Ro Ban

Welcome

[riverwindphotography]

Autumnal Expressions

(c) gifs by riverwindphotography

[autumncozy]

By aclotheshorse

[fuckyeahchinesegarden]

dujiangyan都江堰, sichuan province in china

[fuckyeahchinesegarden]

fenglinbuyi峰林布依, southwest of guizhou province in china by 秋山君

[fuckyeahchinesegarden]

baotuquan趵突泉, jinan济南, shandong province in china by 凡不烦

[fuckyeahchinesegarden]

pingbaying坪坝营, enshi恩施, hubei province in china

[dreamy-roban]

音乐的灵魂永远在不间断的创作中自由飞舞。 The soul of music always flies freely in continuous creation.

[dreamy-roban]

Awaken your quill and stir the slumbering words within me. Let our poetry burn with the searing heat of the Sahara, drape our bodies in a drunken stupor like forbidden carnival orgies, or intoxicate the paper's skin with venomous metaphors.

"What is the sun or body without its scandalous rise and fall?" Or, "If clocks have hands, then time is merely trembling, eager fingers."

Savor these words with your tongue, tenderly, indulgently—each letter's tip caressed, held just long enough to linger in sleepless desire, rolling over. Let your fingertips trace and turn the crumpled pages, their creases twisted by the warmth of our hands. Dog-eared corners mark the places where our passion lingered.

Feed these words through a ritual: turn short sight into gasps of sweet air through pinched nostrils. Begin my first chapter, and end it with a lazy, satisfied smile, exhaling a sound that declares everything is beautiful in our shared, seductive darkness.

[dreamy-roban]

Echoes

our dreams through metaphors that entice and seduce. I long for us to write poems in the air, like the creator’s shadow visible amongst the stars at night. This shall be our escape from reality, a place without grief or worries, an enchanted land where nothing is out of reach. The last notes will melt away into time, turning into dust on earth; however, they will bear witness eternally to their beauty. Maybe if we were at ease as birds, we would understand what love really means – perhaps it’s this: it is more than an idea populating a brain, considerably greater than feelings soldiering up at heart. Love doesn’t revolve around space–neither defining personal space nor oscillating in-between societal spaces. Her physical presence has never left my mind but now I barely exist in thoughts about her; still there exists one thing that persists till today – our lives were intertwined even when she chose somebody else. It was so obvious that no one could miss it. Thus it happened when fragments moved apart from each other through numerous forks of fate and felt forever separated. Not only mind but also body bore witness: each tangible piece was floating through air merely looking back through watery eyes for lost ones forever gone... And that perhaps especially during this period I was entitled to rail full against all humanity! Thus my life became shattered into shreds because neither tears washed nor heart beat make them thicker against time passing yet fading in eternal passing sadness. No matter what out unto darkness falls me before its demands demolishing everything along their path until… To what extent? How far still are you missing out on coming back into play? Then every so often I wondered just about everything: did those people who have left behind us undergo change? Do they see us? Would they want? Do they see unbroken chains that have stayed since then connecting them directly with us here?

[dreamy-roban]

Have you ever retreated into the cavernous recesses of your exhausted soul, constructed a sanctuary, and lingered there until another comet graced the earth, marking the passage of another quarter-millennium? No? I have. I have observed the city dwellers erect their iron fortresses, feigning tranquility with chewable pebbles. I have witnessed the night decay into a smog-ridden paradise and the oceans transform into cesspools of human endeavor. I have tasted the ever-changing tang of blood, a testament to Earth's merciless evolution. Salt, metal, fear: humanity's distinct and artificial signature. And yet, as years cascade into one another, merging all shades of gray into an impenetrable abyss of obsidian black, I am left with the aching realization that we are but empty shells in the wake of the dawning blue sunrise. Always yearning for the unknown, for the manna that the heavens, in their folly, could never fully bestow. I am ancient, and yet my soul remains in its infancy, awaiting the true death amidst the array of serendipitous conclusions beyond this life, and the essence of love. Loneliness is not merely the state of being left out or alone. Not for me. Loneliness is the deprivation of another's warmth, the agony of unattainable peace. It is the endless company of eternity as your relentless companion.

[dreamy-roban]

Her ethereal shadows, those which poets yearn to immortalize upon parchment, weave a luscious tapestry, a gilded chaos. Her descent, a cascade of glistening dew, spills forth the nectar of the heavens. Like the anemone, graced by the caress of the sea, she whispers incantations, her body an offering to the rhythmic drums of a hidden, festive rite known only to those who behold her splendor.

I gaze upon her transformation—a bird, a panther, a woman, a goddess. An unfamiliar longing swells within me, an ache I had never known, stirred by her presence. She transmutes my desires into liquid, consuming me whole, until my world dissolves into a mist of roses, kissed by the night air.

[cansu-m]

[dreamy-roban]

Yellow river

[lanndscape]

[rainie-is-seasonchange]

Blue hydrangea after rain.

Shiga, Japan.

[rainie-is-seasonchange]

Misty river.

Gifu, Japan.

[ur-daily-inspiration]