Believe and Trust

One has to believe in a person before you can trust them. You can’t say I believe you, but I don’t trust you. Neither is it right to say that I trusted you, but I don’t believe you. That kind of statement is purely unacceptable.

intruders

there    is    something

wonderfully        happy

yet    sad     about    us

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but    we    are    happy

while   they    are    not

so  should  we  bother?

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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

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they   are   not   worthy

they are but  intruders

they  will  never  fit   in..

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inspired

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

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let us walked on..

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sticky

fate

glued you to me

with no plasters

but with an avalanche

of sticky sand

all over our feet

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fate

glued you to me

with no binders

but with an avalanche

of sticky wind

all over our skin

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and we hugged

the fate of a lifetime

my sweet ocean

without footing back

to that stickiness

we actually dread..

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christendom

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

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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..

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I can’t hold it

I watched that dew

streaming off the leaf

onto my fingertip

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I watched that dew

streaming off my fingertip

into the pond

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it fascinates me

to watch it drip

as its ripple sparkles the water

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but I can’t hold it..

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deadlock

I find it strange

that you requite missing me

with mingling

that you equate concern

with intrusion of trust

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I really don’t know

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I find it strange

because I requite missing me

with solitude

and I equate concern

with unwavering devotion

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I really don’t know

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I find it strange

that we are in a deadlock

but solitude strays some minds

the same way that

mingling strays some hearts

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I really don’t know..

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horror

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

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no one else

should be blamed

for the horror

we are in..

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sausage symphony

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..

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night safari

your tongue

lit up my night

and opened up sensations

of glorious sweet

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I twitched

and moaned and growled

with your continual relish

of my torso

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with you

I went on a night safari

a wandering ritual

that bound our intimacy

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changing me

into a nocturnal animal

whilst cradling a wanting

of your cheekiness..

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little green patina

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..

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perennial playbacks

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..

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tears of commitment

I am moved

by your tears

of commitment

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I am moved

by your gesture

that overcame words

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I am moved

but I am crumbled

to be in a state that I am

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lost in reverie

and totally moved

by your emotions..

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being happy

being happy

is seeing our image

reflected on the surface

of that shiny pink heart

wrapped in gold ribbon

hanging from the ceiling

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being happy

is seeing our image

celebrated on the surface

of that hanging heart

being exhibited, guarded

and admired by many..

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(ode to jeff koon)

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remember

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

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we need to remember

we must not forget..

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see saw

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

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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

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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..

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smiles aplenty

don’t know when

hope it’ll be soon

when strength regained

equals smiles aplenty..

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sparkles

as long

as your breeze

continues to rustle my leaves

the sparkles will shine through

where we shade..

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manifold

with you

I slumber

my manifold fears

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with you

I share

my manifold dreams

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with you

I steer

my manifold wings..

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good record

a first overnight

a first two nights

a first forty one

what a good massage!

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a first naked sleep

a first time deposit

a first cuddly sleep

what a good dim sum!

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a first mainland trip

a first time cooking

a first time cleaning

what a good commis!

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what a good record!

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here for you

wash    your    feet

before   you  enter

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rest  your   worries

when  you  are   in

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feel     the     peace

after    you     leave

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how I wish

it is nice to have you

on one hand

and she on the other

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it is nice to have her

on one hand

and me on the other

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its nice to have you

on one hand

and me on the other

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how I wish..

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the sky cried

when I begged of you

to stop

you ignored  my plea

and carried on nailing

you should have

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the sky cried

when it saw me hung

and drenched

frailly calling  on you

not to forsake us

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but you walked away

from the storm

clinging on tightly to

your cloak of ego

disregarding my plea

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when I begged of you

to stop

you should have

and so I walked away

the sky cried..

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no longer great

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..

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total woman

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..

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diamond

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

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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..

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freely

you have flown away

freely

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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

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and so freely you flew on

without regard..

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petals

no longer

do our petals drop

nor wilt

like before

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no longer

does the rain

stayed on

till it muds

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we have incarnated

in spirit

and fleshed

through the seasons

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the flute

has carried

one petal

on its journey..

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yogi

peaceful dove

on the palm

of my left hand

you placed

your heart

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peaceful dove

you contorted

my right hand

to image the left

and on it

you planted

your soul

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peaceful dove

as I closed my eyes

you opened up my mind

and rested in

your worries

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in tranquility

your breath now

permeates my conscience

your sequential giving

changed me

there is speech

in this stillness

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peaceful dove

like a yogi

I mused

at your inner beauty

in between silence..

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garden

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?

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