Casting Random Thoughts

where I wanna be

2011-10-23T23:22:00.001+08:00

Running in the morning,
a date in the evening.

Off reading another book,
wanting to be amazed beyond text and title.

Ink down another poem,
expressing emotions and scenes that appear.

See the world through the glass,
steal it away for a memory keepsake.

Catch a show on screen,
attention on the film and the one beside me.

Be on bed,
without staring at ceilings as the clock strikes late.

Weekends to be filled,
where your heart longs to be and feels good.

That's where I wanna be.

the hard, harder and hardest

2011-10-10T23:07:00.000+08:00

Back after a long day,
what's hard is not work
but having to deal with yourself today,
facing your inflicted failure
and the flaws that took you here.

The harder part is knowing,
that you cheated yourself
saying that you been away toiling,
while you seek out holes and hide
hoping to be out of sight.

The hardest comes when,
you can't deny that you would never
settle for just taking an average man,
despite clipping your wings
and tell yourself you can never soar free.

This is casting random thoughts.

2011-09-01T00:33:00.001+08:00

This is worse than bad today,
I need food to fuel my inners,
Curb its grumbles
And just to feel a little better.

Can someone fill my tank?
I'm almost all out
Like a doomed man
Left there hanging.

Couples sharing a moment
Lips to lips,
Parent and child together
Hand in hand.

Secret messages,
All in whispers,
The glimpse that was given,
Meant a thousand words.

Long for some contact,
Touch to the skin,
The air that surrounds
Makes me feel no heat.

Strike words to a friend today,
Guilty i should be,
To blame the bolt of negativity
That struck me so deep.

Now a convict off scot-free
Lament at his actions,
Spending his time wishing
All can be washed clean.

And ask me not to join in
The wilderness clan,
That direction hasn't been lost
Merely buried deep.

If there's one who's lost,
Then you are the one,
Seeking the presence of a body
To give you strength over the meek.

Tables around me
Full of chatter and smiles,
The seats by my side,
Lie empty and silent.

Was it consciousness
Or they got louder
Amplify the voices
From absent companions.

Gave in today
To a much lost craving
Of food that always seem
Much less deserving.

All in hope
That it will give
Some chance of joy
And lighten off this feeling.

Worked less than perfect,
Though it help raised
My hunger
From the state of poverty.

Music is drowning
Had i stopped listening
Like how i cease loving
The world i'm living.

Good Morning Sunday

2011-07-31T10:56:00.000+08:00

From the waking up
to the breakfast in the kitchen,
this is a sunday
I have never really knew.

On my favorite seat,
basking in sunshine flooding in.
Music from the headphones,
Makes everything seem so at east.

A peek into my drawer,
half open as a stand for my elbow,
I observed amidst the mess,
my red colored birthday card.

This corner of a one meter square,
a little sanctuary out of mess and chaos
where I am most at home,
while I am home.

Let this last a while more,
the sunshine through the window,
the ease that I am feeling
and the morning before time strikes twelve.

The Locked Out

2011-05-24T14:28:00.000+08:00

Armed with a key
but no entry.

Hours getting late,
I'm standing out here,
tired and reek of sweat.

Stood staring,
decided on leaving.

A walk down the pavement,
on the search for a spot
to rest and pass the hours.

Music over radio and cups of tea
makes hours bearable in minutes.

Survival on what little strength,
as my mental concentration dwindle
like battery of my computer and phone.

I'm done and wonder what I'm doing,
when the sun is up and those that follow after.

Does it end up a cycle,
seeing me in circles,
failing to find the end of the line.

Do not ask me to explain,
I'll fix it if there's a problem.

Its just not my style
and certainly not when I know
what is said will not matter.

Tearing off this roof tile by tile,
embrace the sun and weather.

I made what I have the necessities,
thrown out the missing stuffs entirely,
and what I got now is just a shelter.

This is not the way to lead a life,
gotta follow and trust your presume right.

Unfortunately this presume right,
are like reflections of your mirror,
sighted as left in your view.

Last Stand - Part 1

2011-04-14T09:56:00.001+08:00

He maintain his stance,
Withstooding another strike,
But for how long more could he,
When you see his trembling limbs
And sore bloodied hands.

There was no intention
Of dropping his arms
But neither can he find strength
To make another swing of the sword,
Blunt and rusted to the hilt.

His limbs cry to him
And his mind wavering,
Facing the thought of defeat,
With each weakening breathe
Doused by the scorching wind.

good post.bad.

2011-04-05T00:41:00.000+08:00

I could so much hate
the days I get
a much better writing
on my desk.

That the better post
are often companions
of gloom
and bad days.

Consider it
consolidation
to dark,
brooding hours.

Lest they turn around
and decide
to stay awhile
longer than you wanted.

So long the poet stays
sane with chiseled words
you can wonder
whether he is doing good.

Me and Cloud

2011-04-03T22:36:00.001+08:00

Droplets from the rain cloud,
Yet to form a storm.
Treasury of greenery,
I'm looking at trees to be.
Gushes from the air,
Cold to the touch.
That is the day,
At half of the night

Lost Poem

2011-04-03T22:35:00.003+08:00

I don't have a poem this time.
It's just me,
And a heart full of words,
Mind filled with thoughts
Of her.

The constant ache
That rings a bit too late
Bringing myself to reminder
How much I want to
Let her know how much i love her.

Where is my Juliet.
The one that is bounded
By her house and name
And by my words
She went away.

I do not see her
But i still feel her pain
Teary red and swollen eyes
And it is by my name
They came to be.

The logical mind
Does not match with
Emotional thoughts
Like how we were presumed
As a bleak stricken union.

Abrupt Stop

2011-04-03T22:35:00.001+08:00

It came
To an abrupt stop.
No more
Humming of the engine.
Or whatever
Internal mechanics it consists.
Snatched some
Attention of the commuters.
Turn around
Made no sense of the situation.
Jerk on
And its back to normal.
Let's say
The escalator wants a holiday too.

Bright.Space.

2011-04-03T22:34:00.002+08:00

Why is the sun so bright today?
Have i woken past the hour
And no one's here to wake me.
Perhaps the lack to need to
Might grant me some space,
A personal sanctuary in sight.

Mind ponders back and forth
Slightly right
With a bit more to the left
And hypothes the due reason
Was a sign of unimportance
Sadly speaking,
The mind was more than
Half convince.

Used to Be

2011-04-03T22:33:00.003+08:00

I think
I used to be
Happier.

Free like a lark
No worries
By my side.

Where have i stumble
To be here
And now.

Turn all
Bitter and cold
Down to the bone

Strike me down
Pick me up
Just don't leave me stranded.

