Hall of Inspirations
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By xking posted on 30 November 2004
Crazy little maze
There is so much i can say,
if only you believe.
I don't wish to stay that way,
if you only know what it means.
I'm trying to convince myself,
but its harder than it seems.
Don't even know what else,
to do or even think.
I'm looking for the light,
i'm looking for a guide.
Bring me to where you are,
take me to somewhere bright.
Yes i've lost my way,
here's not where i want to stay.
Get me out of here,
To see another day.
Slowly and carefully,
as my guide led me.
To you i hope he brings,
it's you i hope to meet
Yes i've lost the way,
i've lost my way today.
Wanted to get out of here,
this crazy little maze. -
Umm...wanted to ask...if theres a poem I really like that really inspired me and which I would like to share with everyone...should it be posted here?? where should I post it? not sure if its ok to start a new thread or what so i better check first....anyone cand advise?
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By LeftBallBigger posted on 2 December 2004
The Death Bell Tolls
Screams in my head
Mirror my soul
Darkened and black
Last winters snow
WonÂ’t see tomorrow
That I know
Evil in me
It needs to grow
String of life
Reached itÂ’s end
Needle has stopped
The Death bell tolls
No reversing
No need to pray
Cycle of death
My will to rest
Darkness and death thats been clouding my mind...
My interpretation of the endless anguish of life, our oftentime fruitless attempts to do and be good, final resignation and the will to rest.
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The Devil is a She
Darkness welcomes me
With wide open arms
The devil awaits me
SheÂ’s flaunting her charms
I hope itÂ’s painless
This death of mine
For the grieving will hurt me
For all of my time
She has been waiting
For forever it seems
So now she calls to me
In all of my dreams
She embraces with arms
I relish her charms
She calls my name
IÂ’ll play her game
In this poem, I contend that The Devil (contrary to popular perception)
is a She and omnipresent in our everyday lives, alas in a form which is misunderstood as comfort and bodily warmth for which the weakness in Men oftentimess give into... with disastrous results.
One Death for Some
One death is enough
For most of us
But not for Danis
You see heÂ’s a Taurus
He died one time
In the arms of a girl
Who loved him with blindness
She was the kindest
Little did she know
By lunch time next day
Danis met Alice
They kissed in the terrace
Danis went on
To die much much more
He always deserved it
You see heÂ’s a Taurus -
Yeah. Think you can always start a new thread if you want?Originally posted by care bear:Umm...wanted to ask...if theres a poem I really like that really inspired me and which I would like to share with everyone...should it be posted here?? where should I post it? not sure if its ok to start a new thread or what so i better check first....anyone cand advise?
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By LazerLordz posted on 22 November 2004
Heart's hunt.
The evening breeze caresses
the cooling nape of my neck
waking my dullard skin
and kissing the stubbled chin,
whom I have placed my owrrisome
fist, under its motherly charge.
Again, I stroll the windswept alley,
my eyes searching for you,
what an eternally unforgettable tune.
The leaves swirl,papers slam
against me, like the pin-pricks
of a conscience lost aeons ago.
Might I see a flitting shadow
darting from portals of Kings,
Lords of the hallucination
and dervishes of wanton lust.
And this tiny glimpse of yore,
hastens my gait, now double-time
beckoning me to the parade
of life's greatest follies.
Should I find you
or lose sight ofyour soul,
mayst the canyons swallow
me.
Deep into the gaping maw,
I deserve not the scent
of angelic chords,
nor even partake in a
divine hiatus in Godly lore. -
By SingaporeMacross posted on 9th Dec 2004
when daylight comes
When daylight comes,
I long for you.
You leave me at dawn,
When I still want you around.
At night in my dream,
We are together.
My arms around you,
Your arms around me.
Ah, what ecstasy!
When we are together.
A preview of life,
When we are in holy union.
I beg you to stay,
but night grows old.
You are Cinderella.
One who leaves at dawn!
The glass slipper she leaves,
Is an awful mess.
A mixture of spilt seed and spilt angst.
When daylight comes,
I long for you.
Waiting for night,
Waiting for another dream. -
By fudgester posted on 10th December 2004
Writer's Block
I've reached it.
