The Relinquished Requiem

2011-03-10T17:13:00.000+08:00

Where have they gone? Where have they gone? The frame
Has broken; proximity and distance
Alike. And wherefore are the stars so maimed
By the desires that shun Creation?
Road-bumps and pot-holes have all disappeared;
As has nature succumbed to dusty sleep.
All is levelled by the Digger who speared
The earth and then invoked the Devil’s reap.
Life lives in shadows; Death is a lighthouse
Which guides Morality and Virtue both.
The castle shrine has become a thatch-house;
The decrepit human upholds no oaths.
The Human Race among all else shall fail
For his soul is flimsy, offered up for sale.

2011-01-24T21:32:00.001+08:00

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What poetic thought I have
Through neither art nor music,
But through words, I,
Mere vessel of transference,
Turn immortal thought to mortal paper,
To be lost entirely to the seas and to the sands,
Or the skies—omniscient balloon,
While I sit writing, typing, thinking,
A statue never-moving in
Dejected sight, under dejected light.

2010-12-28T21:50:00.000+08:00

Blue

Blue is the colour of the sky.

Blue is the colour of people’s eyes;
Even though they’re truly black.

Blue (or at least a hint of it) was the colour
Of Grandmama’s lips; she lay there, white raiment,
After the final slumber, awaiting...

Blue is the colour of water,
Scratched onto canvas by paintbrush-needles,
Imagined by people for people.

Yet water— true water—is the colour of my soul.

2010-08-21T10:46:00.002+08:00

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A thousand hands press against broken glass-lined walls:
Veil of blood masks the eyes; masks the mind.
Blinded, searching aimlessly
For that tiny speck of Eden, bodies pressed.
Heaped upon another, legion of amalgamated souls.

Scouring through a wasteland,
Licking sand, drinking dust,
For the one skeleton of hope
Buried in an imploded ziggurat.
Thousand miles deep.

From the Tower of Babel we came,
Towards it we shall go.
The world shall end
With silence, broken hearts
And nature’s volition; not gods'.

2010-08-19T22:46:00.000+08:00

Reflection of Wednesdays and Saturdays

6 O’clock:
Hands swipe unwittingly;
Lazy eye opens.
Gears like rosary beads;
Springs like snakes,
Darkness.

12 O’clock:
Jaws crush asunder
The heart.
Knowing fate-
The black contract two hands signed;
Binding sinner to sin.
Brew of blood and oath
Once drunk, leaves unclean.

6 O’clock:
Returned to the corridor
Of only closed doors;
World of closed doors.
Windowless, frameless,
Suffocating.
In unholy baptism,
Detached ears, eyes, nose, tongue,
Nerves.

12 O’clock:
Whistling Will-O’-Wisp;
Choir of ooze and sludge.
A soul’s been sold-
Nay, given to the Devil.

2010-06-05T11:24:00.000+08:00

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What emotion do you feel when a housefly lands upon your skin?
Its many legs hither and thither skate across ice.
The eyes follow its movement;
Sensations do not.

I see a sandstorm in my heart. Do you?
Gritty, grainy pebbles grinding flesh.

I feel a pang in my eye. Do you?
Tears torn from slumber; the will’s chagrin.

Flesh. Body. What are these?
Concrete mirages.
That once we perish, decay and our bones
Return to the soft soil-bed,
Our fates are known by only the Fates:
Our lights joining other candles
Of the great requiem, or
Conformity to the rule
Of cogito, ergo sum.

2010-06-05T00:13:00.000+08:00

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First met- awkward; drowning in silence (quite literally).
For many minutes, nothing but fingers tapping parquet
Fighting an inner urge to wipe away the face.

Fairly well acquainted- hands still behind backs,
Failing to relinquish the private obolus;
Fanciful farces for neutrality’s sake.

Fearing to understand. No more. NO MORE!
For the skin lies bare.
False notions exploded away. Every
Fragment of prism light sliced thinly.

A time comes yet,
That separation seems futile-
Violent seas have battered the limestone cliffs
Exposing the granite.

Forced to crumble; back to the open sea. Fear
Friendship’s sparkle turning to a glimmer;
Finally dull, buried by time.

2010-04-22T21:44:00.001+08:00

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Frost upon the gate of winter’s day,
Smelt to dewdrops by one spring’s ray.

O waves of squashed berries’ juices,
Bringing such floods both sweet and yet sour
To nostrils and tongue, you excite.

Only to be fleeting,
Gone as gossamer webs upon dead bushes,
Blown by the wind
To infinity...

Flame of summer’s rising passions
Overcome, doused by autumn’s sea of falling souls.

O whims of heaven’s fancy,
Spirit away mine too weak heart!

2010-04-20T23:07:00.001+08:00

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When a black ooze seeps across the land,
And blots out that white, that hoary uplifting,
Sinking one’s soul ever deeper into
The crags of insanity,

What comforting branch is there
But the embrace of the flow of energy
Then?

