Hall of Inspirations
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By Dead Poet posted on 21st July 2004
POETIC VERSE
Perhaps you might have seen him before
Out alone on the street
Easing his way among the faceless crowds
Touching every alternate lamp-posts
Indifferent to his surroundings
Creating poems in his head
Voices unheard by others
Echoing the craving Muse within
Retreating to his private haven, gladly
Surrenders his sanity in exchange for
Endless poetic verse
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By True_Xerion posted on 21st July 2004
Perhaps we aren't as strange as it seems
Only that time & places made them so.
Enjoying life we did as unknowns
Thinking that life as it was;
Infinte,
Complete.
Verily too soon did reality set in
Erasing all happiness, comfort & warmth.
Ruinous roads, overcast skies. Despair it seems, ruled the day.
Strangeness again; storm clouds yield, clearing the past
Encouraging new life - blossoms everlasting!
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By the Bear posted on 21st July 2004
Promises made
Oft broken
Ever yours
ThatÂ’s forgotten
Infinitely precious
Cruelly trodden
Velvet dreams
Eternally gossamer
Rendered real
Sweet surrender
Emphatic love
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By Asfi_Kay posted on 21st July 2004
Pandemonium
Of collosal proportions
Erupt in the confines of
This anguished heart
Into the furnace
Coldly it burns
Verily he was smitten
Entralled by this beauty, but
Rejection was his gift
Set upon him by Fate
Ever the Bestower of Woe
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By KittynMeow posted on 21st July 2004
Lethal Speed
Powerful engines rumbling,
Overtaking, swerving recklessly.
Ever impatient, eager to speed
Thundering through the lanes.
If only he had some common sense,
Caution would have saved his life.
Veering left and suddenly right,
Eventually crashing, smashing head-on.
Regret won't save him, nor can paramedics.
Speeding is fun, but it kills too,
Everyone knows, nobody listens.
Hate
Patiently as I wait
Overwhelming anxiety chokes, my confidence shakes
Evoking memories sad and depressed
Tormented by the emotional mess
I cried for release
Crying for peace
Vainly as I wait
Expecting the worst, resigned to fate
Rejecting comfort and refusing relief
Snatching at illusions and lies to believe
Enshrouded in denial, my hate begins to live
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By ratinacage posted on 21st July 2004
Prince of morning star,away from the light
Out of the cold cell, he shone so bright
Eternally trapped within himself,no more
Towards the ancient oak giant doors
In his mind,there is no doubt.
Chained for 4 thousand years,now he wants out
Verse for verse, he wrote this page
Ever ready to fight his fate
Rather unethically he goes about his way
Stealing beLIEvers harden faith
Edging closing to ure end of days
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By LazerLordz posted on 21st July 2004
Prancing around in my head
Old but yet not dead
Everything you say and do
Takes me up to those clouds
Illusions are your forte
Close to me you will always be
Verily I yearn to see your face
Even if I must be a moth
Rendering the care unto you
Sad to say i cannot speak
Else I would say, "I still love you"
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By skeujin posted on 23rd July 2004
Promises broken
Only emptiness remains
Everything has no meaning
Time stands still
Innocence betrayed
Cold is the hollow heart
Vengence beckons
Emotional turmoil
Recourse found
Ssuicide is your only ally
End.........
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By I_am_PeTe_Parker posted on 26th July 2004
People, they come and they goÂ…
Out the door to the streets below
Every single one of them not stopping to smileÂ…
To at least bring me a little cheer for a while
I am alone againÂ…
Confused and in pain
Vicious this torment
Every journey in my life is but a long treacherous road with unforgiving bends
Right up here from my bedroom windowÂ…
Strangle by the anguish I do not want to face another tomorrowÂ…
End it all now I must and rid myself of all these sorrow.
‘The flower’ in you
Pretty flower blooms
Open your rainbow kissed blossom and banish the gloom
Ever so beautiful, ever so gentle
Touching heartsÂ…lovely coloured petals
Inviting joy to fill the emptiness
Cleansing sadness turning them into happiness
Violet or blue
Emerald, yellow and golden too
Rays of sunlight falls on little droplets of dew
Sparkling like diamonds rare and few
Everlasting your words… ‘the flower’ in you
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By Heng@ posted on 28th July 2004
Please somebody, just kill me.
Oh what is this?
Emptiness.... this hole in me,
This dreadful blank,
Its sucking my life from within.
