A'karikz Yannaing with Soe Htet and 2 others
20 hrs ·
ဒီကဗ်ာမွာ firefly ဆိုတဲ့ စာလံုးကို အဓိပၸါယ္ ၂ ခု ယူသံုးထားပါတယ္... တခုက ရိုးရိုး ပိုးစုန္းၾကဴ းငယ္... ေနာက္တခုက က်ေနာ္ေနတဲ့နိုင္ငံမွာ ရွိတဲ့ အေဝးေျပး ညဘစ္ကားပါ..ကဗ်ာက ၂ ခု လံုးနဲ႔ လွပစြာ ခံစားၾကည့္လို႔ရေနတယ္... ဖတ္ၾကည့္..။
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""FIREFLY""
In the dark
I was thrown into a car like bus
Became a human like others at first
I don't know where is this vehicle from
Or how far the journey it has had
What I started to do is studying myself,
And around me, and further, and the rest of that
Started with Hi, Hello, A, B, C, D, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
All that known, all that shown , all that described
You do the same no matter you like or you don't
Each thing is a machine inside machine till it broke
we speak the language that most possible
We share the knowledge that most available
Ask myself or traveling-mates "what is next stop?"
Or "Where are we going to?, these answers are lost
This is a growing and flowing life that you can't get off
On this never ending long-life-time-belonging-road,
There are cars that dead, cars that get fixed, cars that going
Each of one holds one-way-ticket to where without a knowing
The coming cars from the front are heading to where we from
Wave a hand's up "Hello", we are heading to where they from
We generally know about the town they are going to hit
They generally know about the town we are going to hit
We've both failed to share it by a constant life in opposite
What a poor human being we all are the road-head-wheels
An uncooperative selfish-being we all are a hopeless things
Are we going/coming? or Are they going/coming?
The hidden answers is no one's going nor coming
We the current humans are lucky to have the map for the journey
But the map only represent past history, all we get is the possibility
Crawling into unknown territory is full of unexpected uncertainties
No excuses or apologies, the life we deal with, the life we feel it,
The life we directed as, the life we arrived at has no reinforcement
Rise the pride-flag up the highest you can in your days of existence
Fight the toughest works the nicest you can in your ways of techniques
We here in the dark are only for a moment, a moment of entire chapter
As a motorcar inside a car, As a traveler inside a discoverer
As a passenger inside a driver, As a driver inside a passenger
No matter what position you're in, on the road, we're rolling visitors
Here I'm as driver, my children and my wife in my car as passengers
Driving through the thickest darkness wall, I cruise-control and guide
Everything-should-slow-down-drive on anything-could-go-wrong-night
Unnoticed that I've arrived at my final stop means my duty is done
As my car's fucked up I look back inside the car and found no one
Hello; Hello; Welcome; Everyone; and No one; Welcome to the grave-land
This is a co-dreaming-peaceful-cemetery; A co-ending-peace-hold-gravity
A brand new day-light is shinning and memories in the darkness are over
Mausoleums are the only artistic architecture ever last in mankind culture
Let's fondly and freely forget about what we were a visiting travelers
Let's fondly and freely format about what we were a living motorcars
Let's fondly and freely forget about what we were a rolling wheels
Let's fondly and freely format about what we were a human beings
Is it still seeing any-view, feeling any-mood or hearing anythings
Groups of FIREFLIES are found dead in the grave-yard-gardens
What make them begin and What make them end are equally sin
Sins of God also known as The mighty boss of firefly-car-makers
Unable to assemble the-day-time-car-lights for the life of fireflies
Wings of fireflies as a night lights only shine on the night life time
Dark-Night-Divine never welcome the sunshine by Day-Light-Sky
Fireflies are better and dare to die in the fresh new-daylight-time
They've rejected all kinds of kindnesses and all minds of mercies
Conclusively and carefully said We Don't Need Your Humanities
A highway bus called FIREFLY used to take you to a destination
Never take opportunities for your thanks and your appreciations
Have you ever silently heard songs of the flying skeleton's singing
the blackest shining part of a melodic curse of the creative beings
As cruelest as the human's mind; As coolest as the fireflies' smiles
Well, once upon a time ago. The story-telling-poetry no one knows
As we all go to hell for a holiday with an animal mind for a while
Let's enjoy this sins of an automatically objective creative character
Sin-films are faithlessly made for mankind who hell-widely baptized it
As dead as we all live on and on and on
A'karikz Yannaing
19-05-2013