Unless green withers to yellow,
Yellow to brown,
Brown to black,
Black to transparency,
Transparency, transparency
Of that deep, deep void,
Ceaseless through the sphere of eternity,
Eternity...

2010-04-02T13:10:00.004+08:00

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Plucky pizzicato notes, quick as stuttering staccatos,
O how similar they are to the beating of the heart
Subject to the tumultuous torrent of ravenous raindrops
Pouring from the fangs of the yellow-eyed serpent.

The dark sky, a fitting atmosphere
For the salubrious shredding of skin,

Trickling from the soul into oblivion
That shell, that shell of security
Into oblivion

2010-03-27T22:15:00.001+08:00

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The crickets lament
Man’s utmost betrayal
To the true kingdom.

The dogs bark and howl,
Wishing to correct misdeeds;
Profane defiance.

Man puts naught to heart
The tears nor the shouts; ignore
The reality.

Cruelty is denied by the souls of men-
Fate shall sink them in the bog...

2010-03-26T18:37:00.001+08:00

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The yellow petals drip from their branches along with the falling rain...

What strange duet is this,
Melancholic as the night-time tears of the lonely maiden;
Spherical and whole, gleaming as the angel’s gift?

The duet of nature’s agony.

2010-03-22T23:22:00.000+08:00

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Night,
Bring forth the invisible dew
Drawn from the earthen well,
And sprinkle your beauty
Upon sleeping men,
That when they awaken
They may know your
Majesty.

2010-02-21T13:35:00.001+08:00

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In the twilight-
Conflation of light and dark,
What goes on that we shall not see?
O dewdrops forming upon the grainy earth
That eat forth from the sea-foam froth,
Illumine in thine reflection that which I wish to see.

I imagine there be spirits, folk of faerie
Upon the land, riding back through the white-slate door.

I imagine there be the druids
Chanting out incantations, chanting out invocations.

I imagine there be creatures of the night
Tired of the beckoning calls of nature,
Taking the final glimpse of the world before long rest.

I imagine the rainbows flutter high,
As the dreams are palpable, whole
And eternal in the minds of men.

Mark not that which is,
But that which is.

2010-02-19T21:55:00.005+08:00

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O folk of the Sidhe,
Tonight when the doors of Ben Bulben open
Will you not ferry me away?
For sick I am of this world-
The ancient art’s but diminishing.
For I am sick of this world
And there’s naught a remedy.

O folk of the Sidhe,
Will you not spirit away mine body and soul
And leave behind a placebo of inanimately?
For I am sick of this world.
Take mine self away!

2010-02-19T21:55:00.003+08:00

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Today I had my soul forcibly removed.
Into the void it flew-malicious hands clawed it through.
So now I am but nothing:
My head belongs now to the wind;
My extensions belong now to the sea;
My body belongs now to the earth,
My heart, been burnt, belongs to flame.
There shall in time be no recovering.

2010-02-19T21:55:00.001+08:00

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As with lemniscates shall the seas of Poseidon forever sing-
For there has been misery in the lands which bring
The dawn. My heart a fragment of those droplets
That roll down the hills as from the trees fall the leaflets.
The arrow that pierced both heart and soul left scars;
The defenestrated that fell unto me left bruises purple, skin marred.

Though the sun offers warmth and solace,
And her rays benign all penitence,
Only in the dark, shall I be but free as the words of Horace.

2010-02-18T21:42:00.001+08:00

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In the midst of night when the dew drops arise
From slumber’s grasp, the summer fireflies dance
Among bushes and trees, the woodland rushes- torches of gold.

Illuminate the path, O fireflies,
For the future grins within the dark.
Illuminate the crystal dew path
That may shimmer under thy nuance,
And cause the rose to open her petals-
The world’s mist bade adieu and parted.

2010-01-18T22:56:00.002+08:00

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I cry tears for the lost joy.
I cry tears for the forgotten joy.

My tears are a waterfall.
A waterfall cold which freezes over mine heart.

Numb I am.
Numb I feel.

The frost has penetrated,
Penetrated and spread.
Completely,
I feel naught but
The chill of the dark,
The dark.

2010-01-18T22:56:00.001+08:00

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Through the darkness of the night,
Through the fog which eats the light,
Shall the horsemen come riding...

They ride, they ride, they ride.
Through the trees and through the woods.
Through the fog that hides the bog
They shall ride on steeds
Quickly, through the air.

They ride, they ride, they ride.
Bringing strife to all the lands,
Fear-mongers, they clutch all souls
With their cold and icy hands.

They ride, they ride, they ride!
Galloping so silently.
With their claws shall they dig into
The flesh of those who do not weep.

They ride, they ride, they ride!
Harvesters of evil souls.
Killers of those who plead,
Of those whose heads stick out into the light.

They ride, they ride, they ride!
Spreading death with all its grey.
The miasma of all the hells
Shall wipe the world clean
Of living flesh and white bone.

They ride, they ride, they ride, they ride.
Till the green has all but disappeared.
Through the desert and barren lands
Crimson, aflame with blood and gore.
They shall ride through all eternity!