Can't run from it, can't hide from it.
Vortex, malvolent force.
Energies destructive,
Ripping me apart.
Sundering me, from within,
Eternally dying, but never fully dead.
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By tare posted on 28th July 2004
Positive in thinking,
Observant in details,
Everything seems simple,
To him ever so wise,
In awe of his knowledge,
Continuously surprised.
Vehemently stubborn,
Externally normal,
Reach beyond the surface,
Sensitive to the core
Ever so faithfully mine.
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By choco B posted on 28th July 2004
Peel away the rough and hardened hide
Old and cynical, tired of the joy ride
Empty thoughts that fill a glossy head
Twinkling sequins, eventually they fade
Into the depthless inky skies
Charcoal gollywog face with bright eyes
Vice and venom to his simple goodness
Easy touch calms the nervous sprite
Raging days, bitter and ruthless
Sweet refuge found, as night
Embraces me.... we take flight.
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By Master -__- posted on 28th July 2004
Patrolling always suck
Often finish late
Endlessly in the dark
To lock the gate
In times i get fucked
Constantly in my head
Very Happy
Everything went well
Rest and have a nappy
Saturday chiong in hell
Endure? -
By Asfi_Kay posted on 20th July 2004
Hello World (Part 1)
Twenty five years
in a room with three walls
Iron bars for a door
and a window that can enthrall
I peep through it
beyond the barrier I could see
Another world, wonderful, unknown
I will reach it soon
It awaits me when I am free
In my dreams there are rivers blue
And mountains so high they poke through
the clouds that graze enchanting sky
Beauty, remembered, reminiscent
I sigh
While it draws near
I wonder
What has changed, between now and then?
Will I fit in?
With the crowd can I blend?
The time is nigh, freedom beckons
That which awaits me
all that I yearned to see
I will witness in a few seconds
Giant metal doors
Open just for me
Hello world
Long time no see
Copyright ©2004 Asfi Kay -
By Asfi_Kay posted on 21st July 2004
Drunken Love
What is it?
This burning feeling
That comes for a fleeting
Moment, yet it lingers
Still.
The night before
I wished to do have done something more
but it washed over me
Drenched, now I still am.
I hunger, for something
That I cannot comprehend
a mixed sensation
When I clasp your hand
It sparkled in your eyes
In my heart it doth lie
Unspoken truth
threatening to burst forth
A drowning emotion
Drunken love
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LINGER........
Linger is what I do,
If I am not able to find you.
Never minding the cold or the heat,
Groping in darkness, it is you that I seek.
Even if I find nothing, still I'll be here,
Return to me, here I linger.
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SKIN
The world has never run out of colour,
But some can only see in black and white.
At the center of it all, the root of the matter,
Lies poor judgement, a lingering plight.
That has plagued humanity, and has long made it suffer,
That time itself can never smite.
Many have wished that they could smite,
This social vexation that has made them suffer.
Heinous remarks accompany their plight,
Sometimes they wonder what is the matter?
Snow falls in winter, a lingering white.
Some of us are reckoned, only by our skin's colour.
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Crimson Fog
Writer's note: This is a poem that I wrote back when I was in the army. Got my inspiration when I was at Adam Park, and suddenly remembered that that place was once a battle site during WW2 where Allied troops tried to hold off the Japanese invasion. Then the voices just, well, sang to me.. and I sat down, and wrote what I heard..
CRIMSON FOG
Dense and choking,
Obscenely suppressing.
Like a river,
Tears will flow from your eyes.
You know not,
Where your tomorrow lies.
In the midst
Of comrades fallen,
Unmoving you lay,
And question the heavens,
"What is this scarlet cloud that surrounds?"
You gaze, but you are blinded,
By red all around.
What has brought you,
To this blood-coloured agony?
What urged you to step foot,
On this unknown country?
For honour and glory,
Your search for victory,
T'was your choices in life,
That was your fallacy.
As you spiral
Into obscure oblivion,
The will to survive
Suddenly jolts you to delirium.
Faltering, you stand,
Only to see something that mocks,
Your punitive prescence,
In crimson fog.
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Purple Prose
Lines,
Fused together,
To make symbols and characters,
That carry meanings,
Expresses feelings.
Defines the essence of emotions.
Words,
Flow gracefully from the hand,
That writes passionately with the pen,
But has no control whatsoever,
On the world now or forever.
