Saturday 26 February 2005

cameron highlands in KL

this day has finally come.
the morning when i wake up and look outside my window...
and see cameron highlands!
gosh, it's hazy.
i can even see the "mist" all the way down the street.
coming to town, it wasn't much better.
it reminded me of korea in autumn.
i told my mom to get a camera...
she said "What for?"
i told her, "For posing, we'll send the picture to people and say we went to Cameron Highlands!"

right..

if you feel quite harrowed
and your mind is shallow
and your feet are not below
hey! look on the bright side:
you've still got me as ya pal.

if your baby's swallowed a coin
and ya don't feel fire in your loins
and someone knees you in the groin
hey! look on the bright side:
you've still got me as ya pal.

as a pal, im mighty good
i'd laugh and cry with you (if i could)
walk with you (to make it through)
and i know for a fact
that im the one mack
who would watch your back
in this here killer pack.

peace.
the birth of peace from joypeaceworldgalleries.com

Tuesday 22 February 2005

like a pupil waiting

like a pupil waiting
for the master's cane
i stand aghast to wince
before i feel the pain.

with outstretched open palm
and face portraying calm
i will take the welts
inflicted by cane or belt.

and once the moment comes
like a crack to break the hum
of the still stagnant fear
there bursts forth my rebirth

and i shall run
freed from my remand
to brightly greening meadows
away from your lingering shadow.

Monday 21 February 2005

when the heart is empty...

when the heart is empty
the soul shall weep;
and a little sadness
inside will creep;
and in the heart
while it remains
sadness
reeks into the trellis
seeps into the drains
in the castle of the soul.
and the soul is empty.

you said you don't
enjoy speaking with me;
perhaps you'd said it
a little too gleefully.

i think i feel hurt;
what i feel is hurt.
it could be that you
chose to treat me as dirt.

when the mind is empty
the heart would weep;
and the tears would flow
till the heart finds sleep.

very hot weather

very hot weather
birds moult feathers
a world's in tatters
and it's very hot weather.

a glowering dusk
the hovering dust
pervades the must-
y surroundings vast.

Thursday 17 February 2005

getting ever older

as the days go by
i see my elders die
and the question forms:
are they for me to mourn?

i think about the truth
translated from hebrew
that many men have sought:
to cut a gordion knot?

my fortune now i seek
to shine a future bleak
and brighten up at last
a dreary forecast

i entered a world of smiles
and saw not evil wiles
but now a blackend taint
appears in every saint.

http://www.shtemple.org.sg/zodiac.htm

Thursday 10 February 2005

mr erudite, ms socialite*

mr erudite sees ms socialite
and scoffs in his delight
that her mind is in a squalor
and she does nought but squander
the vestiges of her youth
while her mind becomes uncouth.

he ponders how she downs
her drink while society frowns
at the imbibing of alcohol
and stumbles smiling down a hall
to hail a taxicab
to an unknown house and get stabbed.

he lingers in his loft
and murmurs in tones soft
to himself and no one else
"she is to ring the bells of hell!"
and a spark burns in his eye:
an idea from on high!

"i shall save her state!"
he declares in valour great
and puts on his lincoln coat.
he drives through many roads
to rescue his lovely maid;
but alas, too late:
she got laid.

*not based on any real life characters
*entirely fictional

Wednesday 9 February 2005

sungei way

there is a lovely glowing
in the orange purpled sky
and the whole world has been waiting
for this one moment
when the firecrackers spurt
to whiz into the deepening purple
and explode, a million variegated hues
and light up the sky
for one brief moment the colours
shoot across the cloudy night scape
and illuminate the hidden shapes
that stand by the roadside
and gape and gawk in awe
and the many different faces
that gaze towards the clouds tonight
impress on my still fogged up brain
that i am stepping on an earth
filled with different races
where many people work and live
and call this their home
though they be from many different countries
their homelands in states of disarray
yet they have made this place
this little know place
their home.

i saw a man carry his son atop his shoulders
as they both marvelled at the burstings of joy
and the air was filled with a rancid smell
the aftermath of the rocket launchers
that catapulted our hundred fireworks
into the intrepid sky

i saw indonesian women
laugh and make merry as they saw
my old jalopy of a junk
trawl upon the narrow roads
that bespoke of ancient history
and one lady was gaily chattering
upon her cellphone
the lifeline of a community to the world

and i imagined that this small and tight
ghetto of the finest human dignity
deserves much better than this
deserves to be given much better amenities
deserves much more than mere little squeezy roads
and shanty rickety houses made of cheap planks
and..
and...

but then i thought again
if these were upgraded
to a bustling brickwalled community
would then this present society
continue to exist
in the same vein
in the same manner

or would they become cold
and the mirth evaporate like dew
under the harshness of the sun...?

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