2010-01-14T22:53:00.001+08:00

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Palpitations of the heart,
Garrulous they are.
O how much they speak,
Of what emotions run wild.
O how much they speak,
Of what bleak times lie ahead.
O how much they speak,
Of ageing and of death.

Palpitations of the heart,
Loquacious they are.
Speaking of everything,
Of the white clouds’ parting.
Speaking of everything,
Of one’s black wings.
Speaking of everything,
O. Stop beating already

2010-01-07T20:30:00.000+08:00

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Creeping up the trellis against the home of the fair maiden,
The shadow moved fluid as water,
Silent as though through air.

Through the window he climbed
Into the fair maiden’s chamber.

She awoke to find
Fear clutching her neck.
Wringing it. Wringing it.

Through her pain
She gasped so soft and desperate:
“O demon who dost
Slaughter the light of dagaz, and
Clouds Sôwilô,
Be rid of tonight for I know your face!”

2010-01-01T00:33:00.000+08:00

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The clock-how many rotations has it made?

Round and round
The never-ending cyclical life runs
Joy to sadness then to grief
It begins all over again
The sonata of birth
The rhapsody of youth
The elegy of ageing
The requiem of death

I see
Child in field of glistening grass and dew
Teen among friends parting ways perhaps forever
Father and Mother discussing serious matters
Grandfather savouring the last moments before he
Bids the world adieu

Through the years I have come to know all these
But of life there is to know but more than eternity...

2009-12-06T22:23:00.000+08:00

Journey

The aftertaste of a chocolate cake
Still lingering within my mouth,
We set off after dinner;
On the road through the deep, deep night...

The motorcycles zooming past
(Music from a crackling fire within the inglenook’s palms);
The sound of rubber on glass
(The hoot of a caged owl);
The music of the saxophone, gently caressing my ears
(The soothing voice of a cabaret singer upon the stage).

The orange light from Singaporean street lamps
Staining the tar roads with hues of orange-brown
(The parquet floor; the wooden pillars and walls)...

A journey through the darkness,
Back to the time of an early-winter night,
When I was not so old, and not at home either.
Then the wheels screech and my voyage comes to an end.
Back to reality, only memories remain-
Memories that slowly fade into the black, black night.

2009-12-04T19:02:00.001+08:00

The Water Spirit

I am here on the earth, still I have never been
Seen by the creatures inhabiting it despite
My respite upon this planet since the beginning of creation.

Cast to damnation, perhaps I have been
Deemed worthless.

So I have learned, the art
Of slipping through one’s hands and heart
From the light and into the night of the cave
And its railway cart.

My form is shapeless- ‘tis a blessing
For I can evade all exorcising. A sliver,
A thread like a river, a pearl, a bead.
Sweet it is to be free, sweet as mead.

But now have the humans become envious of my freedom.

So have they done all to restrict me- they have chained
Me to their lands, enslaved and made me insane,
Forcing me through eternal cycles of joy and pain.

Rare it is that I am released
(Once or twice in my immortal life), back to the sea
To my brethren.

2009-10-07T20:59:00.000+08:00

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My heart is fluid, fluid.

Flowing
Like water which runs off a leaf,
I am whole, yet empty.

Gone, evaporated.
I see no more.

Silhouette, shadow,
Like light, I have none.

2009-09-05T17:47:00.000+08:00

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Blossom of the night,
Thy bosom is fullest.
Peck mine lips,
And stain my heart
White.

Take me,
O singer of the winds!
I am but a petal for your will!.

2009-08-02T21:45:00.000+08:00

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The leaves that fell
Fell like snow on a wintry day,
Soft and light as the dove’s feathers.
Beyond that haze there was nothing to be seen,
Nothing-
No epiphany was to be gained.

2009-07-28T20:33:00.001+08:00

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My skin, may it be shed?
Like the leaves of deciduous trees,
Like the removal of the covers on a bed?
O, my skin, may it be shed like teeth?

My skin, may it be dyed red?
Like the lips of the woman in grief.
My skin, will it not fade,
Like the blood of sailors, died in the sea?

My skin, it was brown, now black and dead.
My skin, it was once part of me.
Now I say adieu to you, my skin so made,
For without you, then may I be free.

2009-06-17T21:27:00.001+08:00

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The wind pushed a bullock cart of white.
And though it drew nearer,
It never was.

Through the night,
The wind was howling
A sorrowful invocation.

2009-06-04T21:00:00.000+08:00

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They danced.
Masked apes and glitzy porcupines,

They danced.
Perfumed skunks and hypnotised snakes,

They danced.
In the light of candles and chandeliers galore,

They danced,
While the Phoenix implored.

They danced.
The animals waltzed through the night,

They danced,
As the Phoenix struggled helplessly.

They danced.
Drinking champagne and wine,

They danced,
As the phoenix was chained to the wall.

They danced.
Laughing, chortling, snorting, so on,

They danced,
As the Phoenix wailed through the night.

They danced.
To the music of crickets and toads,

They danced,
Concealing the Phoenix’s pain.