The horror
The bane of every writer
Novelist
Poet
In the pantheon
Of the warriors of the written word
It has a name:
Writer's Block.
Frustrating it can be
For one hardly has the time
To pen down anything
And when the time is free
For the written word to take shape
None ever seems
To manifest
It is someone akin
To looking into the horizon
Hoping for
Vast fields of cheery sunflowers
Of an endless carpeting
Of green grass
Only to encounter
A barren land of waste.
Darn it, man!
What has gotten into you?
Are you distracted
To the point
Where nothing can be said
Wait - hold.... Contemplate this.
You begin by complaining
About this inescapable malady
Only to complete
Another entry
In this anthology.
Irony could never have been
Described in any better way.
Haha - you the man. -
By fudgester posted on 11 December 2004
To The Living
Sitting
Thinking
Things might have been
Different
From what
They currently are
Thinking
Feeling
The organ of fire
An everlasting emptiness
Burning passions
Lingering desires
Feeling
Crying
Tears
The stream of the soul
Wherever
It may wish to lead
Crying
Kneeling
Forgiveness
For weakness is
A human attribute
A flaw
Kneeling
Hoping
Granted
It shall be
To the deserving
To the living -
By cutepixie posted on 12 December 2004
fear is the wall that separates us both
The feelings involved are much more than known
Unspoken is all that burns us
As we indulge in reminiscene
And burn we shall
In this beautiful nightmare -
By HENG@ posted on 8th December 2004
Mauvais
2 flames in a darkened room,
1 is near, 1 is far.
Warmth drawn from both,
not quite equal, yet essential.
2 flowing streams, they join a river.
Feeding it, feeding life itself.
When the mountain falls,
A stream it blocks, a river it hurts.
A drifting seed, it's faraway,
So far to travel, never easy it is.
Changes inevitable, magic is wrought,
Seed into seedling, but a seed it still is.
Alcohol in a cup,
Fiery yet cold, burns yet cools.
Flames ignite it, hotter still it gets,
Ice chills it, colder still it will be.
Rocks and stone stand the test of time,
A monolith weathers but it's core remains.
The historian who is supposed to protect it, befriend it,
He comes and chips cruel words, with harsh strokes.
A mirror may be pretty,
But shatter it once and it'll forever be ugly.
A thousand shards reflecting your horrified looks,
A thousand regrets of a distant dream. -
By Dead Poet posted on 16 December 2004
The night Santa was shot!
They killed Santa on Christmas Eve
Twenty years ago
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Right between his eyes
The police were waiting for him
With pistols in their hand
Surrounded the drunken fool
Who got a shock out his life!
Foolishly he pulled out his toy gun
And aimed it at the law
Nobody would killed Santa he thought
It really wouldn't be right
He shouldnÂ’t have drank so much beer
Should have taken the silver and gold
He really thought everyone were asleep
When he sneaked into their house that night
They killed Santa right on the spot
Twenty years ago
But when they pulled the damn trigger
They killed a little boy too. -
By pipi & poot-poot posted on 18 December 2004
e Trouble wif being Gorgeous.....
It started with a jolt,
Then a chill shot thruÂ’ my spine,
It wasnÂ’t anything frightful,
But I was still taken by surpriseÂ…
She offered me a handshake,
& her smile was pure sunshine,
We were introduced to each other,
Then suddenlyÂ….I got electrified!
Thoughts of her surround me,
As the days crawled slowly by,
I was eager for another meeting,
But she might give ‘NO’ as her reply….
So I began to ponder,
& scheme my way into her life,
But my planning soon came to nought,
When she answered with “Why should I?”
That night was agonizing,
Slumber evaded all my tries,
So I took to counting sheep,
Until I realisedÂ…she found sheep a pure delightÂ…
HaizÂ….
By morning I came to a decision,
With dark rings around my eyes,
I should depart with myself intact,
I meanÂ…why should I leave my heart behind?
I arrived at work coughing & sneezing,
That was my ‘prize’ for an eventful night,
But when I arrived at my locker,
Another jolt shot thruÂ’ my spine!