Can you find me now
When i have lost sight
Of my very own self.

More than 24

2011-04-03T22:33:00.001+08:00

Wish for that additional 24 hours
Or a day if you would call it
in today our week of 7
So that we could
Have just that time
To complete what isn't

Second thoughts kick in
Of time being universal
And everyone will see
Their extended week
And what difference
Would that make

When it means its
An additional day
for work to jump on you
For people to make
That one request
Making your work essentially
... neverending

If only
That 24hours
Was for you solely.

Body in distress

2011-03-16T12:00:00.001+08:00

Chillness in my lumbs,
Aching on my back,
Drowsy in my head,
And no heat to be sensed.

Stack up the blankets,
I could only feel fabric weight.
Drop my eyelids,
Spirit taking a retreat.

A half conscious man,
Onward on this words,
Seeking some verses
That tells of the moment.

This Moment

2011-03-13T22:56:00.000+08:00

I am using anesthesia,
using music to numb my senses
to lose myself
before i resign to overbearing forces.

Let me find peace,
amidst them
while i am like a stranger
in a city i have yet to meet.

A runaway,
pursued by many,
trouble by the struggle,
trying to make ends meet.

Where am i
where am i really?
Have i really lost myself?
My desperate act of escape...

Writing

2010-12-21T01:38:00.000+08:00

I've been writing,
I've been writing.
No more than a mountain,
no deeper than a valley.

The words they struck
a negotiation,
with my head.

That for now,
they'll take a break
from wires and circuits,
heading back to classic.

Of wood turned pages
and hard solid cover.
They'll be there,
for an infinite moment.

That is,
till convinced
to be back here
again,

Let them be shelter
by stars and twilight cover
and back to carbon,
they shall be brought to life.

Thursday Morning

2010-12-02T11:00:00.000+08:00

Brightly lit, Thursday morning.

Bus is on time
and journey was smooth.

Lots of sun,
tons of shadows,
I am surrounded,
by the concrete jungle.

Left is the traffic,
right is the waters,
littered, tainted,
not at all lovely.

The old man taking his break,
beneath the shade
of the lone little tree.

A lady heading to work,
just like me.

Cars keep on zooming pass
the tar laden road,
while people don't stop moving
across the city's street.

I Saw Fear

2010-12-02T10:57:00.000+08:00

Why would I be seeing fear,
one that I recognise
as something that chills me.

The day when distance closes
and gap is removed
from the space of time.

When one walks out
leaving the other
stranded in statsis.

Talks of eternity
diminished into columns of air,
into non existence in an instant.

Could you be here
and tell me gently
that this fear shall not appear.

Train. Noir.

2010-12-02T10:49:00.000+08:00

Incidentally the tram ride
reminded of scenes
from stories of distant future
with a dark, noir setting.
Felt like monochrome
was used in capturing
each of those frames.

Everyone kept to their own,
not a single word was heard,
maybe some hard sounding breathing
and silent gazes to a corner.
Perhaps autheors back then
have often linked up
technology as the cause
of broken humanity.

Some way or the other,
either they are the pessimist
or do I sense
some reality to
their perceived truth
written in absolute fiction.

Missing you. With Rants.

2010-11-16T00:25:00.000+08:00

Papers were bad today,
the morning run was good though.
Now I take the many little things
and try to enjoy the simplicity in between.
My phone seldom rings now,
maybe because you are not around.
I got a web-cam for three months now,
so you can see me and i can see you too.
Its not so much like a broken transmission
across outer space like in science fiction.
Taking about the screens,
perhaps I'm hitting a bit too many these days.
Of which they lasted a good time for me,
at the same time reminding me of the few we did.
A message that is sent,
but would not see a reply after that beep.
Neither on another channel would I
be able to savor the reminiscence of what is so deep.
Heading back to work then holiday again,
and the routine continues without much change.
This makes for a day's ranting,
before I get a good night sleeping.

Where art' thou?
I miss you.

Unfocus Focus

2010-11-15T09:16:00.000+08:00

Breathless.
Endless panting.

There's no wind.
Temperature rising.

Sweat tickles down,
all sides of my head.

The knee jerking pain.
Am I landing my foot correctly?

Where's the distance marking?
What's my current timing?

Rounds to go.
Rounds to go.

No stalling.
No stopping.

Run, run run...
Keep the tempo going...

Again.

2010-11-01T09:23:00.000+08:00

It has been seemingly become one.
The daily trips to the basin
to wash off the stains
left on the cups
by the dose of instant mix.

The start of the computer,
and logging in,
whether to the messenger service
or to the e-mail
to make sure all is working fine.

Then look at the time,
once in a while,
looking forward as each minute cross
until the clock strike twelve,
leaving for lunch and the break itself.

Afternoon chatters,
after food and all,
and a slow drag back
to where time would be spent,
for the next four hours or more.

More mails to come again,
if they would do,
then glance back at the clock,
its a death match,
but not for who to outlast the other.

Did that conclude the day?
Other than a trip on the ride
that brought you here in the start,
then clear the night,
tomorrow it'll all restart. Again.

Are we love-less tonight?

2010-10-30T22:36:00.001+08:00

Are we feeling love-less tonight?

Where outside is all full
of sounds and light,
and all you got is a
broken down speaker,
where nothing coming out
sounds exactly right.

Whatever we have done
to keep it all at bay
has apparently,
very sadly,
been overran
by a flood this time.

Melodic voices are totally
out of tune,
taken over on the list
by the union of
melancholic lyrics
and depressing music.

Maybe attempt at drowning
into psychedelic feel,
and then be wash ashore to realize
the sun on your face,
and all is real,
as real as your escape was.

When nothing else works,
you end up waiting,
be shut in by silence,
that is louder than screams.
But no one hears it this louder
other than you.

Sink in deeper,
and find yourself,
exactly as you are now,
like nothing has moved
but only you truly know,
what you've really been through.

What did the rain say.

2010-10-30T19:31:00.000+08:00

Rain.
The other thing
apart from restless days,
mind-wandering minutes,
and failed alarm clock
that is getting common.

That's the last quarter
in the manner
that I remembered
across the decade since
i notice the falling drops.

Where the day is often served
with a starter, the main
and then the dessert
sometimes in that order
or all mixed up together.

Ash-coated cream,
extra heavy rain,
added with chilling wind,
that leaves a feeling so mellow
especially in the bitter cold.

We had been questioning
whether had someone
simply tune the weather machine
wrongly or maybe haphazardly
thus explaining our misery.

Now it seems a bit more right,
and upon opening your eyes
a bit more wide,
you'll see that
for some other,
things still ain't really right.

Where water sweeps past
like an angry mob and
some lost their life
in an instant
while for others, hope.