They danced.
For day shall never come again,

They danced,
For they had subdued the Phoenix that was bright.

2009-05-24T20:11:00.001+08:00

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That I may one day sprout wings and fly
Until the stars where my dreams reside.

All the beauty that pass my eye
Shall remain within my rippled pool.

With living and dead forces both bound and tied,
I shall make my ascension.

The weaver of dreams that calls by night,
Shall create with me, a lullaby.

And arise I shall
To take first foot,
Gamboling in black dye.

2009-05-17T14:31:00.000+08:00

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The gambol which the leaf does in the wind,
Is a dance of both grace and intensity-
The grace of a mermaid in the sea,
Intensity of a ferocious whizzing barb.
It dances so in its thousand-blade Garb,
And in doing so, pierces like a pin,
Into the thousand-layer skin.

2009-05-16T21:22:00.000+08:00

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The tree, it held up an umbrella for me.
And though it was faulty,
No other could ever compare to its beauty-
It was emblazoned by streaks of brown and green,
Paintings of birds so mild and sweet.

The tree, its roots that sunk so deep,
Held my heart in awe that very same day.

2009-04-05T19:59:00.000+08:00

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I saw two men marching on a red plain.
Never did they come back from that crimson sea.

The day they sat off,
O how they were with glee,
Clad in green
Marching in line, a giant centipede.
Boiling it was, that one good day.
But it was chilly inside their boots-
They were shivering.
As they trudged
With mud smeared on their cheeks
And their lovers’ hearts in hand,
Their teacher’s words kept ringing in their ears:
“Patriotism is the greatest gift a man could ever give”.
They walked into a black cloud and died that very day.

They died in glory
For their country,
One atop the other.
As their blood was drained
They did but say:
“May my death have not been in vain”.

Alas, that was many a year ago,
The good old yesteryears
Of my youth.

Today I see children
Walking into a battlefield.
A slaughterhouse more like it,
A graveyard for the young,
Where they are killed then vivified
Each and every day.

What is that I hear?
Me thinks it be a bell.

2009-04-02T21:27:00.000+08:00

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The moon’s a flower
That blooms every now and then.
Illumine the lands.

Friendship is an empty husk
That shall never be filled full.

The spiders grow and
Spin majestic silver webs
Beneath the moonlight.

Friends quarrel eternally.
Fleeting, it is truly zilch.

Song of frosty winds
Turning my skin ashen pale.
Shudder in my bone.

War is a’ brewing, creeping.
A shadow that flits in black.

Splatter mud on me,
As I spill blood unto you.
End it shall never.

Harbinger of the night storm,
Instantly clear, will you not?

Rotten thorns, they are,
Falling off the rose in turn
Till she’s naked, bare.

Till one’s down for the count, yes.
Sacrilegious, friendship is.

2009-04-01T20:22:00.001+08:00

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Should it snow upon my bed,
Would I be in warmth or cold?

Crescent in the sky
Cradling me to deep slumber,
Confess your yearning.

2009-03-29T21:04:00.000+08:00

A quick haiku.

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I dance in darkness
To appease restless spirits
Though I am maligned.

2009-03-27T22:22:00.001+08:00

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The wind is gentle
As a wave tranquil
When the night is young
And stars shimmer so.

By a barbecue I sit
Feeling awkward
Like a falcon in a flock of sheep.
It is cold and yet so warm.

My heart has been melted
Smelted perhaps,
And a friend sits beside me.
We watch a bat fly past.

Uplifting it is, truly,
Elevating like an angel singing-
It begins to rain
For the clouds had grown.

To you, my friend,
I have one thing to say:
“Should fate not smile upon you
I know that I certainly still would.”

2009-03-26T21:07:00.001+08:00

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If the wind were my ecstasy,
Then let the rain be my misery.
Should the earth represent my heart’s serenity,
Then let the fire be my fury.

If spring meant beginning
Then may summer represent growth.
If autumn signified ageing
Then may winter connote both.

Should heaven and hell ever squabble,
May you always be protected from their spite.
Should the sky fall and the universe wobble ,
May you remain in the cradle of my arms, tight.

If the Geisha’s gambol summons the gods,
Then may your smile forever summon my thoughts.
If the Muses’ songs inspire thee,
Then may your face inspire me.

If you are my love,
Then may you be forever mine.
Together may we soar like turtle doves,
High above the tree-tops of pine.

If the wind were my isolation,
Then let the rain be my haven.
Should the earth represent my heart’s fluctuation,
Then let the fire be my passion.

2009-03-22T20:57:00.000+08:00

Boar Hunt

A pig squeals and dies
As the froth rolls on the sand
And the flowers wilt.

Before a fire, tribesmen
Laugh a maniacal laugh.

Pure blood is scattered,
Sprayed on the every bush.
Watch them start burning.

O how my blood is boiling
Watching innocents taken.

For when the swine roasts
O how their faces exude
Uncompromised beams…

Beneath benevolent stars
The waves wash away their sins.