Pinned to my lockerÂ…was this letter,
“From your admirer” was what it bore,
“Holy Shit!” I cried,
“Not again!!” I swore…
TamadeÂ….i donÂ’t wana be gorgeous anymore ! -
By LazerLordz posted on 22 November 2004
Musings From A Bunk
The grey sky wails a cry,
something I cannot comprehend
as I lie in stillness, arms akimbo
and my legs are shackled
by morosity and deadweights.
Lying here in a daze,
lasting a thousand years,
Ican't help but reminisce
a little further than before,
more than what might be
and still the rain falls
silently on the glass panes.
The border where the
Sun has escaped his bonds.
And still while the rain
makes her presence felt,
I see planes overhead,
a stately procession towards
a carnival of joy for many.
A shot of despondancy
please?
Laughter drifts up like a
snake, irritating and sly.
I ignore it, instead
I yearn to breathe your soul
once more.
No more greenery's breath
but your hearty scent,
nothing more.
Have I truly returned
to where my journey began?
Where nothing has changed
save for my sanity
which is safely esconced
within these protected walls
secure from robbery and
the wanton genocide of
the human spirit.
A callous rape of the individual's
soul.
My dignity safe from
being the pyromaniac's wet dream.
Never is a long time
and soon I shall be free
like a risen phoenix.
Resplendant in the afterglow
of the apocalypse
and I will embrace the night sky.
One fine day will beckon
and this miasma will be gone
Could it be?!
Your countenance will be
reverted once more
and I shall reign with you
for all eternity. -
By O'ren posted on 17 December 2004
Stars
gold dusts on the night sky
you spread your royal presence
each glitters like a flawless diamond
you made rich the galaxy
In the ring of golden fire
you burn and burn in eternity
as the placid moon revered in silence
joined by millions,
your humble servants
The Sun
rising majestically
commander of the day
swinging your handsome sword
the first shot of golden ray
piercing into a new day
The Moon
you, lone wanderer
drifting amidst the clouds
as if a shy girl
avoiding the earthly crowd
an illuminator
yet an icon of the pack
such dark mystical
elusive and sad
are you the worshipped
or the cause of all fears
still you remain a lady
silent and pretty
all of these years. -
By LazerLordz posted on 22 November 2004
Silence
I am silent.
Like a barnacle out of the water
Like a man stuck in a rave disco
with cops around him
Like the minute dust
gathered on a lunar probe abandoned
decades ago
Like the citizen who has
served his time
but not given his natural dues. -
By LazerLordz posted on 4 September 2004
The Encik's Tale
The dog's naked whine
really pisses me off
and the neighbour's parakeet
a God of Noise.
He commands the attention
as an encik talks to his men.
Even the concrete's pores are showing
as I gazed worriedly at the grey surface.
I look upon my aged father,
squalid with age,
yet a face ruddy.
“San-sao's grandson is back.
The heavy clump of authority
unopened as of yet.
He looks at me, smiles
ever so shyly.
Will he kill a quail in Brunei?
His mother always asked me.
Sometimes I wonder
what is life.
Because I am alive,
yet I feel dead.
Mark and Linda,
they always say they
too busy
la.
I still go down to Yishun
for my stout.
And the stupid 4-D,
nah hiah, boh yiah!
Will they burn enough moneuy
when I die?
I like the paper handphone
makes me feel like a boss.
I once was a boss
you know?
They call me encik,
sergeant major.
The boys shook when I inspected
their bunk.
Peed.
So gu-niang.
And like a fan
I blew in their fresh faces;
the smoke of a thousand exercises
and more to come.
They really quaked
in their spit-shined boots
and when they sang like
the distant cousin of the parakeet.
Oh such irony.
They don'ch know I'm actually
scared of wild boars.
Thats why I hide in the Land Rover.
With Mr Scholar, the OC,
his pants also drenched
with fear.
So I saw Kaoshiung, all the mei-meis
and all the fun a guy
could have.
And I saw my old friend
die
because his tank shell exploded.
I saw a lot of pain,
a lot of wasted young lives.
Father and mother
raise them up plump
and they die a skinny man
not even with children.
