One
Words weave emotions articulated by sound
And immortalized the moment in the
Picture Frame of the Heart forever
Two
Falling, I soar through time as a pilgrim
Flying, I scale mountains of imagination
Singing, A song of my soul in wanting
Laughing, a Masquerade we all are playing
Three
Quick, let us kiss before the morning breaks
Before the neap tide falls back to greet the day
Before the first dew ski down the blade of green
While shadowy cloud still dances on the pale moon¡¯s face

Quick, let us touch while the passion burns
And sanity takes but second place
Let us then breathe each other¡¯s breath
And exchange kisses again and again

Quick, shed the masks we wear by day
And see each other¡¯s naked wants
Let¡¯s not procrastinate what need be done
But face head on our primal want.

Quick, drown not the echoes from your heart
Or slow down the rising rhythm
Sing aloud your tune for the season
While we make love till eternity pass
Four
Hush¡­¡­and let the night come
Enfold me with her cold hand
Comfort me with your passionate Heart
One who cannot laugh when he is happy
Is one who have been hurt far too much


Five
The night dark cloak always welcomes me in her arm
While Insomnia echoes sweet song of sadness
The ink of emotions dances on these pages
Scribing the Melancholy rhythm of a insane mind
Six
Oh dankness hides not your beauty
For light only reveal what is ugly
Oh light please make me see
What darkness has deprived of me.
Seven
Darkness is my Mask
Sleep My Masquerade
Reality never existed
Dreams never cease
Fly away in your sleep
Get drunk in your imagination
Reality is but a shifting Shadow
And let morning be a distance future
Eight
Words not backed by actions are empty sound
Actions speaks volumes if done at the right time
Don¡¯t just say love and devalue the word
Show me and silent my complaints forever¡­¡­
Nine
They came every Monday while husbands plough through in-trays filled over the weekend¡¯s golf games
They never talked much; cause through the years, communication found new channels, language. A glance, a smile, a touch, a hug tells what words can never transcend
They sit like friends, enjoyed each others mutual supports, living respectable public lives of rich Tai Tai¡¯s high tea buffets and classy caf¨¦ chitchat.
But beyond this masquerade, the two hours weekly intercourse is of celestial magnitude for theirs is an affair of the hearts

YOUTH

My name is misunderstood
I have many faces
I live many lives
I¡¯ve seen many generations

I am your past, present, future
I am your fairy god that fulfill your dreams
I am your demon past that comes back to hunt you down
I am your only hope for tomorrow
I am your ways, your truths and your lies

By me politician rises or fall
Through me nations are built or torn
My ideas and creeds create civilization
My anger and fury destroy it

I have the power to resurrect fashions
I have the power to change taboos to norms
I have the means to set treads
I have the means to fight back

I am the despise, I am the beloved
I am the loud intellectual; I am the silent illiterate
I am your idols on films, I am your shame on the inter nets
I am your problem; I am your solution

I am the one that suffer the mistake of the forefathers
I am the one that makes right your wrong
I am your pieces in your game of politics
I am the one that say ¡°checkmate¡± in the end

I suffer hunger on the street of Somali
I sell my soul on the street of Siam
I shed my blood on the square of Tian An Men
I still bleed on the soil of Seoul

You can kill me a hundred times, but I will resurrect
You can try and silent me, but I have a million voices
You hide me, but I am not forgotten
You despise me, but my spirit stays proud

I will not walk the paths that is laid out for me
I will not fulfill others dreams
I will not conform to others ideals
I will not live out others fantasies

I am peace, I am loved, I am innocent
I bring joy, I bring hope, I bring life
I¡¯m creative, I¡¯m energetic, I¡¯m influential
I inspire, I dream and my name is youth

For the period in live when we are heard for who we are¡­

SUICIDE

Easy to end from where it all began,

Flick a blade let it plough through your veins,

Release is promised, but there will be pain.

A bottle of pills, let it bridge you across,

Slowly but surely, soon you¡¯ll be still..

Turn on the stove, breath in and breath hard,

Pretty in pink is how you¡¯ll depart.

If arts is your fancy, then try modern art.

Decorate your pavement, up the stairs is how you¡¯ll start.

If loud is your message, let actions speak louder,

Pull the trigger, and see the world stand and ponder.

If passions is why you choose to end,

Then lit yourself up, it¡¯ll surely break hearts.

The list can go on, and the ways many,

but why end it all, when you have barely start.

It takes guts to end life, greater guts to live it.





LIFE DENIED

Motionless, soulless body spread out on a silvery platter like a lamb on a dinner table.
Dazed by drugs that numb the flesh but not the soul.
Blank faces withholding emotions, empty eyes stare into blinding lights.
Cold flesh on cold metal, embodied pieces of shattered heart and dream long forgotten, forsaken and gone wrong.

Motionless, glittering silver lying dominant like a beast, waiting, prowling silently, nursing a hunger that can only be satisfy by the raw taste of red hot flesh virgin blood of an innocent embryo.
Faceless, nameless, a shame that people would rather bury, hide and kill behind closed doors.