The man, he writes on.
Why do you write, oh writer?
Can it be that fame and fortune,
Is what you are after?
Is that not the want of every man?
To be rich and renowned throughout the land.
Words may or may not, make the world better,
But when it touches the lives of one man and another,
That is my opinion, on what makes writing matter.
So here I continue,
To pit purple prose,
Against aesthetic subjects,
That cause endless rows.
Attempting to justify,
A meager existence,
Answering life's challenge,
Trying to make a difference.
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Single-Bladed Fan
Turning
With ferocious speed
Yet unfeeling
Your tenacious attempt
At a forlorn cause
To make a simple breeze
To cool down my brazen heart
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Miscontrusion..
A crossing
Lined with trees from paradise
I surmise,
That yonder lies,
Greener pastures and fertile earth
Where greed, gluttony, envy and mirth,
Can never take root, spawn and give birth,
To the many misgivings,
And foolish fallacies of Man.
So the bridge I did span.
And once I was there,
My fancies were shattered and broken.
For I now know,
That I was mistaken.
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Vassal
The hand that gives,
Lingering misery.
The heart that grieves,
For sweet mercy.
Eyes that can see so far away,
Yet is blind to that which is near.
It is come.
It is here.
Can you hear?
It beckons.
I reckon.
'Tis a divine place to be.
Oblivion.
Drifting along,
In timeless infinity.
Existence fulfilled,
Ignorant divinity.
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DEAD POET'S CHOICE
Iron Rose
An iron rose blooms,
in the midst of a forest so black.
See how it glitters,
Petals so beautiful, they shimmer.
Enthralling. Your hands, you can't hold them back.
You reach out to touch,
unnatural beauty as such,
but a rusty thorn, it doth prick,
your finger, it bleeds and you lick,
Crimson blood away.
Taste of iron, in your mouth it lingers still,
Your finger it throbs, the pain, you still feel.
Iron rose, what a wonder you are.
'Tis a pity, I can only admire you from afar.
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www.Relationship.Net
We said, and we chatted.
Exchanged thoughts, we related.
But never did we see each other,
Not eyes, face or figure.
The image of you,
only in my mind do I see.
And I wonder,
What do you perceive of me?
More buttons and keys I do press,
To find out more about you.
Give me permission to access,
Your mind's eclectic point of view.
In different places do we live.
Indifferent to the difference between us.
Ignorant of distance,
Idealised by an instance,
Of perfect communication, such as thus,
That could be conceived,
By speech without sound.
Conversation can still be found.
My heart flutters,
attracted to your personality.
But are you really,
what you said you are to me?
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The Evil Sorcerer
What is this presence that dwells,
Inside of me and makes me unwell?
Am I infected by a disease?
That comes and goes like the summer breeze?
Left behind, I am forgotten.
Cast away like an apple rotten.
My sickness swells,
I cast my spells,
Upon the ones who made my heart burn.
I am not a victim, this is what I choose.
Am I Evil? I have nothing to lose.
I will believe in the choice that I will make,
Even if it turns out to be a serious mistake.
Anger gnaws at my heart full of hate,
Once, I was untainted, but now with a twist of fate,
Salvation will never be within my reach.
Their blessings and grace I will never beseech.
When they burned I did not cry,
And far away did I fly,
Much have I sacrificed for knowledge and power.
Now I am alone,
Heart turns to cold stone,
No one left to call me, the Evil Sorcerer.
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By jusgal posted on 19th July 2004 (Prose)
THE MAGIC OF LOVE.
Love like a Rose,
lights us up in its beauty.
immerse in the beauty of the rose whereby failing to see beyond the beauty of the rose, its hidden and ugly thorns which cuts deeply into the hearts of young maidens...leaving fear and pains.
Yet just the thoughts of it beauty,
ones who was once hurt yearns for the beauty of rose to embross upon them once again.
Hence, the power of love remains undefeated again due to the very much feared feeling of loneliness. -
By heavenTears posted on 21st July 2004 (Prose)
HeavenTears
Heaven Tears are tears of sadness the god has for the human species,
Tears of sadness that may harm the people by lighting, landslides...
Yet the heaven tears like love that has hurt many,
has also been desired by the human species for their land, for crops, for drinking just like love that hurts us so much but yet desired who those that has been hurt to be enhance fully in it once again.