The weather that i see,
compared with a previous year
feels more intense
like a person trying so hard
to be heard.

Throwing out everything,
to get attention,
like he's been ignored
for far too long,
that its unbearable.

So what does this rain mean?
For the better or the worst?
The calm before a storm?
And shall this be the calm,
we are all to face a disastrous time.

Clean Up Service

2010-10-19T23:19:00.000+08:00

Let me be here,
to clear up your day,
I might be bad at the house,
but just listen to me for now.

Let the fridge,
offer you a cold drink,
cool off that anger,
and ice cubes to top it off with.

Broom and the dustpan,
sweep up the unwanted,
cleared to the last speck of dust
and no traces of dirt.

What else could I offer,
how about a good seat,
with comforting cushions,
for you to rest right here.

Just stay a while and relax,
things are not as bad as you expect,
keep that smile on,
and in here, you're home.

Phantom of the Order

2010-10-19T22:38:00.000+08:00

They talk about
one of us,
a member of the order.
Now that we have split,
all towards paths
that might cross
and join together.
But this one they mention,
caught my attention,
for few would still do,
revisit this old location.
That he is fair,
that his skin is clean
from the sun's glare.
No glass upon his face,
to correct
distorted angles.
And seeks education
born not from
the ruling nation.
Where the people we have
are few and and within what we knew,
who could it possibly be,
lest the order has within,
a person that remain phantom,
right under our noses.

Hey Friend

2010-10-19T22:29:00.000+08:00

Hey friend,
where have you been?
The pictures,
the writings
all stopped coming in.

Have work
been really pressing,
that time grew wings
to escape
imprisoning.

Does the calligraphy
still flow,
from your brushes' tip
while you enjoy your smoke
in your little breaks.

Simplicity streaks
across the sights
that you share,
of mornings and things,
we don't give another blink.

I wish for you that
may ink never cease
to be far from your reach,
and keep the pictures coming,
what might catch your glimpse.

Morning. Sunday. 3rd Oct

2010-10-10T21:32:00.000+08:00

This morning is
Exceptionally plain.
Leaning towards the average,
Add a little gray tint.
Sunshine behind a shade,
Time feels a little late.
the world seems to go
Half a beat slower than before.
The crow flies as the road goes,
Joining the traffic as a whole.
Green field with its new cloak,
Handled by the storm hours ago.
Probably that's why the little chill,
And everything slowing but not a great deal.
The sunshine hides behind,
What seems like a coat
Or a blanket well disguised.

The same music

2010-09-25T22:27:00.000+08:00

Back to the same melody,
the exact notes,
rhythm and beat
which stay close to my ears.

But one thing has changed,
in less than twenty four,
revolution of the hand
across the clock on my wall.

The manner I now feel
to the melody now differs.
Becoming a song
that calls out so strongly to me.

It tells me lovely stories
that I would call mine,
and reminder of appreciation,
to a person very special.

Dancers on a Black and White World

2010-09-25T04:04:00.001+08:00

Maybe miracles do happen.
Because that's when the heart takes over
and something beautiful is born.

A pair of dancers
on a black and white world.
They are themselves,
and the world is plainly the world.
No worrying about what is around,
all dedicated to their dance.

The dance that says they are sad,
the same dance that sings their joy,
the dance that talked about
each and every single moment of their life.
They lived in those moments
and the dance that would take flight.

Once a while
there's only one of them left.
While it does not stop,
things seem much slower
and it feel not so happy
all of a sudden.

The world might be black and white,
deprived of colors,
its still up to the two
to decide how to put what they have together.
Whether its full of glee or not so happy,
this is where they tell their story.

I spend this wee hours reading,
about people around me,
their individual stories
of themselves,
and the people they love so deep.

The piano piece
that accompanies me tonight
certainly served its purpose right,
to pluck at my heartstrings
and make me write.

Polished Slipper

2010-09-16T00:31:00.001+08:00

Ain't all glamorous with a brand,
i'm the person with two sides of me,
and follow you to wherever you'll be.

I'm that pair of slipper,
...that'll you go everwhere in,
for i'm simple to start with.

Just like i'm not the first,
and not the last either,
when i'm considered worn out.

The moment of rejoice was short-lived,
I should have at then,
revel in it while I still could.

All things gotta go someday,
why is it this time and me
who'll be marking down this date.

Our story started with two,
now it ends for me alone
but your story still carries on with two.

hopes. Build.

2010-09-06T23:59:00.000+08:00

A house by the sea,
how is that?
Or you prefer one
that overlooks the greens.
I guess that's for me,
very much nature, away from city.

Of stone or brick,
that I shall make.
The shelter that house you,
and our home it shall be.
These hands will toil,
to provide what you may need.

Thousands of sunset,
uncountable of nights.
Days and years,
passing by.
Witnessing the story,
of you and I.

Till now,
it can only be a dream.
Saving for the magical touch,
to make it reality.
Saving for that the special one,
to set these hopes free.

change.

2010-09-05T23:35:00.000+08:00

Making changes are tough.

It’s an unknown zone.

Out of your comfort zone.

But I want to make changes.

For the better.

Not wanting to be stuck here anymore.

Outdo myself,

be a better man.

Everyday,

without fail.

Story of a Rock

2010-08-28T02:14:00.000+08:00

What does it mean to love.

The word they speak of it
all the single time.
Here a single man seeks
to find it and understand.

He can shed no tear
the last had nearly dried
since the witness of
a kin on deathbed.

Wants to be strong,
like a pillar of stone,
so threw away everything,
made himself a rock.

Nothing could pierce through
that hard solid shell.
Nothing could bother what's under
that hard solid shell.

One day he felt
like he never did before.
What exactly was it.
He had no idea at all.

Everything he entrust
to crusted protection.
That he no longer knew
what is call feel.

Did this new feeling affect him?
Not on the shell it seems.
Then what exactly was it?
Much deeper it seems.

It was a seedling,
one that found a path
through a crack
in that hard solid shell.

Growing and stretching its roots,
binding onto him,
now its part of the rock,
as the rock is part of the seedling.

The feeling made him
want to pull it out,
but yet he wants to
be the source of that new growth.

Day by day it went,
the seedling just grew
and this moment,
the rock came to know,

the thing he's been looking for.

受不了

2010-08-17T10:25:00.000+08:00

I'm tired.
Really tired.
The whole plan was suicidal.
But who really saw it coming.

Lose the battle,
lose the war,
is there no land
we can stake a claim on?

Pressurizing grip
suffocating
like a constrictor
caught on you.

我真的累了.

Nearly a Scottish Play

2010-08-10T01:35:00.000+08:00

Double, double toil
and trouble.
For this season,
even the witches' potion
will not compare
to this defiled moment.