Now, I think my turn has come
for a man like me,
feared by all.
But I fear loneliness,
my kakis are gone.
There's only the grey walls
and that nao hiah chiao!”
And I still look at my father
leader to many
but father to too few.
Loyal soldiers
without loyal kin.
Life is but one parade.
We must keluar baris
one fine day.
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*Encik: A term for a senior warrant officer, like a Regimental Sergeant Major
*Nao hiah, boh yiah: Loosely translated to "B*oody hell, I lost"
*Mei-meis: colloquial term used by soldiers for Taiwanese babes.
*Nao hiah chiao: Literally translated to “goddamn f*cking bird”
*Keluar baris : A drill command in Malay that means “Fall out!” -
By LazerLordz posted on 7 September 2004
Repose
I'm stoic, even the marching beat
of a thousand year army fain
move me.
Or drive me from my whirlpool
where I sit pensive
like a stuffed bear
or a glass-eyed deer.
Why do mistakes
haunt my eternal repose?
The sleep in purgatory,
interrupted.To wake I wish
but the stasis is equally
golden.
And if I might be a faithful
soul.
Wither my reward
or will I be reduced to ashes
before I can taste
your heavenly breath
again?
I'm a fallen angel,
my wings crystallized
when I fell to the rabble
of my current life.
No anti-freeze can melt
these feathers of truth
because they are designed
to be unlocked
by your
soft
caresses.
Do I see a new sun
over the horizon?
Her orbit takes closely
after you.
The waft of new mystery
beckons to me
yet I long for the old plaids
which soothed my tempers
should they fray.
One stitch in time saves nine
but it ain't gonna save mine.
Liberate me
chastise me,
even belt me like a snot-nosed Victorian lady
anything is gainful save this
dance which leads me out
into the bloddy snow
for my heart to be Rasputin again
Oh!Lasting agony...
And as I slip deeper
into the icy water
I might see two faces
one my sweet wraith
the other
only for God to know. -
By LazerLordz posted on 7 September 2004
Thousand Candles
Might you be mine
if I had more eyes than lips
or will that soft symphony escape
like it did one day,
a long time ago?
Told you about forever
and the stars that
were our lasting legacy.
I wanted to fly us away,
break the bonds of this
shattered place.
You chose to leave
and now I'm at the border
where the sun and the sky meet.
God bless my steely soul
for the hurt you radiated
burnt me like a thousand candles
lit up in the Venusian sky.
Might you be mine again
the stars will be our destiny
once more.
For their light is a beacon
and it shines true
true like the fiery passion
which you could never cool.
And like a burnished statue
whose surface bears his legacy
of the lightbulbs of galaxies
I stand alone,
gratified and blessed.
The heat hath made me
tough, serenely tranceful
like a bodhisattva who
looks like a sage
and has seen forever. -
By xking posted on 19 December 2004
I'm sorry...i lost the plot
I was not sensitive enough to you,
Those wrong words i may have said.
Then i tried to cheer you up,
But it turns out the other way.
Never meant to upset you,
As it means hurting me too.
Maybe i wasn't careful enough,
And make it worst for you.
I wish, i hope you're listening,
I'm sorry if i've made mistakes.
I don't know if i deserve forgiving,
For the things i shouldn't have said.
Guess i've pissed you off,
I made you blew your top.
I only wish for you to hear me say
I'm sorry...i lost the plot. -
By Tragic Clown posted on 20 December 2004
Smile
Bending double
folded over myself
aches my back
but it is nothing
to the ache
you left in front of me
physical pain
simple and clean
keep all those sharp objects
away from me
Knife
Scalpel
Stiletto
Scimitar
Blade, blade, blade
why, some of them are even smiling
Once there were pictures on Russian TV
of a massacre
a young woman's throat, cut
and her smaller, gentle smile above.
Bending double
folded over myself
aches my back
but it is nothing
to the ache
you left in front of me
physical pain
simple and clean
keep all those sharp objects
away from me
Knife
Scalpel
Stiletto
Scimitar
Blade, blade, blade
why, some of them are even smiling
Once there were pictures on Russian TV
of a massacre
a young woman's throat, cut
and her smaller, gentle smile above. -
By jusgal posted on 20 December 2004
Has Love Been Forgotten ?
