there is something
wonderfully happy
yet sad about us
.
but we are happy
while they are not
so should we bother?
.
for those who never
dwell in the happiness
of others are a sad lot
who breeds calamity
and misery and thus
they dwell in sin
.
they are not worthy
they are but intruders
they will never fit in..
.
.
.
you inspired me
to walk the path with you
you exuded
a zest quite unlike others
you are cute
ever more so vulnerable
when gushed
with overwhelming pride
as you rubbed
your conservativeness
all over me
I love unconventionality
you inspired me
and thought me worthy
.
let us walked on..
.
.
.
fate
glued you to me
with no plasters
but with an avalanche
of sticky sand
all over our feet
.
fate
glued you to me
with no binders
but with an avalanche
of sticky wind
all over our skin
.
and we hugged
the fate of a lifetime
my sweet ocean
without footing back
to that stickiness
we actually dread..
.
.
.
I was no king
when I made you queen
and the courts of Christendom
were outraged
when the damsels and jesters
and the learned is flattered
the bishop and knights
went on the defensive
.
I was no king
when I made you queen
and the courts of Christendom
went berserk
when God and spirit
and the sky is flattered
they stopped us
at the drawbridge..
.
.
.
I watched that dew
streaming off the leaf
onto my fingertip
.
I watched that dew
streaming off my fingertip
into the pond
.
it fascinates me
to watch it drip
as its ripple sparkles the water
.
but I can’t hold it..
.
.
.
I find it strange
that you requite missing me
with mingling
that you equate concern
with intrusion of trust
.
I really don’t know
.
I find it strange
because I requite missing me
with solitude
and I equate concern
with unwavering devotion
.
I really don’t know
.
I find it strange
that we are in a deadlock
but solitude strays some minds
the same way that
mingling strays some hearts
.
I really don’t know..
.
.
.
the soft bristles
might be responsible
for the color spread
but the end
result is achieved
by our thoughts
our own feelings
our own composition
and brush control
.
no one else
should be blamed
for the horror
we are in..
.
.
.
I orchestrated
a wily sausage symphony
overturing with baton in hand
flicking and mimicking
the conductor
with stark passion
at times salivating to
smother the heatwave
whilst you lay back
culminating candidly
over the extended version
of my hard copy
feeling the crescendo
towards the finale
shuddering uncontrollably
over my masterly direction
till peace
finally gave you in..
.
.
.
your tongue
lit up my night
and opened up sensations
of glorious sweet
.
I twitched
and moaned and growled
with your continual relish
of my torso
.
with you
I went on a night safari
a wandering ritual
that bound our intimacy
.
changing me
into a nocturnal animal
whilst cradling a wanting
of your cheekiness..
.
.
.
bronze vessels are prized
because of those little green patina
that forms on its surface
the same way that
our vessel of love is prized
because of those little green patina
we grew to accept..
.
.
.
I thought about you
at the most unlikely moment
at the most unlikely places
in the most precarious of situation
I thought about you
effortlessly
as my heart beats frantically
with those perennial playbacks
subtly sending me reminders
that I am finally home..
.
.
.
I am moved
by your tears
of commitment
.
I am moved
by your gesture
that overcame words
.
I am moved
but I am crumbled
to be in a state that I am
.
lost in reverie
and totally moved
by your emotions..
.
.
.
being happy
is seeing our image
reflected on the surface
of that shiny pink heart
wrapped in gold ribbon
hanging from the ceiling
.
being happy
is seeing our image
celebrated on the surface
of that hanging heart
being exhibited, guarded
and admired by many..
.
.
.
(ode to jeff koon)
.
remember
our pledge
to be what we are today
remember
our longing
to be where we are today
remember
our love
to be why we are today
remember
our desire
to be how we are today
remember
our moments
to be when we are today
remember
our destiny
to be who we are today
.
we need to remember
we must not forget..
.
.
.
we are caught
on that see saw of sorts
of days gone by
we are into a game
of pushing oneself to rise
while the other falls
.
we are balanced
in an up down motion of glee
with that spacer
that wedges in between us
gripping onto that handle
riding without equilibrium
.
yet
there is new found height
with every imprint we made on that ground
whilst the world rides in momentum
we always pick each other up
when the other tumbles..
.
.
.
don’t know when
hope it’ll be soon
when strength regained
equals smiles aplenty..
.
.
.
as long
as your breeze
continues to rustle my leaves
the sparkles will shine through
where we shade..
.
.
.
with you
I slumber
my manifold fears
.
with you
I share
my manifold dreams
.
with you
I steer
my manifold wings..
.
.
.
a first overnight
a first two nights
a first forty one
what a good massage!
.
a first naked sleep
a first time deposit
a first cuddly sleep
what a good dim sum!
.
a first mainland trip
a first time cooking
a first time cleaning
what a good commis!
.
what a good record!
.
.
.
wash your feet
before you enter
.
rest your worries
when you are in
.
feel the peace
after you leave
.
.
.
it is nice to have you
on one hand
and she on the other
.
it is nice to have her
on one hand
and me on the other
.
its nice to have you
on one hand
and me on the other
.
how I wish..
.
when I begged of you
to stop
you ignored my plea
and carried on nailing
you should have
.
the sky cried
when it saw me hung
and drenched
frailly calling on you
not to forsake us
.
but you walked away
from the storm
clinging on tightly to
your cloak of ego
disregarding my plea
.
when I begged of you
to stop
you should have
and so I walked away
the sky cried..
.
we can no longer be great
if we choose to distance
we cannot yield strength
lest we could both moat
and soak clean the distress
and till we cuddle back
in pampery smiley unity
we can no longer be great..
.
.
.
you are
an emotional being
every inch of it
how I wish
that there is this
logical side of you
that helps you
to assess me
but
you are a total woman
and I am a total man
ironically
we complimented
and drew from each
others strength more
than we obfuscate
and that alone
is enough
to obliviate
the occasional mess..
.
it is hard when
you are not around
i really depended on
you to keep me awake
and all our hopes alive
by staying truthful
and behaving truthful
.
it is that simple to
keep my anxiousness
at ease so long as that
diamond
in your hands
is always held tightly
and kept warm..
.
.
.
you have flown away
freely
.
as you flap
and turn your head down
you saw
that I was waving at you
and uttering to you
from below
but from a height like this
and the view that holds
promise before you
you soared on
you knew
that even if you did
descend
you would have great difficulty
understanding me
because you are a bird
and I am a man
and I was not structured
with wings like yours
and moreover
you will be annoyed
incessantly
trying to decipher me
speaking in a tongue
not of your own
.
and so freely you flew on
without regard..
.
.
.
no longer
do our petals drop
nor wilt
like before
.
no longer
does the rain
stayed on
till it muds
.
we have incarnated
in spirit
and fleshed
through the seasons
.
the flute
has carried
one petal
on its journey..
.
.
.
peaceful dove
on the palm
of my left hand
you placed
your heart
.
peaceful dove
you contorted
my right hand
to image the left
and on it
you planted
your soul
.
peaceful dove
as I closed my eyes
you opened up my mind
and rested in
your worries
.
in tranquility
your breath now
permeates my conscience
your sequential giving
changed me
there is speech
in this stillness
.
peaceful dove
like a yogi
I mused
at your inner beauty
in between silence..
.
.
.
where are the flowers
that once coloured
our life?
where are the fruits
that once quenched
our thirst?
where are the leaves
that once shaded
our faults?
where is the butterfly
that once fluttered
in my garden?
.
.
.
you sucked
all the sweetness
out of me
and then
you spit me out..
.
am I
your bubblegum?
.
.
.