Butterflies flutter,
Stealing away all the heat-
Salvation to them!

When the wind ceases and dies,
I listen to the sea bawl.

O the irony!
That murderers can escape
Scot-free and in glee.

I watch in immense horror
As they devour their feast…

2009-03-19T20:10:00.001+08:00

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I kick a pebble
Into the metallic drains.
It falls with a plop.

Raven perched on the tall tree,
Would you not rather the lamps?

2009-03-18T19:54:00.001+08:00

The Spinster’s Song:

Though on my deathbed,
O how I do sing.

La la la
La la
La la la la la la.

Singing with all my might,
All throughout the night.

La la la
La la
La la la la la la.

For I am a Spinster
In body, heart and mind.

La la la
La la
La la la la la la.

What a glory it is to be
a part of the Spinster Sea.

La la la
La la
La la la la la la.

As we drift from place to place
Without e’er a solid place to rest.

La la la
La la
La la la la la la.

Oh Joy to the Spinster
With naught any true lover.

La la la
La la
La la la la la la.

Gazing at one in the day
Loving another, secretly at heart.

La la la
La la
La la la la la la.

And die I shall, going with much loyalty
To my soul’s everlasting virginity.

La la la
La la
La la la la la la.

Yes, this song I do sing
Even in all my blight.

La la la
La la
La la la la la la.

For I am a Spinster gay,
Drifting wherever that I may.

La la la
La la
La la la la la la.

2009-03-16T20:56:00.001+08:00

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I watch the clouds rolling by
On a drizzling summer night

Listening to songs
The cicadas are singing.
And I gently sleep.

Amidst the pitter-patter
Of the diminutive rain

I hear nothing but
Absolute and sheer silence.
And it is splitting.

In a distant realm
I hear a maiden crying
For her long-deceased lover.

I awaken suddenly,
To the sound of cockerels.

2009-03-15T22:33:00.000+08:00

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Through the misty veils of fog,
I gaze at the mountain stream.

It’s frozen over,
As though it were in a dream.
Fish swim placidly

Beneath a layer of ice.
They live in a private realm.

Nestled by the hearth,
I feel not the outside snow
That envelops the jade grass.

I sit staring out windows-
The still beneath moonlight’s glow.

And I feel lifeless,
Like my heart is petrified
By the cold of winter’s smile.

The glacier analogous
To the darkness of deaths hands

Is beckoning me.
So I succumb to its will
And fall to deep sleep.

Till the sun shines the next day,
I shall lie dead, blanketed.

2009-03-12T19:29:00.001+08:00

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Dear Brother, O I how much I thank thee
For bestowing unto me
The greatest gift there would ever be-
The Book which transcends all eternity
That is so very lovely-
And teaches me great hatred so very simply.

I sympathise with thee
For parting must have been done so sorrowfully.
Now that I see thou sitting there lonely
I can do naught but watch silently.
For thy tears scrape against my knee
And that makes me feel such misery.

How I wish we could waltz so free,
With thy dagger in hand, ever faithfully
And thy teeth that kiss me ever sweetly.
Yes, it shall it would come with no fee
Except perhaps my sanity
And perhaps too, my blood’s safety.

2009-03-11T19:03:00.000+08:00

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My brother is magnanimous
With a heart of gold.
Pure gold in fact-
Gold-plated lead.
And it melts ever softly
Beneath the warmth of fire.
The flames of an inglenook-
Fury of Hell’s inferno.

My brother has eyes made of water
That washes away all sin.
For it is holy-
Freezing all upon its touch.
And they do glimmer,
Shimmer in the dark.
Showering pity on others-
Others oblivious to his banshee sight.

I have a brother
And I love him so.
For in me he instils
A bout of endless hate.
I have a brother
And I love him so.
For he breeds within me
An ever-growing night.

2009-03-10T20:22:00.000+08:00

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Life is like an endless loop
Where flower petals bloom then droop.

Life is sporadic and erratic-
Droughts to floods within a flick.

Life is a cycle of endless misery
Where butterflies die constantly.

Life is like a panacea that’s been befouled-
It heals, but also killed.

Life is a tainted sphere
Where people sin for glory dear.

Life is a road that curves
With intermittent love.

Life is like a journey to the deep north
Where one dissolves into the blizzard froth.

2009-03-09T19:50:00.000+08:00

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To a fine thread
The puppet’s attached.
Never shall it roam free.
The puppet-master controlling
Its each and every movement.
A ligament, a muscle,
All is under his jurisdiction.
A will is but a fleeting dream
For the puppet-
It is a mere toy.
In murky realms reside.

And when the master ceases to be,
The puppet lies limp
On the cold, hard floor,
Finally free it seems…

Till a new child appears and picks it up again
And moan it does for a ghost resurrected
In the land of toys and dreams.
The puppet is a shadow,
A wisp in the willows that fades in the night.
Is anything ever what it sees?
In the graveyard of a childhood vision,
A puppet is bound so tightly
In a nightmare reverie.