The day I fall in Love
The World seems to be turning the way I wanted
Everything so Beautiful
So Much Happiness to be shared
Even faced with the toughest difficulty
There bound to be a way to solve it
So Happy was that day
I almost forget who I am
But as time goes by
We both became weary
So tired and so sad
Everything don't seems to turn out right
But have we forgotten
How happy we used to be
The common love we shared
The happiness this union brought
Remember when we first met
Something sparkled in our eyes
It's not something physical
Where we can see or feel
It is a feeling deep inside
Inside the heart of two people in love
Something we both cherish
Where joy and happiness is abundance
For every words that was spoken
Is fill with endless love
The love that is so great
It seems it will never run out
The sight of each other
Always bring on a smile
With it was a glimpse of light
Tiny bit that can outshine the sun
Remember the tenderness we felt
The promises we made to each other
With so much to hold on and cherish
We must persevere on
Even in times of trouble
We have each other to rely on
To Love, to care and to trust
To have someone there for you
Then why let this love dies ?
Why let it starve in hunger ?
Hunger for Love and care
To be part of each other forever
Must it wait till love is gone
Then we understand it
Or have you lose the love you once felt
Or has Love been forgotten -
By jusgal posted on 20 December 2004
cry from the unborn
Before i started smelling the open air
i was flushed out
feeling helpless...
i end my life even before i could start mine
why am i not given the chance to even see the world
if only i had the chance
i tell u my dad & mom i love u -
By leong_tx posted on 20 December 2004
A love came by,
through the hurt and betray
through the tears and heartache
where the love will head to ?
The lover is here
what love will it bring ?
signs of a happy future
or another ending with heart break ?
Love have came and gone
leaving happiness and sorrow
bring yet another experience in life
weather it comes or goes
Touch mine heart with love
showering me with care and warm
A love..
came and gone like wind -
By LazerLordz posted on 22 November 2004
Musings From A Bunk
The grey sky wails a cry,
something I cannot comprehend
as I lie in stillness, arms akimbo
and my legs are shackled
by morosity and deadweights.
Lying here in a daze,
lasting a thousand years,
Ican't help but reminisce
a little further than before,
more than what might be
and still the rain falls
silently on the glass panes.
The border where the
Sun has escaped his bonds.
And still while the rain
makes her presence felt,
I see planes overhead,
a stately procession towards
a carnival of joy for many.
A shot of despondancy
please?
Laughter drifts up like a
snake, irritating and sly.
I ignore it, instead
I yearn to breathe your soul
once more.
No more greenery's breath
but your hearty scent,
nothing more.
Have I truly returned
to where my journey began?
Where nothing has changed
save for my sanity
which is safely esconced
within these protected walls
secure from robbery and
the wanton genocide of
the human spirit.
A callous rape of the individual's
soul.
My dignity safe from
being the pyromaniac's wet dream.
Never is a long time
and soon I shall be free
like a risen phoenix.
Resplendant in the afterglow
of the apocalypse
and I will embrace the night sky.
One fine day will beckon
and this miasma will be gone
Could it be?!
Your countenance will be
reverted once more
and I shall reign with you
for all eternity. -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By LazerLordz posted on 22 December 2004
Winter's Truth
The clocks have not chimed
for a yore and a half
deep in the old town
where you and I grew up.
All gossamer webs now
inhabit what was our life
our pride, our soul and more.
Each rickety step creaks
when I climb those boards
back to my childhood
full of life, and rivers
that ran deep with you.
Now it's just a mirage
of the highest magnitude.
Will the dust overpower
the filaments within me
and dull my lights.
Clogging all my airways
with the musky scent
of the old times
and sweet preserves.
And the cold winter wind
threatens to invade
the wooden cocoon
where i had halted
to take a breath
for they swirl like jets
bent on Earthly domination.
I give the old door
a weighted push
and the snow fell away and
I stepped out to the roof
watching the flakes float
like a ballerina's
encore.
My life and yours,
could time be so finite
like the creamy snow,
the grave of snowflakes
past.