Even what was forged
through the ages
shall now be denounced
and burnt to ashes.
All that remains,
are that of anger.

Betrayal was injustice,
the culprit thus face
the branding of his name
with irremovable taint.
Now a call to fairness,
but none will pay heed.

All words that come
go down the corridors
where even echoes
shall lose their way.
And the people who hear
shall cease to remember.

As the pigeon will see
that here we do not have
a thane who murdered
out of greed and ambition.
Just a man who step
on one tale too many.

No prophecy around here,
lest one dark and secret,
so whatever happens
to the thane and
his betrayal would only be
left for time to reveal.

A quiet night can get so comforting with songs in your head

2010-08-06T02:07:00.001+08:00

Beautiful.
The strumming coupled,
with the voice of my angel tonight.
I see her face not,
yet so much to her song I'm deeply caught.

No.
Not gonna be like the fish,
caught in the fishing net.
Savoring each note,
making sure the tune cease to stop.

Amazing.
How a quiet night can get,
so comforting with songs in your head.
It ease you and calms,
relieve a day's worth of weighing load.

Relax.
And fall into smoothing shade,
a private moment, a secret date.
Before it reaches an end,
enjoy the song.

To Purge the Source

2010-08-03T00:48:00.000+08:00

Its vicious,
malicious in nature.
Extending its claws
leaving no stone unturned.

It spares nothing in its path,
particularly to the core and central.
What strong presence
with such unkind intent.

Leaving me worse that dead,
the torment comes slowly.
I try to make an escape,
but sees no path ahead.

Even if I'm still hold a last breathe,
the fighting spirit could be extinguished.
Burnt off into thin air,
blown to traces of nothingness.

Yet its more like a poison,
that slowly eats you from within.
Reaching to each and every vein,
and leaves its taint uncleaned.

Making you its home,
there is no running away.
And how much you wish you could
go deep in and pull grab it all out.

But this venom has finally,
meet its nemesis.
Saving me,
my salvation from torment.

Alas somehow,
responded, my call for hope.
Once again re energized,
I know I'm cured.

How long would it last,
before it makes past this moment.
And sneak in
for another attack.

Not again is it getting through,
for I'm more more ready this time.
Tracing to the souce
and removing it all.

Up to the Down

2010-08-03T00:02:00.001+08:00

Up, up into the sky we go
till we were sent crashing
into the land far below.

Air like a jet quickly gushes in
floods all the senses
overwhelming all know feelings.

Suspense
got redefined
in the moment of mid air.

Both space and time
transcend by the descend
and the afterthought that never leaves my mind.

Asphyxiation, overtaken
turned into muffled
by an invisible hand bent on silence.

My body continues feels the flight
though my feet firmly stands
upon refined sand and granite.

Journaling in 7 mins

2010-07-25T23:39:00.000+08:00

Did this while on the workshop. A 7 minute process where you just let your thoughts flow and pen down whatever comes, even if it is 'blank'. Lucky for me, the words are appearing. Perhaps its the topic.

Why i choose to
to be a volunteer.
You ask me,
I don't know.

But i did ask
this question
to myself long time
ago.
And lots of time
before.
Sadly to say
there never was
at all once
a conclusion
to top it all off.

One thing maybe
i can be
slightly
very much sure of.
Is that
while volunteering,
the feeling
i'm getting
is so much fun
and happening.

We had good times,
and bad,
with sweat and tears
but we don't stop
for it is
a team
a team that score
that's why we do not
wish to stop.

Forward and forward we go.
As long as everyone
is here together,
there we'll go.
No bed of roses.
No summer breeze.
As long as
everyone is together,
there we'll go.

Anyway,
there was once
i did wonder
what life would be
without volunteering.
So dead and empty,
i dare not dream.

That's for the 7mins. Shorter than i thought. But it was good.

Dreaming of Waking Up from a Dream

2010-07-08T22:56:00.000+08:00

Weirder and weirder dreams seem to go
but other than here,
where else could things take on a different flow?

A failure attempt
for making the scheduled evening run
for i lost to the comfort's temptation.

If not for that,
how else could this post come about,
to talk of the weird cycles of my head.

No recollection of what went prior
to my waking up
from my sleep in dream land.

All i could find
was myself on my bed
trying to make sense what was going on.

Answer i found not,
except my glasses which i wore
though i had few to begin with.

Something was wrong,
a cut that all suffered
to the frame and lens.

The slice was clean
and by no means
are works from chance.

So as i sit there thinking
bringing to me astonishment,

as i faced a minor change of scene

Still in my bed
with the lenses gone
lying there with my blanket and all.

Way. Lost.

2010-06-29T22:26:00.000+08:00

Sometimes you feel lost,
tired, don't know where to go,
like the lights been turned out,
running in circles in a round about.

Sight getting dimmer,
temperature going lower,
even the feeling of failure
also got intensified further.

Just keep heading on,
the walk seems ever long,
and to where you wonder,
despite telling yourself it doesn't matter.

Maybe you'll find a way,
soon or perhaps taking days,
but if you can't find yours
no one could bring you out from lost.

Overwritten

2010-06-19T21:43:00.000+08:00

Start keying in words,
new contents,
replacing the blank.

What was once written,
now replaced by
things totally unlike.

Like a castle after siege,
intruders rushing in,
claiming the treasures within.

So what's left of the denizens
after the conquest
now the occupation has come to a rest.

Hidden away,
or probably whatever took place
would need them seeking solace.

Now all that newly written,
the ink with its traces
left to the successors.

But what used to stand before
and almost lost
now faces a new reform.

let it burn

2010-06-09T17:15:00.000+08:00

The smoke,
the smell
so clearly in sight.

Yet all passerby does
is avoid and move away
from plain sight.

Those already there
choose to be oblivious
to that flame in the bin.

Let it burn,

let it burn,

let it continue burn.

Carry on with your lives
so long its not your possessions
caught in the fire.

Who knows what else
the flame will consume
to appease a growing hunger.

Once its too big
and far from contained,
it will really take its fill.

Let it burn,

let it burn,

let it continue burn.

Insanity by Solitude

2010-06-09T17:10:00.000+08:00

These walls,
white with a unreal ceiling,
was quiet,
save for
the ventilation of the room
and my body system.

The chair,
with wheels and cushioned backing,
i am,
thankful for
the comfort provided that is
much needed for some thoughts.

The clock,
with three hands moving non stop,
it goes,
tick tock
upon which i stare at
hoping for some enlightenment.

Her

2010-06-02T00:40:00.000+08:00

I feel comfy when I'm with her,
the feeling that someone
understands and cares,
maybe more than i do.