In dark pools the puppet does swim…

2009-03-08T20:56:00.000+08:00

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Where are the stars
Gone behind the night-time veil?
The Belt which has a disappeared
The Moon alone shining through clouds.
Like a Diva who takes her bow
And disappears till the next show.
Like the shadow
Which disappears, treading into light.
Mellifluous beauty
That has but waned,
The stars are

Incarcerated!
And they do groan and plead
Behind pillars
Of dastardly neon
Where owls never fly to.

2009-03-06T21:22:00.000+08:00

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And you shall never find me.

For I am in mourning
For the dead black cat.
Its green slit-eyes
That never closed
Even in the lifeless night.
Never once averting my gaze.

For I am gone
Above clouds of gold,
High above tall trees of oak.
Where I shall be in merriment
Gambolling and being.

For all has been taken
Engulfed by fogs of grey.
Skyscrapers succumbing
To the doom of earthly red.

For the clouds have dissipated
Into a void so clear,
Of azure seas
Where the birds never swim.

And you shall never find me,
For all has simply disappeared.
And all that is left of me,
Is an apparition of my heart dead.

And I shall ride into dark mists…

2009-02-27T20:42:00.001+08:00

I apologise for the long hiatus. it was a result of school examinations and the stress that came along with it. Anyway, here's another poem:

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Is it a sin, to want to cry,
As the dandelions float by?
To pine for a future freely
Is it selfish, is it bolshie?
To think of love while others die.

To heave a cantankerous sigh,
To wish for that eternal high,
To hope that the gloom leaves us be,
Is it a sin?

Is it so bad to instead die?
When we live in a hell so vile?
Though sufferings last fleetingly,
Living is one great tragedy.
So, when in death we find one mile,
Is it a sin?!

2009-02-20T15:02:00.000+08:00

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I see water, pearls flowing down,
To the clouds, are no longer bound.
Trickling down the sky’s warm blue face,
Add just to it, another grace.
Plummet quickly, unto the ground…

Submerged in tears, my eyes are drowned,
Flooded, like that of an ant mound.
Escape the deluge! It’s a race.
I see water.

Release the floodgates! Tears shall pound.
Upon the ground, without a sound.
My sadness, invisible trace,
Never be known, even to Dace.
In silence suffer, all year round,
I see water.

2009-02-18T22:25:00.001+08:00

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As I sit by the sea,
Watching vessels drift by,
I gaze at stars and fall asleep,
Awaken to find myself,
Rocking on ship’s deck clean,
Listening to the sound of waves.
Beneath the stars how waters do gleam!
Like fireflies beneath the surface,
Glowering beneath my feet, ever so meek.
I feel at peace, out on the ocean,
Basking in the cooling breeze.

I see a dream drift by and weep.
For as the winds blow,
The tides hop and leap…

2009-02-14T21:17:00.001+08:00

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We are but a butterfly,
Forever metamorphosing,
A child to teen, adult and elderly,
Aging abnormally.
But in the end it ends the same,
With death- into a grave we go.
Still life moves on, it carries on,
In hope with the newborn.

Life is like theatricals,
One big fat illusion.
Each day we don a different mask,
Each day a different self.
There is no truth,
Yet there are no lies,
It is one confusing mass.
Still life moves on, it carries on,
In hope with the newborn.

Life is but a single anomaly
In one big computer screen.
In it we live and languish,
In it we live our dreams.
But it is one gigantic graveyard,
Of lies, deceit and doubt.
Still life moves on, it carries on,
In hope with the newborn.

We live in a world of butterflies,
In a realm of lilies.
One dies, the other withers,
Amidst resounding joys.
As one man suffers,
The other’s in laughter…

2009-02-13T19:13:00.000+08:00

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I see visions of dark and light
As I dream each night.

Of towering pillars out of sight,
Deep chorus full of might.

Spectres of both the present and past,
Haunting my every lust.

Back door to a hidden realm gloss,
Covered with grimy moss.

By day I’ve seen every truth’s gall,
By night the illusion falls.

I meet with ghosts who aimlessly seek,
I listen while they speak.

But I awake and it is all gone,
And cause of it, my heart does fawn.

2009-02-12T18:34:00.000+08:00

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Will the tree succumb and be,
I wonder while I’m sleeping…

I see the tree’s skin peeling,
It happens every night.
I see the tree tops screaming,
Bare, exposed to the light.

I see the flowers breathing,
Hard and through the pores.
I see the flowers singing,
Songs of sacrilege and mourn.

I see the sooty crows humming,
In the daytime bright.
I see a glorious painting,
Of black, upon a sheet of white.

I see the man’s heart dying,
A cloak of death put on.
I see the smog’s not clearing,
But the one heart still is torn.

I see the trees are dying,
Do you too, hear their plight?
I see that it is choking,
On humans’ magnificent might.

