I love you
but my place is not here
with you amidst the sweet August wheat
beside you in the lightest of the dreams
unconditionally too, in all sense of the word
for the world's left you wholly untainted
pure as wintery white dew
warming to souls freezing stark
pleasant like freshly-ironed fabric creases
betwixt us two a silence stills
tongue withheld for fear of loss
loss you question? of deified worth
i'd soon lose myself in your pursuit
forgoing all in name of temporal satiety
surely here I have been before
henceforth love shall cease as
hiding flowers are bound in day
watch as thorns arise
where my heart m'not stay
till night where they open once more again
in birth, bloom of glorious hue
first be sufficed to for now know
so has this one loved you.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Potentiality - (10.08.09)
it appears that with each step towards
the obsessions I hold, the same feet
set distance between us
driving the divide
canning thoughts which transpired
of bridging potentiality
I'll keep up my fences
none may pass where it be guarded
Then, my hands would engulf yours
rough calluses walking
against your softer grains
untempered and natural
Now, it appears I am to blame
for the wedges betwixt us
paces further, you toward
I may not walk your plains again
the obsessions I hold, the same feet
set distance between us
driving the divide
canning thoughts which transpired
of bridging potentiality
I'll keep up my fences
none may pass where it be guarded
Then, my hands would engulf yours
rough calluses walking
against your softer grains
untempered and natural
Now, it appears I am to blame
for the wedges betwixt us
paces further, you toward
I may not walk your plains again
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Mynahs
It's turning dark, and the marketplace is eerily quiet.
A shop is still open, with one last good left displayed, unsold - Lying by the kerosene lamp that stands solemnly beside it.
This last 'good' lay motionless within its cage. Lame from birth, it was doomed to sheer nothingness in its existence and was starkly pathetic.
The small, crippled mynah shivered and chirped softly in the cold, eastern wind.
An old man walked towards the shop, just as the shopkeeper was bemoaning his invalid good.
'Toss it out I shall, into the cold and dark - There I shall be rid of it!'
The old man entered the shop, despite the 'Closed' sign.
The pet shop he found himself in, was a dirty and rundown place.
The harsh winds crept in through the cracks in the wall, displacing his hair and ruffling the thin feathers of the mynah.
'Sir, we are closed,' said the gnarly shopkeeper.
He was entirely unpleased at this old man's entrance.
'That bird in the cage.'
He walks to it.
'How much?'
'Well Sir, you can't possibly want this invalid creature. Good for nothing, it is - You best leave it to me to dispose of it.'
The old man rubbed his stubby chin, and remained silent.
'You see, the thing could never fly. All it does is seemingly whine with its incessant chirping in the daytime, eat in general compliance to what I feed it - And lie there, lame and pathetic. Nothing about it is special, nor will I ever find a selling point in this stupid bird. I don't even know why I let it live. I shall soon let it starve, the useless thing,' ranted the shopkeeper. His surly build and mean tone were indicators of his harsh character.
The old man folded his arms and let out a faint sigh.
'I'll take it,' he said at length.
'And I'll pay you for it.'
At this, the old man's greying eyes begin to glisten with the forming of a small tear... Few could ever notice it.
He took out all he had from the creased and aged wallet from his pocket, and put it on the counter. The shopkeeper counted 7 ten-dollar bills, much to his disbelief and laughed to himself at the old man's costly folly.
Taking the cage firmly under his arm, the old man walked out of the door.
It began to pour, and the night was chilly.
But the lame mynah, finding solace in its new master, would now sing a greater song than it once did.
Now, with the old man's loving sacrifice... Perhaps it would begin to fly again -
Albeit, in its own different way.
A shop is still open, with one last good left displayed, unsold - Lying by the kerosene lamp that stands solemnly beside it.
This last 'good' lay motionless within its cage. Lame from birth, it was doomed to sheer nothingness in its existence and was starkly pathetic.
The small, crippled mynah shivered and chirped softly in the cold, eastern wind.
An old man walked towards the shop, just as the shopkeeper was bemoaning his invalid good.
'Toss it out I shall, into the cold and dark - There I shall be rid of it!'
The old man entered the shop, despite the 'Closed' sign.
The pet shop he found himself in, was a dirty and rundown place.
The harsh winds crept in through the cracks in the wall, displacing his hair and ruffling the thin feathers of the mynah.
'Sir, we are closed,' said the gnarly shopkeeper.
He was entirely unpleased at this old man's entrance.
'That bird in the cage.'
He walks to it.
'How much?'
'Well Sir, you can't possibly want this invalid creature. Good for nothing, it is - You best leave it to me to dispose of it.'
The old man rubbed his stubby chin, and remained silent.
'You see, the thing could never fly. All it does is seemingly whine with its incessant chirping in the daytime, eat in general compliance to what I feed it - And lie there, lame and pathetic. Nothing about it is special, nor will I ever find a selling point in this stupid bird. I don't even know why I let it live. I shall soon let it starve, the useless thing,' ranted the shopkeeper. His surly build and mean tone were indicators of his harsh character.
The old man folded his arms and let out a faint sigh.
'I'll take it,' he said at length.
'And I'll pay you for it.'
At this, the old man's greying eyes begin to glisten with the forming of a small tear... Few could ever notice it.
