Friday, July 24, 2009
'Stimulated by Rejection'
I'm free-falling into this hole with unknown depth. 'Stimulated by rejection'. Laughing at my stupidity. Wondering what's been stimulated? Ah, it's the wound on my heart. Rejection has casted a stab into it, the throbbing hard and once healthy aortal organ. How many beers, how many Swiss chocolate, they couldn't intoxicate me. Not a bit. Kill me instead. Let it be fast and swift. Somebody, please. Sorrow keeps tossing me deeper into the hole. Sorrow compresses my lungs so hard, so hard that I'm suffocating at this singularity. Am I savouring it then? What are the chances of escaping it?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
King's Crossroad?!
And here I am
in front of crossroads.
All options lead to nowhere,
mystical, uncertain destination.
And here I am,
Reminded of how Laughing Gor
Used his 5 dollar coin
To help deciding his pick
And I'm here
Before the signboard
50-cent coin in hand I hold
The sky is blue,
The sun is no where to be seen,
Hidden behind the thick pearly white cloud,
The decent scent of freshly mowed field.
Three tosses
I say
Head to North, Tail to South.
First toss,
*pring*
The coin flips in the air,
Flicker of hope
Lies between the two faces.
It drops to the ground
There it lies
Head it is.
Second toss, head too. I'm feeling lucky?!
Third toss, head AGAIN!
Head North, that is.
I'm determined
Looking at the three heads I scored.
I do the Maths,
Probability if getting 3 heads in a row,
1/6=12.5%.
Lucky I am?
Or this is His choice for me?
Who cares?
Go for it, I say.
And so,
I got my ticket punched.
Get ready for my journey to the North.
Place of full mysteries.
Place of full lures.
Place of full rocks and vines.
Place of adventure.
So long to this place I call home.
in front of crossroads.
All options lead to nowhere,
mystical, uncertain destination.
And here I am,
Reminded of how Laughing Gor
Used his 5 dollar coin
To help deciding his pick
And I'm here
Before the signboard
50-cent coin in hand I hold
The sky is blue,
The sun is no where to be seen,
Hidden behind the thick pearly white cloud,
The decent scent of freshly mowed field.
Three tosses
I say
Head to North, Tail to South.
First toss,
*pring*
The coin flips in the air,
Flicker of hope
Lies between the two faces.
It drops to the ground
There it lies
Head it is.
Second toss, head too. I'm feeling lucky?!
Third toss, head AGAIN!
Head North, that is.
I'm determined
Looking at the three heads I scored.
I do the Maths,
Probability if getting 3 heads in a row,
1/6=12.5%.
Lucky I am?
Or this is His choice for me?
Who cares?
Go for it, I say.
And so,
I got my ticket punched.
Get ready for my journey to the North.
Place of full mysteries.
Place of full lures.
Place of full rocks and vines.
Place of adventure.
So long to this place I call home.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Spare me a day,
As I realised how mundane the world is.
Spare me a day,
As I realised how ugly truth is.
Spare me a day,
As I realised how much love that I've spanked away in this journey.
Shan't I use this special day
To make myself a nice breakfast?
Shan't I use this special day
To savour Mozart's and Beethoven's?
Shan't I use this special day
To tell you what's happening to me?
As I realised how mundane the world is.
Spare me a day,
As I realised how ugly truth is.
Spare me a day,
As I realised how much love that I've spanked away in this journey.
Shan't I use this special day
To make myself a nice breakfast?
Shan't I use this special day
To savour Mozart's and Beethoven's?
Shan't I use this special day
To tell you what's happening to me?
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