Requiem for the un-loved

Your flowing limbs,
drape around you like twines on a tree,

Your feet evidence of a long-standing hardship,
Your heart so pure it puts me to sleep peacefully,
Your eyes filled with wonder and quiet intelligence,

Your smile curl your lips coyily,
touching my inner beauty,

Believe me when I say you're the one for me.

(dear friends, don't ever try to love if you're not prepared to be burned by it too)

S.H.E (Singapore's Homeland Enmity)

She was termed a hybrid,
Governed by the Sultan,
Rescued by the Caucasian,
Raped by the Japanese,
Her children restored her strength,
Hard they worked changing their motherland,
A system they grew comfortable in,

Her grandchildren were born exhausted,
The standards set up high,
Were stealing their youth,
They stood up demanding change,
Change in the very same crib their parents slept in,

Towards a better tomorrow they wail,
Frustration birthed despair,
Despair led to hate,
Far away the youths flew,
Vowing never to come back again to the stubborn parental brood,
But deep within their hearts,
The warm nestle of home they yearn,
Knowing there’s no place like it,
A truce her grandchildren seek,
With the generations of yester-year,
But pride has its own agenda,
A family remains broken apart.

For Nguyen

This God who made this body
Now calls back what it once owns

This mind would not stop thinking
How short time is given

This heart knows no pleasure
Except for the ones he shall be leaving

This world would not stop mourning
For those whose lives became their home

That dude

One day
To my dismay
He said he was gay
That I was not a good lay
And he left before May

So I say
Why do I have to pay
For a man who fancies Michael Fay
So I stopped looking his way

Saturday, December 27, 2003

As I breathe my last sigh,
Not knowing where to hide,
I pray that my last vine,
does not twine,
I say to the swine,
go get me some wine,
and boy did he find,
the best brew that tasted so fine,
I am at the end of the line,
on the grass I sat and dine,
on my last grime,
and you shall hear no more rhyme

My conscience tells me...I'm gonna die

I see it
There
I see it

I cannot explain it
It bears no form
But it comes with a warning

Prepare yourselves
Take your baths
And don your veils

It nears
Its presence blown like a whisper
Our minds flutter with madness
Not knowing where faith lies

The responsibility we’ve carried all our lives
The wounded sins come undone crying out loud

Back to the factory where I was made
My only hope the master forgives

Lost

I have lost myself,
unknowingly through time,
I remember my state of mind,
raw, soft, patient and full of wonder,
I long to slip back into my lost youth,
the only time in my life I truly felt satisfied,
as I roam in this lost desert I never intended to set foot on,
I could only but cling onto the few memories of my yester-years.

Addiction

He became an addiction
Then he was an obsession
Soon he's my possesion
In the end, he taught me a lesson

Some people should be shot

I can’t sleep, as I lay awake and remembered that day.
As I stare at the moon, I wonder if life is gonna be better.
My soul was crushed on that single night of passion.

I search helplessly for answers as to why I did it.
Although it is staring at my face.

I feel the pain as the ecstasy seeps through my veins.
My blood smells bad and my lips cracked.

I can’t clean my soulless body anymore.
I have lost myself in this wilderness of filth.
I have become part of the filth.

You remind me of what I have become.
You can only stare at this filth you created.

My hopes and dreams were high when I met you.
But you turned out to be an actor, on my stage.

What happened to the days when we used to trust each other.
Empty words and unfulfilled promises were your tools.

How dare you crush me !
How dare you tempt me !

I will never feel peace.
Until the day, I stood up to my shame.

I will shoot you.
Shoot you with guilt, till you feel numb.
Numb from the very moments you blackened the white sheet.

You will die of a slow death.
A death so filthy, no dog dares to sniff.

The fire you lit will only die, once you have bleached the blackened sheet.

Craving

I crave for this angel,
This angel whose darkness rivals mine.

We no longer kill one another,
But kill those who heartlessly ignore our relentless pleas.

In space, the stars are no nearer,
They just glitter like a morgue.

And I dreamt I was the undertaker,
Taking my own life,
Consuming those who created me to this angel of darkness.

We have become commercials to our destiny,
Bestowing to those superior to us,
Denying us of our own thoughts.

Let not reality detach us from ourselves,
Detach us from what is being presented.

But I’m not detached,
Nothing heals and nothing grows.

The roar in my belly

The roar in my belly.
Feels like its smelly.

All those yellow substances prancing about.
An equivalent to a trout.

Its heaty down that area.
Signs of a diarrhoea.

Relieve washed me after the release.
Now pass me the air freshener please!

The bowl fused green toxic gases.
The flowers died in the vases.