He took out all he had from the creased and aged wallet from his pocket, and put it on the counter. The shopkeeper counted 7 ten-dollar bills, much to his disbelief and laughed to himself at the old man's costly folly.
Taking the cage firmly under his arm, the old man walked out of the door.
It began to pour, and the night was chilly.
But the lame mynah, finding solace in its new master, would now sing a greater song than it once did.
Now, with the old man's loving sacrifice... Perhaps it would begin to fly again -
Albeit, in its own different way.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
P-Smack
So today, I woke up to help out with a BCCSC outing at Pasir Ris Park as part of the journey towards 'Radical'.
Basically, it was just watching over and talking to a group of kids. Some with special needs... Most normal - But all very cute.
As we were playing there was this one kid that struck me. Perry. He had to be reminded to go to the toilet lest he wet his pants... And he was a special needs child. My heart went out to him as I tried to make small talk with him, holding his hand as we walked to the toilet. His conversational vocabulary with me today was limited to 'yes', 'no' and chirpy laughter. I can't help but wish there was more I could do for him.
My heart is in a mess. I worry I ran into this path solely to get away from the emotions that were catching up with me.
Thank goodness we chose the failsafe.
"Why didn't I see him?"
"Maybe you weren't looking."
Basically, it was just watching over and talking to a group of kids. Some with special needs... Most normal - But all very cute.
As we were playing there was this one kid that struck me. Perry. He had to be reminded to go to the toilet lest he wet his pants... And he was a special needs child. My heart went out to him as I tried to make small talk with him, holding his hand as we walked to the toilet. His conversational vocabulary with me today was limited to 'yes', 'no' and chirpy laughter. I can't help but wish there was more I could do for him.
My heart is in a mess. I worry I ran into this path solely to get away from the emotions that were catching up with me.
Thank goodness we chose the failsafe.
"Why didn't I see him?"
"Maybe you weren't looking."
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Desperation Quotient - (11.05.09)
Scarcely had you left
Thus began, I, my silent wish
In becoming your acquaintance
If you would please to acquiesce
In every chance of union
I bent to run, to run away
Materialising instead a shield
'Mechanism of sorts'... or yet, more wordplay?
I think fondly, miserably of all the glances we took
At each other, from both near and afar
Could it be your eyes? But they spoke
Of something yet birthing - Something even more
More to be seen, ferociously opened
Or perhaps unraveled with gentle, gingerly motion
Into the deepest and darkest of all of your oceans
Belong the emancipation of my buried emotions!
Of all the things that I left unsaid
I wanted to tell you: 'I missed you the most'
Never knew you, never could hold you
But this - I wanted you to have known.
Chaos comes with an uneasy peace
As I find, I'm facing your churning waves
You're the ocean, freely I freefall into
You're the storm that washes me away.
Thus began, I, my silent wish
In becoming your acquaintance
If you would please to acquiesce
In every chance of union
I bent to run, to run away
Materialising instead a shield
'Mechanism of sorts'... or yet, more wordplay?
I think fondly, miserably of all the glances we took
At each other, from both near and afar
Could it be your eyes? But they spoke
Of something yet birthing - Something even more
More to be seen, ferociously opened
Or perhaps unraveled with gentle, gingerly motion
Into the deepest and darkest of all of your oceans
Belong the emancipation of my buried emotions!
Of all the things that I left unsaid
I wanted to tell you: 'I missed you the most'
Never knew you, never could hold you
But this - I wanted you to have known.
Chaos comes with an uneasy peace
As I find, I'm facing your churning waves
You're the ocean, freely I freefall into
You're the storm that washes me away.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Kicked Out!
So I'm in the PW room, and then we were taking photos and stuff.
And my teacher kicked me out. But she let me back in again, so... It's all good.
I'll be going out later to sell off something at Bedok, then rushing off to meet Joshua and Cheryl at 333 for lunch. After that it's time for worship practice... Hopefully everything goes according to how God wants it to be. I'm always learning lessons in pride and humility... The focus should always be on God! And I've been so tired recently. It doesn't help that I have an essay and 2 DRQs to complete by Monday. But I'm confident I can do it...
On a side note: I've been mugging quite crazy this past week. Every free period I got I'd spend it in the cold Study, studying. I guess now, you could say I'm on the right track. The EXCO interview for Canoeists was on Tuesday, I think I did pretty well. But as to whether I'll be Captain, we'll leave it to God...
Hoping today's better than getting kicked out, and around.
And my teacher kicked me out. But she let me back in again, so... It's all good.
I'll be going out later to sell off something at Bedok, then rushing off to meet Joshua and Cheryl at 333 for lunch. After that it's time for worship practice... Hopefully everything goes according to how God wants it to be. I'm always learning lessons in pride and humility... The focus should always be on God! And I've been so tired recently. It doesn't help that I have an essay and 2 DRQs to complete by Monday. But I'm confident I can do it...
On a side note: I've been mugging quite crazy this past week. Every free period I got I'd spend it in the cold Study, studying. I guess now, you could say I'm on the right track. The EXCO interview for Canoeists was on Tuesday, I think I did pretty well. But as to whether I'll be Captain, we'll leave it to God...
Hoping today's better than getting kicked out, and around.
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