Rains are a form of god expression of love towards life. -
By skeujin posted on 21st July 2004
Deep in my heart forever youll always stay
Anchored in my thoughts and in my words when i pray
Still of the night and i watch as you sleep
Again, in our dreams, we both shall soon meet
Only with you by my side, do i feel complete... -
Posted by the Bear on 22nd July 2004
women always obsessed with weight
anxiety and sorrow their only fate
please get over this shallow obsession
and starving yourselves into oblivion
the most beautiful ones will always know
beauty is not what weighing scales show
it is the love that comes from within
bathes each one in a lovely sheen
so cease worrying unto utter insanity
love yourselves, your partners to infinity
and he'll see beyond your physical features
and know you're loveliest of all creatures -
By Asfi_Kay posted on 23rd July 2004
What About Life?
Life is too short,
To focus on shortcomings
But it is long enough,
For us to fulfill our longings
A journey with no destination
An experience with myriad sensations
One need not ask the meaning of life per se
The answer is within us, answered everyday
We eat, we sleep, we breathe
We act, we feel, we live
Some may have more, some may have less
Some have no worries, others are in a mess
All of us are the same in some ways
What is different is how we live our days
When life gives you a challenge, what will you do?
Will you rise up, to answer it true?
Or would you run and hide, cowering in despair?
Or pretend it didn't exist, acting as if you do not care?
What we decide to do
And the choices we make now
Dictates our future
What occurs when and how
Look back on yesterday
For that made us what we are today
Make your choices wisely
For today shapes tomorrow
And what it will be -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By LazerLordz posted on 22nd July 2004
Elysium Brick
Your face surmounted by
stately palms that
bear stoic witness to that
infamy of men and coins,
brought about by society's bit*h
and her faceless pals.
I see the builders.
they rip and they tear,
as the desecration goes on.
One pillar is no more
and my psyche, it swings anew.
Wither it not a strange deed
for a hall of lore,
shall be crafted
but it hath no foundation.
Thus your framework is but
a ghost.
A wraith which deigns to honor us,
with the adulation of the world,
but with the backalley snippets,
of one who seeks water
but dies trying. -
By ratinacage posted on 22th July 2004
i took a long hard drag and kept it in...
letting the blue smoke stain my lungs...
its not out of need but more of a want...
wanting something to happen but it will not,
not now at least...
need another fix, another stick o' tar.
to haze my mind, to numb my heart.
blue smoke as they rise
tearing my eyes.....
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i slash my arms and let them bleed
let you slowly flow outta my soul...
like a leech in my mind you stick,
as the long nites turn deathly cold.....
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I CANNOT
reach the stars for you,
be what u want me to.
reach deep into your heart
lead you out from the dark......
i cannot.........
show you yesterday
keep doing things your way
touch the skies nor move the clouds
stop the rain so our love wont drown......
i can move towards tommorow
hide my tears of sorrow...
wear a mask to cover my frown
wear a smile just like a clown
i have to be strong
have to keep going on
have to live my life anew
have to see myself thru......
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if i was in japan
i would be in a band
and sing seedy love songs
to a million screaming female fans
if i was in india
i would be a snake charmer
and blow my flute all nite
and charm the sleeping world
if i was in china
i would be a great power
robbing all the rich
off to feed the poor
if i was in italy
i would be in a mob family
death before dishonor
as i proudly spray my UZI.
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Where do i go from here??
it was u who brought me here,
from so far so far away....
in this darkened land that i come from,
to this strange land i now call home....
from the great door that i walk thru'
the 1st light blinded my eyes,
today, i live in the light
and sleep at night............
i lived here only because
you made it all so bearable,
this land of fake people and fake smiles..
still makes me sick at times....
time and time again, you err and killed my heart,
with a smile, i forgave then forget....
it is human to err, jux because i wanted u so...
hoping that it may never happen again..........
where do i go from here??
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my comfort, my pain
2 years i take and take,
1 year i learn to love and give,
3 full years in vain....
you have been my comfort,my comfort,
then my very necessary pain.....
now u decide to take away all......
28 going 40,
too tired to play this game,
will i ever be able to start all over again.
to be the comfort or the pain......... -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By LazerLordz posted on 25th July 2004
Meteorites
I love meteorites.
I adore shooting stars, so magnificent in their rapid degradation
and violent cleansing,
scoured clean by the ecliptic flames of aeons
gone by,
ready for a rebirth as a
shiny pebble.
