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Hyde - Self Portait is a poem wrote by hyde

hyde self portrait no.45 - the END

There was no ending.

There was no conclusion.

Conclusion was the ending.

And, the ending was the conclusion.

hyde self portrait no.44

There is no perfect world from the begining. Time gradually highlights the stains.

The treasures which you protected more than your life... It may be already rotten.

Have a clear look on it. Ooh, justice eventually turns to evil.

hyde self portrait no.43

A balloon tied to an old string... Aneternal and a continuous revision...

An endless injection of the mysterious medicine... ...have knitted a German mermaid's hair to it.

Machine - functioned doctors, almost being overheated, passing by and leaving the plase,

repeatedly... ...have reached the bottom of my fortunes. ...pale face like the statue.

Middle finger escapes from the prison...

hyde self portrait no.42

Sound of the wind bell, aslo blurs in the distance. His heartbeat escalates;

like the countdown for death. Sultry night; like the devils internal body.

Endless summer; like the scent of death.

hyde self portrait no.41

To eat To drink To sleep

To miss To love To be loved

To hate To be hated To die

Same as myself

hyde self portrait no.40

I want to reproduce you using our DNA. Where can I find your pieces?

Are they still left untouched? I need to see you desperately...

When I succeed in cloning you... Who am I going to be for you?

hyde self portrait no.39

THE SOUL STRAY

The soul stray into a tunnel without an exit. searching for the light,

It wanders from place to place. But the discoveries are destruction and compromise.

What lies beyond destruction is a freedom. .....and an eternal pain.

hyde self portrait no.38

The method of changing the past exists in the future.

But, seeing you after a long time, I have noticed that I will carry that darkness with me.

hyde self portrait no.37

For what do we keep on creating? Enduring the pain we feel today,

is it really important to continue? What is waiting for us?

Will we be rewarded for this? Is this a wasteful thought, again? Deceive yourself,

conquer your inner darkness, and proceed to the city filled with emptiness.

hyde self portrait no.36

THE NIGHT PEOPLE Not that I hate the Sun,

I rather feel the calmness and its affection through the rays of the Sun.

But, the night is calling... Like it used to be in my childhood...

The night tears the Sun into pieces. And today I wake up in the dark,

and live in the dark...

hyde self portrait no.35

The camera is running. I am running, too.

There is no turn back. This running lasts forever.

hyde self portrait no.34

The angel appear... in my self. What is necessary to be free??

but in a while the angel appear.. What is necessary to be free?

Is it like a timiss like the Grand Cross?

Is it similar to an UFO encounter opportunity?

Is it like a care needed for the delicate equipment?

hyde self portrait no.33

A traveler journeys around the would carrying a bag with a hold.

It is impossible to bring back all of the items around.

Shuffle the precious and the hositems. What's left over is the part of your life.

hyde self portrait no.32

hyde self portrait no.31

The time for awkening has come.

The mankind obsessed with carnal pleasure.

Praise the beauty of your belief.

hyde self portrait no.30

I do't need exess amoung of welth since my life is already fulfilled.

Waht are the stuff my wealth has been creating?

It's not much of a stuff, I know....

how many people have I abandoned and left them in the lurch?

Still again, a child is crying.... Still again, a child is crying....

hyde self portrait no.29

The down is trying to crawl out from an inner skin.

It is like a pimple. As if nothing took place, the frozen blue stays calm and cool.

Eventually his creatious with spoil the land.

hyde self portrait no.28

Let's go to the playground, pretending not to notice, pretending not to know, 
pretending not to think, Just because it's a sunny day. Because I'm up early today. 
Even the scent of the new playground nescalgic.
Something seeped out of me and give me a warm feeling. No big deal, it's just a bit of fear. 
See, I can walk on my own with an on one's help.WHAT A SHAME!! you just don't get it. 
Let's just take a longer way to go home .......... just because it's a sunny day.
Because I'm up early today.

hyde self portrait no.27