Motionless; curled up in a peaceful sleep, with eyes that¡¯s yet to see, mouth that can¡¯t even speak.
Feeding off a womb that wished it dead.
Peaceful, innocent to the evil outside, who is waiting for the gate to open before it rushes in like a hungry lion into a Roman arena to tear the defenseless martyrs into pieces.

Motionless, looking down on the face of a child that remind him of his own.
Dressed in white, swore to save, yet now carrying out a verdict that seal the fate of a living, signed by a child, backed by a faceless government who will never know her name, her pain.

Broken, a young youthful body with it¡¯s dream. Pry open and taken by the cold steel jaws that prone deep within,, hunting hungrily for the unwanted offender that will soon be just a number; statistics in reports that nobody really care. A part of her die before the operation, part of her die during, and the rest of her continues to die thereafter.

Broken, red warm blood gushed as the silver jaws of death found the skull, and in one swift motion, sink it¡¯s teeth in, crushing bone, flesh and veins. Hungry, it open wide to take another bite from the floating remains of the faceless, nameless, embryo who was but now is no more.

Broken; the security of the womb intruded. Running, hiding from the monstrous claws that¡¯s here to rob away the right to life.
The first contact to the world beyond is one of death.
Screaming, kicking, none will ever hear, none will ever see, nobody remembers, nobody cares.

Broken, poise between being a healer and a killer.
Blood of a baby on my hands, a murder I help put in motion.
Scrubbing and washing, hope to wash away this memory, but will forever be hunted by innocent blood.
None will ever hear the tales of this great child, for he was never born.

For all those we have already killed, we are sorry.
For those we have yet to kill, we are sorry.
For those we are planning to kill, we are sorry.
God gave each of us a free will, we cannot steal it from others¡­









Beautiful child

You are not the result of some summer experiments of hot-blooded,
hormone-bubbling teenagers exploring the mystery of life,
exchanging body fluid behind close door or alley dark.
You are not the crystalline of lust that finds it¡¯s fulfillment in a battered and bruised body
picked off the street,
that is pure before the ugly blade sink into naked fleshed,
cutting and killing more than what the wound would yield, as you feed what your body exchanged.
You are not the mistake of pills forgotten,
pin-hole flaws in productions,
who disrupt five years plan timed to perfection and backed by a government.
Bastard, illegitimate, bore out of wedlock, all these you are not.
While we are feeding our needs, fulfilling our desires, nursing our lusts,
you were fighting for your right to live.
Fighting for life even before life begins.
One in an arena of million fighting with you emerging victorious,
while losers are flushed down the sewers.
Hand-crafted, fashioned to be unique by Him who knows your name,
you are special to Him.
You are beautifully made, handiwork of a master.
Reflection of Him who stretch the heaven and made the earth.
Who hangs the crescent moon, wake the crimson sun and call each stars by name.
You are His and His alone, you are His beautiful child.

WIFE

I do not know you, but I do hope I am all you want or dream of in a man.
I am searching for you among the people everyday,
And I hope you too are looking out for me.

Everyday, I pray for you, that the sun will warm your heart,
the passing rain refreshes your soul,
and with the passing of each day you will come nearer to fulfilling your destiny.

May the Lord¡¯s hand be ever gentle to mould you into His perfect vessel,
where you will be fill with His presence till over flowing.
Like an alabaster jar of perfume that linger on in the hearts of all who touches you.

I look forward to meeting you everyday,
Showering you with gifts of flowers, love verses and all things beautiful.
Hearts for hearts, love for love, Thread to each other forever and ever.


A DANGEROUS GIFT CALL KISS

A kiss is a dangerous gift,
To give and to receive,
For it takes so little to mean so much,
All enfold in that little peck on the cheek.
A kiss tells things that is beyond words,
Convey feeling that can¡¯t be seen or heard.
It shows affection, showers love, set ablaze passions and ask the same in return.
Can you match a kiss for a kiss, or love for love,
If not then steal not kisses from your love,
For though a kiss is all things wonderful,
It is most importantly meant for love.

WIFE

Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone.
How can I be complete without you.
I imagine you to be all a woman is meant to be.
Seamless in contour; crafted by a Master.
Often I sit sleepless at night wondering how our path would cross.
Will it be in a crowded mall, and a crowd of thousands,
You find it fit to walk up to me and in your ever so casual way ask me for the time.
At that moment, time just stands still, and the world around us stand breathless as I fumble to look at my watch and read you the date instead.
Will it be at the beach, where I retreat to get away from the buzzing city life, and while I sit silent, conjuring up every creative cell within me to pen down my scattered thoughts, only to see you skate by, redefining beauty , grace and all things wonderful.
There and then I am sure that thoughts about you will just flow and crystallizes as my pen dances on the pages and leave it¡¯s prints of love.
A million possible settings, a million possible outcome,
I pray for but one thing.
That in this world of trillions, we will not miss out each other, nor settle for less than you and I.
God made only one of me for just one of you.