Feels like I have lost you, my friend.

Never more will the wind
cherish you again,
never more will the rain.

Never more
shall we find you bright
in the snow and wind.

The snow is melted,
the snow is gone,
and you are flown:

Like a bird out of our hand,
like a light out of our heart,
you are gone.


Hilda Doolittle

What can be done?

There is no sound

There is no sounds

Clocks tick away
Every breath slows
My heart pumps away

Philbert's vibration or old horns
Where are they?
Philbert's ringer no longer croons
Still where are they?

My heart pumps away
Every breath slows
Clock ticks away
There is no sound

Toss and turn till rest is found.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and the ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the pasion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!- and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Elizabeth Barrett Browning

KIV...

... is an oxymoronic expression that creates a removal of possibilities rather than the intented creation of stance to pounce on available opportunities.



Memories flash before my eyes
Felt a harsh brush of sub zero ice
Heart was frozened for a little while
Stood outside Springfield wondering "How?"

The evening came to a slow halt
Facade smiles - the face fails to hold
A few felt, asked and gave comforting hugs
Some rattered on their chatter's pull and tugs

Broken and so much more is hers
How can this change of event be
Need wisdom, need restoration, need healing
Detest these breaking and feelings

Why am I bashed and slammed from all sides?

Gold

Pale gold of the walls, gold
of the centers of daisies, yellow roses
pressing from a clear bowl. All day
we lay on the bed, my hand
stroking the deep
gold of your thigh and your back.
We slept and woke
entering the golden room together,
laying down in it breathing
guickly, then
slowly again,
caressing and dozing, your hand sleepily
touching my hair now.
We made in those days
tiny identical rooms inside our bodies
which the men who uncover our graves
will find in a thousand years,
shinning and whole.


Donald Hall

The disciple

When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure
changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears,
and the Oreads came weeping through the woodland that
they might sing to the pool and give it comfort.
And whe they saw that the pool had changed
from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, they
loosened the green tresses of their hair and cried top the
pool and said, 'We do not wonder that you should mourn
in this manner for Naricissus, so beautiful was he.'
'But was Narcissus beautiful?' said the pool.
'Who should know that better than you?'
answered the Oreads. 'Us did he ever pass by, but you he
sought for, and would lie on your banks and look down at
you, and in the mirror of your waters he would mirror his own beauty.'
And the pool answered, 'But I loved Narcissus
Because, as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in
the mirror of his eyes I saw ever my own beauty mirrored.'


Oscar Wilde

Am I beautiful in your eyes?

Schism

His heart is greatly and deeply stirred,
There's no doubt it's started.
Old english made it a four letter word,
Thus, as such, it's now writtened.

For this someone, he has chose to forgo
The next better lady.
This breathlessness, he cannot forget.
Let it rage, this malady.

A man of God and of desire
He stands here worn and torn.
Godly advice he has to give is sure
But schism, within, is born.

A tough option to take is withdrawal.
But like thread through a needle,
Everything he sews is in its colour.
Her absence he's not be able to handle.

Do right for all things, all the time.

The first day

I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or winter for aught I can say
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom for many a May.
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!


Christina Rossetti

Yes, you! I'm referring to you.

Transition

there is no distinction where it begins
a debate starts with a notion
it will then moves into motion
soon it draws near to something

we're showing no difference in transition
maybe better to use a rose or two
to have a clear bridging from me to you
or have something to represent in quintessential

influences from the hollywood occident
sweet romance with songs and fireworks
happy ever after till twelve strikes the clock
or is better the norm practice of orient?

do you know?

love love. hug hug.

a simple email
received through digitally
told me that you're well

he jumps out of bed
to make his way to the fab
embracing new days

Cosmic ordering a "Gd Morning!" today.

For Colina

the wind of change brings many ______
May it bring to you many happy days
the brilliance of friendship brings many ______
here and now wishing u a happy brithday!

Friendships are not too far away.

oh, at least i have tried

after all that you have tried
maybe it's time to move
in the beat of tribal groove
perhaps you will fly

flying starts with small flappings
flapping with your heart tinglings
tingling of strong emotion feelings
feeling to achieve great aspirings

it's time to aspire.

Jasper's Bday is today!

twenty five years
quarter of a century old
two more quarters to go

68798432 days more
and more to come
started on your birthday

twenty five years
now our paths crossed
two friends in common

68798432 days more
And more to come
Started on your birthday

Gasp! We didn't celebrate.

Jesus, you make is all good.

hair of many gentle curls
flowing from cheek to shoulder
vision focused on her
then my insides floundered
it's heading in "that" direction
once again i made this a flop
reassuring is my intuition
all is well for her, i hope
words that i spoke hurts
those unspoken, are worst, they break
the soft and beautiful heart
is easily smashed like cake
wonder if the stand i took is good
jesus, you can make all these good

A cup of tea

Continue stirring!
You're making sweet scented tea
Using a bucket.

Nua-ing doesn't make sense. What's the good in this.

I thought...

... the wait was over.


He's holds out his hands
Into the cloudless-ness
Clearly seen are stars
They fill the sky
The absence of the Moon
Longing for white snow flakes
During the long dry summer night
Winter brings with it gifts and songs
When's the change of season
A boy's wondering in wait

M06/07

stayed home
perspired
temperature's rising
games
books
blogs
emails
presentation



Ailment of the nose
Bought her plenty of mucus
And friends' get-well-soons

Loving mummy's cooking.
When am I going to help with house chores?

whisperings

the wind brings
gentle whispers
of words unspoken

the stars forms
tomorrow's dreams
of story unwritten

the mountains stand
echoing voices
of song unsung

the elements tries
to reveal secrets
of my heart's deep well

M03

Was out with Delia the whole day till the evening. I owe her big time. 45 minutes to be exact. Was ultra late. Really blessed to have her for the afternoon. Went out to meet Ying's friend, Zaw, in the night. Glad to have made the effort to meet him thou I was so sleepy.

Shocked awaked
Rushed
Train
Bugis
Red wok?
Food for thought?
Va va vroom-ed
Pho
Stew
Fish cake
Drip coffee
Plum and lime soda
Bras Basah
Cat socrates
Notebooks
Bookmarks
Techmen
Bible?
Book?
Devotional
Membership expired
Faint
Sweet potato
No cash!
Ice Kacang
National Library
Level 7
William Farquhar
Level 10
S. Rajaratnam
Iluma
Link bridge
Bugis street
Hawker
Ikan bakar (Ayam to be exact)
Bus
Train
Home
Assam Laksa
Planning
Walked
Zaw
TV
Computer
Drink
Snack
Dozed off
Walked
Home
Slept



A slow afternoon,
Jumping to different places
With smiles and laughters

Raffles wasn't that good after all.