Held lovingly in the palm
of a boy. -
Post too long, so continue from here.
By Heng@ posted on 30th July 2004
Lust For Speed
Pedal to the metal,
Overboosting turbo whizz.
Elongating scenery,
Testimony to warp speeds.
Indeterminate destination,
City circuit is my own creation.
Velocity approaching infinite,
Effortlessly rushing towards near-disaster.
Right out of the blue, a red triangle!
Skills and training take over,
Ending my journey,later, a thankful survivor.
Hope of the Stars
Peacefully, dusk settles upons me.
Orange hue, I bathe in and paints the sky.
Easing, thy weary, dull eyes up,
Towards the sparkling heavens.
Incandescence flows,
Cascading light upon the darkness.
Velvety hues with a warming glow,
Erstwhile gloom begains to go.
Regally like a returning King,
Sweet new hope begains to bloom.
Enchanted, as new awakening decends.
Heng: Star Wars!
Perturbed he stands, staring out into the skies.
Overhead as the twin suns sets,
Eteching long shadows on wind-blasted sands.
Troubled, as he hands the baby boy over.
Is this the Galaxy's last hope?
Can this boy bring balance to the Force?
Veils of evil swirl around the Empire,
Enslaving the entire Galaxy.
Relishing the death and destruction,
Scant could they have know or guessed.
End is near with the coming of Skywalker.
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By the Bear posted on 4th / 18th August 2004
Pretty tare
Oh what a girl!
Enticing beauty
That describes her
Innately comely
Charming and dear
Veritably intoxicating
Ever alluring
Remarkably stunning
Sensually overwhelming
ExtraordinarilyÂ… tare!
Panting with anger
Oozing hate
Eager for violence
Trembling rage
Intent on mayhem
Cruel fate
Vicious reaction
Enraged emotion
Rash action
Senseless destruction
Enjoyable satisfaction
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By sillyme posted on 5th August 2004
Bad Cook to His Guinea Pigs (bad poem too)
Please lah!
O come on!
Eh, don't liddat!
Try some lah!
I don't care!
Chomp it down!
Very good!
Eat some more!
Relax lah!
Slow and steady!
Eat finish liao!
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By King Utter posted on 6th August 2004
Poetry is fun,
Only hard to rhyme.
Every verse can be dense,
Though it hardly makes any sense.
I never finish writing any poem on time,
Charming neither a child nor any sensible one.
Vibrant stanza in the line,
Every word dancing on rhythm,
Recitals prancing on the mind,
Sung as a joyful anthem,
Each drank as great as wine!
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By ratslen posted on 18th August 2004
Pots and pans,
Ovens and stoves,
Each over fire,
Toast and roast,
I'm hungry,
Cook for me.
Vinegar and spices,
Eat with care,
Radish and onion,
Sliced and diced,
Everyone's desire!
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By LazerLordz posted on 18th August 2004
Pretty, salacious and cocksure.
Only 18, yet a face of the world's runway
Everything she wanted, fame and more
Till one day
Ignorance arose anew
Claiming the waif unbeknownst to all
Verily I say,
Ecstasy seduced her
Rolling like a stone
Silently , stealthily
Engraving its claws on her clammy bosom.
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By Origami posted on 23rd August 2004
Problems are created by our mind
Often we never take the time
Ego, ignorance, pride and hatred
Things we always take for granted
I shall always be mindful of my actions
Correcting myself not in other directions
Vengeance comes from anger
Even the wise are prone to suffer
Remove such mental afflictions
Stop experiencing such disturbing conceptions
Enjoy ultimate liberation
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By Ito_^ posted on 26th August 2004
Poetry of yesteryear and,
Olden songs, sings of~
Everlasting voice of~
Tis unspoken heart.
Is it the autumn rain?
Courting a slow saddness within.
Varily, understandably.
Everything has gone, deaf.
