The Mortician Had a Poetry Slam

Yield treacherous spawn
Beneath these balls of sins you came

Deserving of a torturous abortion
Thine unspoken destiny rapes one’s vision of humanity

Come ye who drinks from the breasts of Medusa
Fork this seed and feel no pity

Bollywood Destroyed My Life

India was my home,
Now my home is called Little India

In Singapore, people always don't smile at me,
I don't know why

My other friends from India also say the same,
They say these Singaporeans think we all bad

I know this is true,
Becos the lady living near where I work,
always don't allow her son to talk to me when I smile or say hello

One day, I was washing Block 238 at Toa Payoh where the lady live,
I wash outside her house then I saw her watching Hindi movie

The actor in the movie was beating his wife and son using slippers
I hear the women say to her son, 'See indian men all bad'

I laughed. Now I know why she don't like me,
She see too much Bollywood movies and think we all bad people who smell and drink like mad

But the thing is, I'm from Tamil Nadu and not Bollywood,
She should just blame the Bollywood movie directors lah!

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Literati 2 - 8th September 2006, Substation

stand up for the beautiful bastard

last days of pompeii II, Gottfried Helwein

deny the men
deny the boys
turn the tap Jen
turn yourself on
release the sticks
fill your vacuums desire
stand up stand up
no not the manly attire

Aphrodite’s Dilemma (The Isle of Lesbos)

I have yet to hear from her,
The mighty Aphrodite in the whirling skirt

On this soft mat all girls yearn,
For the bosoms’ warmth just nice beside them

Those succulent arms oh how I crave!
My fingers itch to run through those red locks once again

enters Aphrodite

She sickens my thoughts,
This woman of no bearing stalks me

Yet I am always drawn to her,
The attention she gives never apparent in a man

What must I do?

These emotions I’ve always wanted,
Comes in a different body that what I expected

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Invisible Beloved

Beloved,
I am so flawed,
I cannot get things right,
I beat myself up too much,

I want to be free of conforming,
I can only think of relinquishing this pain through you,
Hence I wish to seek your kingdom,
And bask peacefully in your haven,


I think of you when in times of need,
You move me to tears with your absence,

Beloved,
You are everything,
I fall in love merely thinking of you,
When the truth is, I’ve never even met you.

The Gnostic

mixed media, Gottfried Helnwein

The lovely child,
Nestled peacefully in her own arms,

Wide awake she thinks,

Who is this God my kind speaks of?
A brainwashed personace of patriachy?

An egotistical excuse for the sovereign self?
Or rather a front for the devil in you?

Stop
Enough

Cease you holy tools of war,
Blemished his name you have made,

No more!
End your suffocating dogma,

Twirl the dervish spins,
His skirt and breath a seductive welcome,

Voltaire's whispers playfully heard,
Finally this child understands,

For paradise has always been in her head

The Observing

painting by Gottfriend Helnwein

On the train,
On my way to work,
On the usual pace of life,

Watch,
I watch you deeply,
Where are you going?

Noticed,
You fidget,
Your small space invaded,

Smile,
Who is she? You ask,
Look away,

Door slides open,
You dissapear,
A lasting memory,

For the observing.

Lord Gangroid

Oh thy apartheid
Meet Lord Gangroid

No Star Trek suit devoid
He comes spotting a Trigoid

Little Earth Android
Why so noisy? He exploid

He took out his polaroid
Proclaim, See how we keep it all in void!

Like a true priest Druid
He snobs lots of id

The little earth people cannot avoid
They get too annoyed

Shout they go, We the new Negroid
Are not soiled!

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This is a poem with regards to the debate about day offs for maids in Singapore.

Hmmmm.......
I clean
I sleep
I eat

I do this everyday
For money

Very nice
Big house, car and children

I do this everyday
For my family

Cannot stop
Cannot go out
Mum will scold me

I'm tired
I want to rest

But I cannot

Shot (I spoke to me after I shot me)

Can’t sleep
Laid awake remembered that day
The moon, wonder if life will run better
Crushed on that single night

Search helplessly for answers
Why I did it
It is staring at my face
Quit wasting time

Painless ecstasy
Blood smells bad and lips cracked

No more soulless body
Lost in this wilderness of filth

Remind me of what I become
Stare at filth created from above

Dreams were high
Turned out acting is not my stage

Gone those innocent youthful days
In comes the adult strategist

Tempt
Crush
Rule

No mental peace
Stand up, stand up to shame

Shoot guilt
Shoot numb
Red the white sheets go

Die of a slow death
Dog will not sniff fatal corpse

Bleach the red sheets my child
Next is coming

why do u cry over death?

i look at death
and hate it when we are sad
cos' hell is earth
and to die is not so bad

I shall not be selfish
for there is a mother crying alongside her hungry child

I shall not be selfish
for there is a girl bawling on her lost dignity

I shall not be selfish
for there is an elderly left to grow old alone

I shall not be selfish
for there is one who suffers silently

I shall not be selfish
for i seemed far less minor now

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