The one who brings the smiles,
shows that lonely is not at all
what i look for
and that i have the capacity for one more.

Knows me like a friend,
adores me more than one,
and my companion for
the long walks and more to come.

The Seer

2010-06-01T01:59:00.000+08:00

It might take a seer
to see past
what is before our eyes,
and awaiting to happen.

That is affected
by our decisions,
and hopefully,
all is not pre-determined.

Otherwise,
actions and decisions
would have been
all in vain.

Extra pair of gloves,
checking the blind spot,
another round of check
with a trip to the to-do list.

Precautions we might take
to avoid the pitfalls
hidden right before us,
escaping potential tragic story.

The best choice
can only prove its worth,
at the very ending
to the person having the last laugh.

So can we hasten
the scenario a little bit
even for a tiny weeny bit will do,
and spare me the agony of waiting.

Would someone,
get me a seer?

Certain

2010-06-01T01:49:00.003+08:00

Certain things
still hold a certain sense
of uncertainty
until it can be made certain.

Who knows

2010-06-01T01:49:00.000+08:00

Who knows
what tomorrow holds,
despite all that you can plan.

Who knows
where the wind will blow
despite what the weatherman may say.

Who knows
when chances will come knocking
despite everything is under your constant gaze.

Who knows
how the ending will be
despite you being the pen and author.

I don't. Do you?

Stops

2010-05-29T01:29:00.001+08:00

Around 10 more stops to go.

Soon soon I'll hit my stop.

Meanwhile my ride shall follow,
wherever the tracks shall go,
like rivers flowing to the sea,
to home my destination be.

Pen and Master

2010-05-29T01:27:00.002+08:00

If the pen calls me no master,
or friend if it prefer,
whom where shall verses appear,
lest they grow from thin air.

The thing about NO

2010-05-29T01:27:00.000+08:00

We say NO to things,
putting a hand to things,
preventing possibilities,
even that of the very necessary.

But the only real NO only comes
at the moment when we decide
to call off the fight
and admit defeat.

Victory is hard earned,
as it takes one to persevere
like a blade to be forged,
passing through the toughest of fire.

Let us be jolly
and well tonight,
we all champs
in our very own right.

Would You, Reprise.

2010-05-19T23:54:00.000+08:00

Few words would be
what's gonna make thing work
for what we have down here
is something really critical.

After those hours and seconds
that flew us past
with traces of memories,
highlighted with emotions.

Now long awaited,
as I hold this moment dear,
only to ask,
and not to just about anyone,

Would you be my lady?

Part 8 - Thank You

2010-05-16T20:55:00.000+08:00

Not enough to express
what I seek to say,
or that gratitude instilled.

But sometimes we should just look
to the simplest methods,
that we all knew.

Here's thanks,
thanks,
and thanks again.

For making all thus far
a wonder that i would be reluctant
to have it rewritten in any other way.

Thank You.

The day is good.
The presents are great.
But your, are still the best.

Part 7 - Presents

2010-05-16T20:45:00.000+08:00

Count on surprises,
to bring smiles to your face,
cut that frown away,
shall there be one to begin with.

Deeply amazed at the feat
brought by the many,
at no synchronization,
actions unmistakeably in tune.

The needs or wants,
all well answered,
though no clue or hint
was ever given.

That all,
forming perfect matches,
as though all of it,
was tailor made.

Even if all gifts
were not to be there,
presence of your
shall already make me glad.

But don't take that totally
and skip the presents all together,
for I very much wish
to be surprised once again.

Part 6 - Celebration

2010-05-16T02:10:00.000+08:00

The time is set,
the place is set,
and the people seems
to be coming in set.

Surrounded by funny wallpapers,
games from the shelves of collection,
and then the menu
pointing towards food and hint of payment.

Jam of the music,
beats hitting award,
add that couple of failed attempts,
and you got yourself a new band.

The game that took ages to explain,
met with its demise,
as the end came prematurely,
at the closing of a plan.

Snapshots and shutters,
the flash and the glasses,
moments are taken,
for everybody's share.

When coffee is out of reach,
go for the ice cold dessert instead,
they prove more than enough
to bring a smile to anyone's faces.

That should conclude,
the evening that we all gathered,
what's left could possibly be,
another of it next year.

Part 5 - Actual

2010-05-16T01:57:00.000+08:00

Could say its a date,
nothing more than numbers,
except the fact,
they exist commonly on calenders.

Like all things we dealt with,
the meaning only exist,
when we allocate to it,
a value that we make sense of.

So this day didn't stand out,
hours and minutes rushing past,
like they do year round,
no attempt to hasten or slower.

As much as I tried
to have it over and done with,
my mind gets clouded,
with ideas sprouting away.

At last out of my expectations,
the problem was solved
and went on towards an ending,
that couldn't have been better.

Came to Talk: Kind

2010-05-06T23:32:00.002+08:00

I trust that we are the kinder people
who wish to lend a hand to those in need
but to continue to sustain this helping hand
some form of self preservation is clearly in need

Came to Talk: Save

2010-05-06T23:31:00.001+08:00

Sometimes you have to tell yourself,
that if you don't learn to save yourself,
there might be no one else around,
when you need to be saved.

Came to Talk: Existence

2010-05-06T23:27:00.002+08:00

The butterfly flutters
from flower to flower
enjoying nectar
and summer shine.

But one must remember
its the butterfly that exist
and thrives
for the flowers.

Part 4 - Cake

2010-05-04T22:32:00.000+08:00

Highlight
of the night.

To mark the day,
you came to stay.

Sweet as it would be,
every mouth fills with glee.

One thing that i see we all share,
that tells me a bunch of people really care.

Part 3 - Wishes

2010-05-04T22:26:00.000+08:00

Cancellation,
one after another,
off my list.

Thinking very hard,
to replace each of those
struck off entries.

Did yours diminish
like mine did,
to the verge of disappearance.

I could find nothing more,
for all I needed,
were by my side.

And anything more,
would just be a chase,
that is as good as it last.

Part 2 - Candles

2010-05-04T22:23:00.001+08:00

Five hundred
Twenty Six thousand
and Six hundred.

Ticks of the hand.
That we are subconsciously
being surrounded by.

Blink and its over.
Just make sure you don't
find yourself where you were.

Now it just feels like,
all they do,
is to pass us by.

Part 1 - Card

2010-05-04T22:12:00.000+08:00

No.

Can't see where its going.

Or that.

I've lost interest.

Simply put it.

Let's just do without it this time.

Rain, Wind.

2010-04-24T15:33:00.001+08:00

Long time,
since the writing
of rain came
visiting this space.

Perhaps back then,
there was
pretty much nothing
to write about.