Resultant realities enticing, luring~
Signaling tis ghost within~
Everything is gone, mute. -
By MoonIce posted on 31st July 2004
The Crossroad of life
As I come walking down
Along the path of life
Its just like I am crossing a road
When it turn red
I stop and think of the past
From the saddest moment to the happiest moment of my life
And then it turn green
Its then I move on to another stage of life
Finally I come to a crossroad
On the left it lead to the past
Which I had passed thru before
The present straight on
But I choose the right which leads to the future
Here I see myself looking neither sad nor happy
Instead I looked lost
But I had never regret my choice
For there are no present without future
I looked forward unrelenting -
By MoonIce posted on 4th August 2004
I Shall Be
Here I am
Awake with contentment yet dreaming away
Am I in dreamland
Where am I
Here I am
With my hands moving through my mind
Am I alive
Where am I
Here I am
Ruffling the furry surface
Am I Dead
Where am I
Here I am
Nearly Blinded I am
Am I dead yet
Where am I
Here I am
Still alive am I
Am I dreaming
Where am I
Here I shall be
Dreaming I shall be
Alive I shall be
Dead I shall be
Dead yet I shall be
Alive and dreaming I shall be
There I shall be
Be content I shall be -
By Asfi_Kay posted on 22nd July 2004
Husband
Pulse racing
Emotionally stirred
Everytime my eyes cast upon your picture
my heart screams, unheard
You moved me
You shaked me
You left me disturbed
Then last night you kissed me
and left without a word
The suitable someone
You compliment me so perfectly
Every word, every instant,
one thing for me, is existent
Sweet epiphany
When I found out
about another
Whom you have kept secret
from me altogether
I asked and queried
but you kept silent
Then one word was uttered
and it was sufficient
To keep me away
for my heart is now broken
You never told me
You had a husband
Q&A
Be, it was Said
and it Became
The Origin, the Supreme
Power and Knowledge
We Question,
That which will not Answer
But we never answered
the Question that was asked
Life is not a Question
It is the Answer
Do you remember me?
I am just a-wondering
Where have all the colourful characters
who brightened up my yesterday gone to?
The ones who helped paint my life's picture
Yes, the picture is incomplete
but the people who put the details in it
who make reminiscing the past (be it the day before)
so painfully sweet
nostalgic epiphany
Those who were
once upon a time
I referred to
as my friends
Where are they now?
Do they still remember me?
Do they still know who I am?
Do they know that my life is a sham?
Rain falls at midnight
And ends just before dawn
Cool wind chills my bones
I find my companions gone
Surrounded by strangers
They notice me not
I now walk alone
Unsure if I am distraught -
By ratinacage posted on 5th August 2004
i may not wanna be.....
i may not wanna be
who u want me to be.
the one person i wanna really be,
is just me.
i may not be able to
reach the sky for you
tho' i try to stretch as far
still i cant be where you are
i cannot be as tall
or as strong,fast,brave
or perfect
just like you.
i know u do your best
and want me to.
i m sorry but i really
do not wanna be,
what you have installed for me...... -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By pipi & poot-poot posted on 8th Aug 2004
Like a gentle ray of sunshine,
I sense your warmth within,
I hated the moment I watched you cry,
With a glass wall in between.....
Why do the nurses place you,
So far away from me,
Although I hear your wailings,
But can't touch you when I reached in....
This gift of life is a miracle,
From the hands of God to me,
That's why I'll wait with bated breath,
To kiss my baby niece.....
Penned by: Pipi
To: My Baby niece
Message: Can't wait 2 teach u d power of d pee !! -
By LazerLordz posted on 10th August 2004
My Not So Irish Girl
And you just sit,
silent like a roosting jayhawk,
crying inside for something
which no mortal eye can accord
the flimsiest of respect.
Brown , luxuriant flowing locks,
awash with the scent of one
valued like the lights of heaven's
firmament;
rescue my wandering eye,
and bring me back
as the boy I once was,
now a grown man who lives
and breaths.
One samudra to your kindred spirit
and a ronin to your darkness.
Fain you might not be from
Tipperary
nor
Dublin,
but your reseilence lives on,
and your bonny heart
is a beacon in my storm,
guiding me home and back
again.
You are like the moss,
for I am the stone
that gives you strength,
though you may
never
know.. -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By ratslen posted on 21st August 2004
Bored, I was. Bored, I am. Bored, I will be.
Time, why are you moving so slowly?
And it torments to watch the second hand tick away.
Oh, the lizard on the wall!
Are you waiting for dinner?
Bored, I am and even more, lonely.
And I am giving many comments on this day.
Oh, the people in the shopping mall!
Your wallets are getting thinner.
Work, does it have to be so troublesome?
And my butt is stucked to the chair.
Oh, the music in the background!
I am weary of your repetitions.
Money, I believe I can earn a tidy sum,
But why, do I have to wait for the white on my hair?