Will the tree succumb and be,
I wonder while I’m sleeping…

2009-02-11T22:16:00.001+08:00

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Has humanity been lost to the dead?
Each day I see walking corpses breathing,
For living is much worse than meeting fate.
And benediction-immune forces sing.
O harlequin! Will you not make me smile?
For the angels have fled, deserting us,
In this land that is so barren and vile,
Filled with greed, fury, sloth, envy and lust.
What is left of the heart that was once pure?
Nothing, nothing I tells ye! It is gone.
All that is left, dark, empty shell, a lure
For the forbidden box’s seals to be torn.
Life has been desecrated, turned to dust,
All that’s left, little remnants of the past.

2009-02-10T16:24:00.000+08:00

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In earthly pleasure, do not pine,
In knowledge heaven do not whine.
Listen to the preacher’s woeful sorrow,
And sink into the sand tomorrow.

Do not run, step out of line,
Stay within the boundaries fine.
And you shall see the world anew,
The bluebells shedding crystal dew.

The night beckoning the rich to dine,
In style, in feast, with lots of wine.
But the poor languish, in houses fray,
Lucky to get bread, if they may.

The arbour’s broken, scuppernongs fall,
Explosion of those little round balls.
The death of the living, Rising of the dead,
What song life doth sing, within my head!

In night by forests of towering pine,
The stars glowering, line by line.
As words flow onto the paper,
A woman screams, by the hands of her maker.

2009-02-09T20:32:00.001+08:00

When I see the sun,
Woe begins to fill my mind.
Calm before the storm,
Omen which calls on misery.
A day that starts well,
Quelled by a nasty deluge.
Never shall light reign,
For darkness opposes.
What can be truer? Nothing.

Shall it ever break?
This chain that ties the world?
I doubt miracles.
The celestial will malign,
Will it end, the destitute?

2009-02-07T16:58:00.000+08:00

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Oh woe, Gaia has been raped!
By lustful suitors who crave her virginity.
Carving their names into her fair chocolate skin,
Leaving fair maiden only bone-thin.
Devilish dogma overthrown holy trinity.
Licking, slobbering, grovelling at her nape.

Stare at her naked body, mouth agape.
Her illustrious face behind a Cape.

Hands that reach to form a Medley,
Death to you all! Truly, sadly.

“To kill a blight,” he says, “Is it a sin?”
On his face, sadistic grin.

Till her wrath then shall you see,
What all this vanity has led to be.
Beneath the resounding voices of dreams,
The nightmare to be awakened, set free.
Then you shall fear, take flight or meet death. Flee!
To see, to be, in dreams, set free. Then, flee.

2009-02-06T19:42:00.000+08:00

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The green pastures and white skies,
We are sandwiched in between,
Never to exit these boundaries,
Though the crane takes wing, takes exodus.

And this we pay, this is the price,
Towards the unknown slowly lean,
From crimson petals rapidly flee.
In the twenty-first-- a life is worthless.

Charred grass upon which the perpetrator lies,
When oh when, shall anything be seen?
The stranger taking the devil out for tea,
I see souls reaped, the moment I step out of the forest.

The trains cease, bloodied bodies from their remains pried,
O ‘tis land is wrought with those who are putrid and mean.

Still they walk the land, by fresh air and free.
Courting their wife, but kneeling before a mistress.

The green pastures and white skies,
We are sandwiched in between,
Never to exit these boundaries,
Though the crane takes wing, takes exodus.

2009-02-05T18:48:00.001+08:00

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On the brick road, life is all gone,
Grass all dried and withered and worn.
Fallen leaves, scattered- empty shells.
Lucid tears flow, from trees they fell.
From the oblivion, death is born.

The inglenook where the flames yawn,
Between haven and nightmare torn.
Beyond four walls She cries and yells,
On the brick road.

Though the sun shines bright and tawny,
On pock-marked earth in the back lawn,
Clutched by bereavement, hearing bells,
Her skin is blue, like a dead pawn,
She stares out at auburn corn,
On the brick road.

2009-02-03T22:57:00.000+08:00

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We move forward, forget the past.
Overlook things that did not last,
The tempest that ceased and desist,
The flower’s beauty lost in mist.
In our minds, they are but dust.

All has faded, in a quick gust,
Those who aided him, in the past,
Forgotten, like a healed slit wrist.
We move forward.

Chasing after with rabid lust,
Desires that will make us rust.
Tread on the corpses, don’t resist,
Punch out obstacles, with our fists.
In a standstill, yet with gusto,
We move forward?

2009-02-01T17:35:00.000+08:00

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Nothing has changed, but everything,
From zilch, to each and every being,
From beyond and infinity.
The refined now void and empty,
Humble turned haughty- Sickening!

Watching these changes, tiring,
Mystical Metamorphosing.
Still the same as ever- truly,
Nothing has changed.

Gold and silver dissipating,
The leaves shrivelling and dying.
Herald of tempestuous seas,
The world- one with hostility.
Earthquakes and eruptions singing,
Nothing has changed?

