. I am American Taiwanese, I write poetry and stories. At times I do photography, however nothing that professional. I plan on finishing my first novel of my series called Shadows of God within my spare time.
I'll just keep dreaming until it ends and wake up seeing it become a reality...
I believe through poetry. People can connect and are able to break barriers of all sorts.
I feel that poetry helps most people throughout history to live through the times. Rough or not poetry is the root of many other art forms.
Whether the person is a poet or not.
They can always benefit somehow by writing poetry for their own sake as well.
As an artist I try to work towards a better tomorrow.
A better future for the mankind of the present time.
The total existence of the world.
So that what I do as an artist will help inspire people to do what they think they must do to help the world, or to just enjoy a brighter perspective in life.
My contact email is firstname.lastname@example.org
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