Now these,
strong rain
and heavy wind
came blasting.

Read those words,
and point out
the mistakes
if you do see them.

It was deliberate,
just felt that
we do not have to be
right all the time.

Why won't you,
take a chance
and celebrate
failures with me today?

Maybe you would,
and we can sit here
staring at raindrops
and listen to the wind.

Coming Danger

2010-04-17T00:20:00.000+08:00

Its bound to come,
no matter what is said.
Be the intention kind,
or just a product
of unforeseen circumstances.

Slip away to a corner,
or the shadows unseen.
Stay low stay quiet,
as you disappear
from their memory.

Stand strong and fight back,
even if what comes will sting.
That you got to,
be able to endure
the possible pain.

So when it really comes,
what do you do?
Hide away or fight?
There's no wrong or right,
only what you really do.

it all started with a bad choice

2010-04-10T02:43:00.000+08:00

Which lead to a trip
to a destination
that should not have been at all.

But lucky the way
things had turn out,
else we are all in for grumbles.

Old friends
are no doubt reliable, and
constantly surprising you in every way.

Took a long walk,
down tar layered tracks,
heading down along unfamiliar roads.

Long time since
we last walked so much,
for no one else we knew were keen on such.

In search of food,
brought us far,
finding our way back to a once upon a time stop.

Had our fill,
paid the bill,
mission accomplished and back to home we chill.

zzzzzz

2010-03-27T22:19:00.000+08:00

Z-z-z-z-z-z-z
Is that what we really say
when we get to sleep?

Or does it happen
or possibly delibrately
being used to denote an ending.

Just like how the alphabet
does similarly
as the final one of the series.

Search.

2010-03-15T10:57:00.000+08:00

Kept my eyes open,
on the lookout,
in front of me,
a huge crowd.

Tracing back to
a familiar place,
trying to relive
memories from younger days.

Back then,
things were simpler
and probably with no clues
about the future.

Every single time here
was about fun and the team,
till one day I saw,
you across the street.

It was like natural response
yet so unreal,
as my eyes
were simply drawn to you.

The way you performed,
that stood out,
displaying character,
that i very much sought.

The first step the toughest
made me ponder over and over
before i dare make the
unforgettable venture.

That took care of the start,
of how we met,
what follows was not great,
but not entirely bad.

Perhaps a matter of personality,
likes and habit,
that put us poles apart,
then i realize we can't bridge.

Throw in distance.
and reduce the time on hand.
We are not measuring speed,
but the heartache separation can land.

Days followed where I felt,
that things can't go on anymore,
took the plunge,
and whatever we knew just took the fall.

Try erasing the hurt,
but the memory will still last,
for its never really possible
to let go of the past.

I could remember being like the dwarf
who was so taken by the white lady,
Just to see her once again,
he became the first of his kind to cross the sea.

So what would i do,
if once again i see you.
The words that comes to my mind,
are distinctly few.

A little hope still exist,
if we could turn back time
take a different turn,
through another choice.

But where are you,
where are you,
I'm searching,
keeping my eyes peeled.

A-D, F-L, N, P-T, V-X, Z

2010-03-04T13:26:00.001+08:00

Can you please turn off the lights,
I wish to be in solitude tonight.
Solitude, not alone alright.

The latter is much more saddening,
as solitude is of your own choosing,
alone is when people start leaving

YOU.

Nothing ever feels right nowadays,
conversations with no words to say,
and the skies a constant shroud of gray.

Food would taste milder,
the world all sound softer,
creates the feeling there will be no longer

ME.

Un-Worth-y

2010-02-21T14:38:00.000+08:00

She makes me feel
worthless,
undeserving,
when she goes about her rantings.

The each and every little thing
which brings you down
to a level of discomfort
one would very much want to get out of.

Needless to say,
the doubts and uncertainties
that clings on tightly
and floods your head with unanswered blanks.

Now it all gives the feeling
of being an item in a shop
stripped of a label or price tag
because its believed never to need it.

We could have done without praises
but these words of unjust criticism
shreds me to pieces
without any mercy given.

Sadly this is only one of the reasons
this soul continues
to scream out in silence
in the dark and lonely room.

To be human

2010-02-17T01:16:00.000+08:00

Is there nobody,
no one left anymore,
without a heart of stone.

The ones who were
unmistakeably oblivious,
unaffected
by the plight of the man,
who was lying face to the ground.

They just stood,
trying not to notice,
what was really happening.

There were stares,
by the onlookers and passerby,
with some shunning the sight,
by turning away their heads
to the other side.

Everyone were clueless,
as the man lay there helpless,
nearly motionless.

Did the people not seem to care anymore?
Or did it happen to be another matter,
shrug off the shoulders of their own,
and cease to exist as one that is worth
investing any bit of their attention at all.

Only one lady spoke about it,
but only from the sideline she did,
as though it was taboo to even help a little bit.

While we advance and flourish beyond our means,
what was portrayed here
has reduced all that we knew to nothing.
All that for knowledge and the quest for prosperity,
what exactly have they bring?

Perhaps the point was left out about
that human character was not graded
on the papers lined with gold and silver.

As much as we seek,
we chase even harder,
towards the goal
so that we can have a label,
to say we deserve much better.

When we try to expect more thereafter,
we stop giving to others,
whilst we grab whatever we can gather.

So where would all these lead?
Like rivers to the sea,
and roots to the tree.
Before we lose any further,
of what it is to be human.

Would You?

2010-02-10T11:02:00.002+08:00

If you would, if you would,
Be my valentine,
For I really wish I could,
Call you mine.

We don’t have to wait
For fourteen days into
The month to celebrate
Joyous days that are coming through.

Simply a yes,
And that will do,
For there’s nothing that can best
Any other words from you.

Well, other than ‘I love you’.

The sun, the moon,
Or the rainbow’s sparkle,
Name it and they will be yours soon,
Even faster than any starlight twinkle.

My feelings is akin,
To that of a summer’s breeze,
Enveloping you as it blows past your skin,
But all I want to do is to bring you smiles and glee.

No one else that I’ve seen
Catches my eye
This is something
I can’t seem to simplify.

All I say is truth be told,
Awating a reply I desire from no other.
Even if it’s just a nod,
That will suffice in filling my life up with colors.

So would you be my valentine?

Short Script

2010-02-04T00:58:00.002+08:00

The little words that bonds we,
Now feels beyond my reach
Blurring the sight of you
Despite all is still in view.
Rekindle the memories,
Light up the flame,
Don’t leave me stranded,
Like a lost man on the beach.

Walk Till Time Stops

2010-02-03T01:18:00.000+08:00

Past the dawn,
through the plot,
sheltered by canopy of green.