Oh, the stomach moaning sound.
And it isn't even time for refections!
Time, are you still with me?
If yes, why do you leave me in the lurch?
Oh, the words on the screen,
They are all so boringly familiar.
Bored, I will be,
If love is something I must search.
Oh, the wedding bells is keen,
But there is no one for me here.
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I am not crying, I am not crying.
Where are you, the person I call friend?
I am not crying, I am not shouting.
You told me today is within our grasp but you let it go.
To let the sands of time slip past between the fingers.
You said that the past is a faded glimpse of our shadows,
But why you let that darkness consume you?
To let hurt roll over your conscience,
And take you to a place you'll never return.
You asked me to believe in the future,
That there is still tomorrow to be had.
Yet bitterly, you flunged yourself over the top.
You wouldn't even leave the answers why.
I lost you but I am not crying.
Because you will not hear me anymore.
I tell myself I will not weep.
Even in the face of your fall.
I remember our encounters so vividly it felt like yesterday.
And I could not believe you were gone.
I trudge alone now because you left,
But there will be others along the way.
I am not crying because time has no place for tears,
Because you had forgotten about me,
To take that flight,
Of doom. -
By tare posted on 23rd August 2004
I am Strong
Time flies by,
When you are not by my side,
Heart went stale,
Wishing it would beat still.
Promises made,
To be broken one day,
Trust betrayed,
All gone on that fateful day.
Yet I will be strong,
I am strong,
Tears will stop,
My heart will go on.
A smile i'll put,
On my face again,
Even when my heart,
Is still in pain.
This is I promise,
To my own heart,
I will protect it,
And guide it hard.
No one shall come near it,
To touch or harm it,
No one shall see it,
The blood and wound on it.
Yet in all these,
I will be strong,
Standing above these,
My smile will shine once more. -
By the Bear posted on 24th August 2004
Singapore's my home
Even when I thought of leaving
But I've learnt
Happiness elsewhere may be fleeting
I wander around
To places and roads few travel
I stop I smile
Coz I can't help but marvel
I stroll around
Arab Street with its minarets
Stop for some sheesha
Or some of their fragrant cigarettes
Places like Changi Village
Call to me with their quiet serenity
Reminding me of how we can be
Quiet yet happy in our simple humility
Our shopping malls
Rival the best on God's Earth
Oh the hustle and bustle
Provides joy and mirth
There is so much more
For her citizens to do and see
Yet so many fly off
Seduced by promises and what may be
But this citizen has found
Contentment's elusive key
For one is only as happy
As one plans and decides to be
So for now this soul
Will call Singapore his home
For happiness can be found
Wherever he may roam -
By LazerLordz posted on 22nd August 2004
Cinnamon railway to nothingness
The hum of the silent rail
brings me back slowly
to all those eloquent Sunday morns,
when you would hum
making a sum of,
the dust bunnies in your white house.
The ink that flows around me
blankets my eyes;
soothing them from harshness.
Do you ever see-
The blip that I was,
in your two decades of breathing?
I see the dark tracks ahead,
forboding as a black sun,
yet the void draws me in
like a Siren's call..
Be it a song or a cry,
I must answer
or my life be moot.
Oh sooth, must it be a Sandman?
Piercing through my heart
from a cinnamon bow of an Amazon.
Truly she is wondrous,
but men die loving her.
If that fate be mine,
let my ascendancy be blessed,
and my entry fleet of foot.
For I gazed upon you last
when all things came to past. -
DEAD POET'S CHOICE
By LazerLordz posted on 25th August 2004
Memoirs of a Sleepy Isle
Sometimes in my dawn,
the smoke from the ants below,
those in different colours and
making different noises
do waft up to the tiny glass
windows;
which encase my towering house
in a pattern often
repeated near and close to me.
Imagine that we should all
move from the humble earth
to Valhalla's nest in mere decades.
Colours and prints assail
my senses without end.
Those which were once likened
to pigeon holes,
now seem the jewels of the Orient
albeit to the eyes of antipodes.
We carried our kin amongst the wet swamps
now the wet swamp is carefully
nurtured in a laboratory
which people do pay to see.
And the tigers which grandfather
shot
are prized and guarded with care.
The leaders of this nation
stand warily amongst us men.
Be it fear or distance
no one can see through
the coats of white and
the poker faces in public debate.