2009-01-30T18:40:00.001+08:00

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The clouds part. And the birds fly overhead.
And I watch, I watch the heavens cry:
On a cobblestone street a boy falls dead,
Captured creature, in a crate dying.
Yes, the new day beckons more suffering.
Wooden pond- a Swan dancing for the morn,
And in a grave, the dead lamenting.
Life and death, joy and misery. Love is gone.

The light has faded, while the dark has bred.
Mother’s many lies culminating,
Murdering with the poison that is said,
The hopes and dreams, of child sighing,
In eternal sleep lie, that which doth sing.
Goodness withdrawn, only sinister born.
Justice purged, left only little string.
Life and death, joy and misery. Love is gone.

Modest one before me, do you not hate?
Wish for the one, to meet grim calling?
While silently sleeping, within warm bed?
Near its demise, the world is crumbling.
Lower, beneath Hell, it’s surely falling.
Unless it can be mended, the torn-
Milk from the floor, to its cup returning.
Life and death, joy and misery. Love is gone.

Novus Ordo Seclorum, a time of change is coming.
The candle flame is flickering, sad, forlorn.
Now be prepared, the age of lies is beginning.
Life and death, joy and misery. Love is gone.

2009-01-28T14:34:00.001+08:00

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I see the leaves fall,
From the tree, far, far away.
Clouds form a pathway,
To heaven, go ye pained souls!
Beneath the stone bridge,
The homeless cry in sorrow!
I see hopes dying,
I see the layman crying.
Cruel world! Will you free us?

2009-01-26T15:57:00.000+08:00

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The Basilisk’s eye,
Thought poisonous, I differ.
It’s a tortured soul,
For all friends it made turned stone.
Hearts stop, but tears flow.
Will the creature be released?
Poor creature of Hell,
Cursed throughout eternity,
Shall you ever be set free?

2009-01-23T21:47:00.000+08:00

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An innocent soul is lost to darkness,
Dragged down by the cold hands of fate that cling.
Cornucopia of dreams, ever ceaseless.
Faintest of hopes, what shall the new day bring?
The windows are closed, as are the curtains.
Tears that dwell, in the saddened Kouga’s eyes.
Beneath the rain crying, will the One learn?
The grey clouds stain the heart with a black dye.
Will the Mighty One learn from his mistakes?
O Good Lord! Show me the right way to live!
Walk by the path, along the great life lake.
Look at Mononoke’s eyes, how they deceive!
The levees break, and the waters rush in.
But will it bring, purification’s grin?

2009-01-23T16:39:00.001+08:00

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The sky is the background upon which all else is painted.
We are but figures from a canvas, the heavens’ playthings.
Everything shall dissolve, beneath the Angel’s thinner tainted.

As the time came when all disappeared and stars faded,
I began to think, would we vanish too? By lightning’s might, vanquishing.
The sky is the background upon which all else is painted.

I look up to see an empty, dark sky, reflection of my heart grated.
When will the time come, that the universe shall sing?
Everything shall dissolve, beneath the Angel’s thinner tainted.

I feel heavy; the gods of the sun and moon have fainted.
Now the masterpiece has turned into the worthless thing.
The sky is the background upon which all else is painted.

The stars are flickering, threatening to die and leave us saint-less.
The muses fled to the Rainbow Realm, leaving us to rot cringing.
Everything shall dissolve, beneath the Angel’s thinner tainted.

Through the ages, our necks have strained and craned.
But we have tainted ourselves with crimped morals- And though un-living,
The sky is the background upon which all else is painted.
Everything shall dissolve, beneath the Angel’s thinner tainted.

2009-01-22T17:56:00.000+08:00

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My heart is here. Yet, it shall never be.
The only thing holding me, dark shackles,
That bind to my soul, stopping my mad flee.
From my companions, a ceaseless tackle,
The light, will it shine through the darkness cloud?
Or shall I stay, among skeleton beings?
In my decaying heart, panoply doubts.
Resound through the fog, cries of those breathing.
Soles stunk to the ground, by the will of Gunk.
Wild Eyes that sprint, into wilderness claw.
Tell me, Great Spirit, how far have we sunk?
How long more, will we have to suffer for?
A concerto of pain, soul’s asylum.
Requiem for the dead- your turn, to learn…

2009-01-22T17:19:00.000+08:00

A poem to start my journey:

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The child is desolate, forlorn,
Compared to the adult, who knows.
Thrust into the real, innocence instantly gone.

Sins of murderers, to them like porn.
Encapsulated by throng of death-doers, crookedly grow.
The child is desolate, forlorn.

Darkness seeps in and a crook is born,
The child who has sunk to the bottom, Oh so low!
Thrust into the real, innocence instantly gone.

Do not step into the mirror realm, adjourn journey long.
Light turned to dark, sanctity to profanity. To the soul, sin sewn,
The child is desolate, forlorn.

Wild eyes in the night, crave blood of a fawn.
Child gone insane, listening to song of Black Crow.
Thrust into the real, innocence instantly gone.

In the Holocaust, little girl cries oblivion, gone.
The child of impoverishment, seeds of sadness grow.
The child is desolate, forlorn,
Thrust into the real, innocence instantly gone.