Lamps stood along the way,
into the dimly lit path,
where shadows follows.

Pair of footsteps,
greeting the park,
though the fallen leaves.

Dried and cracked,
they littered the ground,
like a carpet laid for guests.

Air was getting steamy,
but the walk still keeps on going,
so long the path does not show an ending.

Till the stairs the path leads,
underneath the starry night sky,
with the luminous moon nearby.

Gazing at the worldly bodies,
speaking of now and the then,
wouldn't it be nice,

if time could stop at this instance.

Train, fault

2010-01-24T00:55:00.002+08:00

Look up above,
starlight shadowed
by the flooding
city lights.

Stuck on a journey
to get back home,
from a place which for me,
is quite unknown.

Before i go on further,
question on my mind is,
why won't she have that little walk
else all these won't have happened.

Not a mere shake on the train,
heard a bang somewhere,
and we all stop
on the next available port.

All caught unaware,
till instructions came
and chased everyone out,
as staff ran across the train.

Apparently its a fire,
with the extinguishers in their hand,
nothing more was seen,
the burnt smell about to become a pain.

Now i recall,
the video that is always playing,
and talks about the worst scenario,
which we now try to avoid having.

For this moment i realized fear,
that if things were out of hand,
there's no getting out
of this basement in once piece.

So again i ask,
why didn't we take the walk?

Gloomy. Day. In.

2010-01-03T19:31:00.000+08:00

The onslaught of the rain,
caused the downfall of a dream.
The run was canceled,
an evening to be spent under shelter.

Gloomy day,
both inside and out.
Listen to sad songs,
really doesn't help.

Listing out
and submitting to the hard facts
became the solution
to find a smile.

Give a break.
Break away.
Away from it all.
All of it.

Hearing voices,
writing verses,
makes me feels much better,
though there is still no laughter.

Why. Bother.

2010-01-03T01:53:00.000+08:00

Why bother,
why bother,
and please spare us,
all the trouble.

Its obvious,
that you are quite oblivious,
to our thoughts,
and that is quite serious.

Why force upon us,
to come together and discuss,
that which we do not love,
though we did not make a fuss.

It was really tense,
yet it was common sense,
that stop me,
from making some offense.

Let's see how it turns out,
as people talk about,
or leave it in a corner,
in a shadow of doubt.

Replay

2010-01-03T01:44:00.000+08:00

Sing me a sad song,
cry me a lullaby,
bleed me a poem
and remind me of you.

Not that it will hurt,
its purely for remembrance,
that it has once happened,
not to be forgotten.

And bring back
from my memories,
each and every little thing,
that has been done before.

Its not the first time,
doubt it will be the last,
for its me who have allowed it
to happen once and once again.

Digging out the memories,
from sometime ago,
and look at a replay,
that matches what is now.

No regret,
no lament,
trust in my actions,
and move on further.

Passing and The Not

2010-01-03T01:35:00.000+08:00

So what is the problem
with failing?
Reckon it as red stains
upon some important papers.

But who is there
to give a grading
this time round
when its no exam?

Experience is a hard teacher
they say,
who gives the test first
and the lesson later.

I'll rather listen
to the person who didn't succeed
and not the one who boast
of never failing.

For it is a good chance
that he has never tried hard enough.
And that failure,
is a much better teacher.

If you are wrong
admit it,
even if you are,
much more senior.

And make yourself
the best lesson
that can be taught
to any other.

plain

2009-12-24T00:16:00.002+08:00

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Fireflies

2009-12-21T10:07:00.002+08:00

Down the road,
mark by unlit skies.
Dark and lonely,
the path goes winding.

Fireflies appear,
like sparkles of hope.
Providing some comfort,
on the bleak trail.

Many gather,
illuminating brighter,
now we see further,
feeling much more safer.

Twilight to dusk,
the walk goes on.
Dawn will be coming,
but who would be following?

A pot of gold at the end perhaps,
but still its nothing compared
to the fireflies
that has shone their light for me.

dream. hall. bat. dog.

2009-12-01T01:13:00.000+08:00

walked into my hall,
all was dark,
a shadow floating around
in mid-air.

instincts tell me
its not mere shadow,
and before me,
was a bat.

it lurk in the hall,
not sure whether
my presence has startled it
one bit at all.

Nothing follows
beyond the seconds of meeting,
until it came,
upon me striking.

Can't recall how i felt,
in that instance.
was i terrified?
or no?

it cling on to me,
right on my back.
it just clings on,
clings on.

i notice a dog,
steps from where i stood.
looking at it,
as its eyes were back at me.

it moved,
and jumped,
onto my arm,
and held on there.

so i was having
a bat,
and a dog,
stuck on me.

whatever follows,
i only know of,
the bed i'm on,
and not in the hall.

itch

2009-11-25T14:19:00.000+08:00

This was unwanted.
Yet we took it anyway.
Now leading
to our own demise.

Then, we defied
the opinions of some,
now we feel that
it was better to listen.

Shrugged off,
apparently they
were the wiser choices
than compared now.

Purely for the sake
of doing,
its just us who don't want
to drop the journey.

Even if we only
have ourselves to blame.
We will still continue
to keep it going.

Re-walk

2009-11-20T00:31:00.000+08:00

Splashes of green and brown
as they cover me.
Warmth overwhelming,
sweat does not stop coming.

We do not dress like this,
not anymore,
like we used to do,
that was back then.

The concrete steps,
still counts the same number,
collect dusts
and lead me to the room.

It still echoes,
very much faintly,
like the many times
i tread on it.

The door remains green,
the air thinly laced with dust
and sunshine through the windows
gently flooding the room.

This used to be home,
for half the days and month,
nothing alien,
a place to call my own.

Stepping out of the sanctuary
feels a tingling feeling
holding you back,
to catch another glance.

See myself
in another attire,
basking in the sun,
with a smile on my face.

There's no point staying
when its gone beyond you,
turn around and go,
but don't forget.

This once,
i wish time would stop,
and let me savor
the tasteful memories.

Remedy in need

2009-11-14T23:25:00.000+08:00

Felt lousy today.
Wasn't what i did,
purely what i felt.

Blame it
on the lack of sleep
that i'm facing.

Overwhelmed almost totally
by the highly
un-motivating music.

But they were
still the pieces
i enjoy more than the others.

Uncannily like a solo,
a spotlight and me,
alone.

Looking for an audience,
who can feel through,
some of what is call sorrow.

Unveil the curtains,
close them up again,
like an routine, never ending.

Seeking the remedy,
trace back to the pleasure
of good night's sleep.

Its Easy

2009-11-05T02:09:00.000+08:00

to say give up,
to stop fighting,
to run away,
to just not make a move.