Have we exchanged a sleepy isle
for one that is still sleepy
but inside because of the steroids
we have eaten to null our true nature?
And the ants still crawl
day in day out,
almost on command
like a Swiss clock, handmade
but ironically not known
for pragmatism
which is labelled on the many ants that
shuffle along the metalled road. -
By Heng@ posted on 25th August 2004
Mirabeau
T'was the falling of dawn,
Thy mind the place of ideas born.
A spark of light in the dark blossoming,
A flame, a conflagration in the creating.
The will to challenge what was the norm,
The strength to maintain the current form.
Isolation and accusations cut to the core,
Beastly vile words come to the fore.
Heresy, blasphemy, nonconformity
Madness, insanity, flights of fallacy.
In light of one they shall unite,
Society, cutting short an individual's flight.
Yet, irony, unbeknown to all,
The future they seek, it shall fall.
The future, belongs to one to create,
He lives, he dies, there shall be debate.
Ideas, sown, like the seeds of change,
The strong shall thrive, the meek shall faint.
But for the Martyr, who gave his soul,
All is worth, more so than gold.
For his selfless sacrifice,
He has helped us roll the dice.
And once this dice stops all revolutions,
All shall change, for this is, evolution.
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Avignon
The gentle breeze whispers through the streets,
Cooling the city of 6 millennias.
Such an irony, as the calm river flows,
For this is the "Town of the Violent Wind".
Lush greens reflected on the river's mirror,
Spires stand tall in the clear blue sky.
Battlements of old, keeping sentinel guard,
Breathtaking fortresses, dominate the skyline.
Magnificent and imposing,
The Saint Bénézet spans.
Cutting into the Rhône,
Waters swirl around 4 arches.
But a former glory it has known,
When once it was 22 arches long.
Louis VII laid siege in 1226,
His rage he laid on Saint Bénézet.
70 years, the popes held court,
The rise of Palais des Papes in the name of God.
A period of golden bloom,
Followed by a period of dark dark doom.
Many thousand lost their lives,
The Plague, it swept, without mercy.
And for the next 300 years,
It shall reside, taking humans at it's whim.
When they finally subsided it,
A calm prevails, and fortunes grow.
The Nazis came in 1942,
Freedom came but 2 years after.
This town of old, of great culture,
It lives today, an important centre.
Standing on the banks of the River Rhône,
Across Saint Bénézet, the eye shall behold.
Town of the Violent Wind,
It changed hands, the Romans, the Goths,
It belonged to a great many kingdoms,
Burgundy, Arles, kingdom of Forcalquier.
The arts, and science, they flourish here,
In this town, of saffron bricks and ancient stones.
The crossroads of Provence and Languedoc, of Italy and Spain,
Flourish it shall, millennias to come.
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Sulzfeld
Church bells of Sulzfeld gently toil,
Their melody ringing over the fields.
The gently rolling countryside,
Vineyards abundant amongst lush greens.
A patchwork of red brown and grey,
White brick walls, the town they make.
Sapphire skies and emerald lands,
And the ruins atop the hill they stand.
An ancient castle, once was mighty,
The town, the lands, it shall protect.
But time conquers all, it always has,
Ravensburg Castle began to crumble.
All that's left of it today,
A tower remains, still standing proud.
Eager visitors can choose to climb,
To see the magnificent countryside.
Its share of wars, Sulzfeld has seen,
Battle of Cyriakus, it was a win.
But the Swedes damaged it twice,
The 30 Years War, it wasn't kind.
Earls of Castell and Henneberg,
And Margrave Achilles,
They fought but failed,
To conquer Ravensburg and Sulzfeld.
Today it sits pretty, bustling and bright,
7 villages in the distant countryside.
Take a stroll along the lush grape vines,
Or climb the tower, oh behold the sight! -
By DeadPoet on posted on 31st August 2004
The Superior Race
All two legs must be eaten!
And so are those with four.
But those who are pets to our master
None of them will be call.
All pets are right!
And all non-pets are wrong!
One is designate to be loved,
The other deserves to die.
Quick quick get in line,
Dinner must be ready on time.
All non-pets to the slaughterhouse!
Quick quick get in line!
Some hung their heads real low,
Others tremble with fear.
Some take one last look around,
And bid their young in tears.
Forward, forward to your glorious death
To feed the superior race!
Children of Adam and Eve marches on
To feed the superior race!