Then the question comes,
if things goes taking
a downward spiral,
what would you be saying?

Pondering over,
what more could have been done
or what was done,
but not good enough.

Would failure
have been the result
of a selfish act
or the lack of trust?

Its easy,
to not even try,
feeling that all is fruitless,
and not worth the time at all.

At the end of it all,
would you still hold no regrets,
if you knew,
that more could be done?

Slow Motion Movie

2009-10-31T17:00:00.000+08:00

Another film reel is loaded,
upon request.
A rectangular stretch of light
presented itself on the screen.
Pictures after pictures,
placed into frames.
Now we get a show of continuous motion,
broken into bits and pieces.

The faster they go,
the smoother they are going to get.
Mine seems slightly jam today,
my movie is jerky and full of pauses.
Made worse by missing segments
here and there,
which i'm trying hard
to fill back up.

If i would to look at it again,
I'll say things ain't that bad,
provided you look from the other side.
Now i have all that i recall,
lay out in front of me.
A second look at the details
and ever so important things
that people are saying.

For the missing segments,
sometimes we just have to
let them go away,
and relive ourselves
of another possible
grim in the series of memories,
that we could do without,
and maybe save some pain.

Once again

2009-10-15T00:41:00.000+08:00

I went. I chased.

No idea what to make of it.

I stop.

And said 'enough'.

Coming to the same standstill,
all the time.

When in fact,
its only the second time,
as far as I can really remember.

So give up
without giving a fight
for what you once strive for.

Ask yourself,
why bother.

When there isn't a need,
probably leads to missing reasons
and motivation holding you to the end.

Train, Take me away

2009-09-28T22:03:00.000+08:00

I turn around
looking at the distance
between the station and I,
which is getting wider.

All at once,
a voice came from inside
shouting out load
'Take me away,
bring me somewhere else'

Next thing I knew,
my eyes were set
on the metal tracks
upon which my train followed.

Taking a last glance,
the station becoming smaller
and faded into colors.

Who knows what lies ahead
but things felt a bit lighter
as the train
continue its way
towards the next station.

Stranded

2009-09-28T22:00:00.000+08:00

For that while
I find myself unable
to fathom the rationale
for my actions.

All that impulse
that stem from emptiness.
And who says
you can't create something
out of nothing?

I was feeling like I had nothing
coupled with a wanderlust,
that was in need
of being extinguish.

Won't search for anyone familiar
because I'm trying to hide
another aspect of myself
that is crawling its way out
through the jagged and broken edges
deep within my heart.

Once again I feel stranded.

The Days in Green: Time

2009-09-15T23:10:00.003+08:00

We lay down listening to the same old songs,
And flipping back the pages of memories.
Time moves on,
Have we?

The Days in Green: Travelling Thoughts

2009-09-15T23:10:00.001+08:00

And here I am beside my window looking out.
I saw the blue skies and the white clouds,
With birds flying past.
Beautiful.
The sun shines and if one look up into above.
Nothing could have seemed so perfect.

By the shore,
The waves draw near sometimes,
Birds on the shore picking up their food.
Cool breeze follows.
What’s more to offer?
Other than the passage back home.
But where,
Truly is home?

Under night skies,
Stars twinkle,
With the moon hanging just beside.
You can see the shadow of the moon;
The darker half partly hidden from sight.
Countless stars,
Endless twinkle.

The moon is down,
But not yet.
Not tonight.
It shines on.

The Days in Green: Night Thoughts

2009-09-15T23:09:00.003+08:00

Are you feeling cold today?

The wind coming through the window greets me,
Bringing about an uncertainty within.
Felt so uncovered,
So vulnerable.

The rise to anger,
The hidden thoughts.
Fear grips,
Emptiness cripples.

We’ve crossed days without even realizing the dates; Just waiting for the end of each day. Dates didn’t matter anymore, becoming just a number. Now we only go by days of the week. Nothing else matters. Not all the time though.

The Days in Green: Jetty Sight

2009-09-15T23:09:00.002+08:00

On the jetty
Cold wind blows.
The sun shines brightly
But it’s just ever warming.
Coastal water sound so gentle
Nothing could sound better.

With that in mind,
I could always imagine,
The sight of me going back home
To where someone is waiting for me,
Or is it so?
I wonder.

The Days in Green: Recall

2009-09-15T23:08:00.002+08:00

I could feel like having that apple pie,
Like how it went as it was in our song,
During the lunch after our little walk,
Now all that’s left for me are marches in these sets of green while
Basking under the rays and shades of leaves.
The dance of life has died down,
What rises is a choreography that will tell of our new life here.

Shall I hurry back home,
Will I get to see you missing me so?

These songs are not songs or lyrics to take our time off,
But expressions, desires and dreams to what we left with home.

From the Days in Green

2009-09-15T23:05:00.002+08:00

A near forgotten collection,
almost thrown into oblivion.
Found again by chance,
with much surprises.

To realize,
that the writing started,
a good long time ago,
just to ease my thoughts.

No Grey

2009-09-12T14:30:00.002+08:00

Black or white,
no shades of gray.
Straight or crooked,
alignment stays the same.
Light or dark,
shadows are unseen.
Hot or cold,
there's no lukewarm.
Yes or no,
without a maybe.

Either this way

or the other.

Nothing else to consider.

Out of Reach

2009-09-10T00:18:00.002+08:00

We all know that running
is never a perfect option.
No matter how far it is,
distance does not remove the problem.
We still have to face it someday.
Despite knowing the fact so well,
I still made it a choice to
run.

Don't talk to me about it,
I'm not the almighty mechanic
set with tools
with imbued powers
that can get anything fixed.
I'm just mere mortal,
of flesh and blood,
and emotions contained.

What is in you
is well beyond me,
out of my reach
to fetch a fix.
All that is needed,
is within,
your search for
the key.

The rest is up to you,
the stage,
yours for the taking.
If you don't,
who would?
No one.
And nobody can,
other than you.

Beyond my powers
and my strength.
And throw in my patience too,
all that I'm running short,
to make another save,
another attempt
to lend
a hand.

Purpose

2009-09-06T14:49:00.002+08:00

It spells the reason,
to take action,
to go forward,
making sure
you are still in the game.

So how does one react,
when purpose is lost,
fulfilled,
or still left there,
yet to be found.

Then does each breathe
or beat of the heart,
amount to a senseless act,
which should have been
done without.

Shall you fail
in your purpose
or life quest
that some would address,
then what's next.

Does one become a living corpse
carrying on living,
seek for chances
of possible redemption,
in righting what was wrong.

Did the sky got bigger?
Or is it falling?
Rather much like
the crashing down
we had before.