PHOTOGRAPHS

he took a little photograph of you
while you were walking down the alley

all alone around half past ten.
there you lay, so peacefully in bed

while he stood half naked outside your window
thinking of making sweet love to you.

he took that pair of scissors
that was on your table for so many days

your clothes are gone,
he stole one of your velvet black underwear.

he framed up the photograph of you
and hung it in the middle of his empty living room

he cut your velvet black underwear
and used it for his plates and forks and spoons.

there he hid right inside your cupboard, waiting.
he is still waiting for you.

you see your house door ajar, your table light on.
there's a little photograph of you on the floor.

a pair of scissors from your table,
a torn black velvet underwear.

hush.

he's listening to your breathing
as your chest sank and rose.

tonight is your fateful beginning,
to your deepest secrets and fears.

you are his lamb.
he is not the wolf.

he holds a knife
and a big round stone.

your heart.

he'll steal from you.

MASKS

politicians use lies
to conceit the truth.

poets, writers use lies
to reveal the truth.

people, we chose to live
behind the mask

for we fear there'll be
no acceptance of whom

you, we really are.

people, we hope
for the day of freedom

when we can be independent
and free to be who

you, we really are.

sadly, regretably
society, it disregards us

people, we cannot be free
until the day

you, we free ourselves.

discard the mask,
for what lies beneath the flesh

is what really matters.

the burns, scars, scratches
are nothing more

than marks of societal cruelty.

open your mind and heart
to another level

in this universe.

for the world is expansive
some place, it belongs

to you and me.

where people,
we love each other as one

without the masks,
we love each other

as one.

RANDOM

i'm happy. haha.

ARE YOU TRYING HARD ENOUGH?

trying hard?

please try harder then, for there's no limit to how much effort you can put into the things you're striving for. for if you think you're giving alot, there's always someone out there giving even more.

thinking you're the best?

just stop this willful thought my friend. you may be the best right now, but someone out there is working even harder than you. you may be the best right now. a few more seconds. somebody else will overtake you without you knowing.

let you rest a moment?

heard of the story of the race between the rabbit and tortise. while you rest that single moment, the weaker one challenging you kept on moving. while you rest your tired soul under that big shady tree, the weaker one challenging you is moving on in the harsh burning sun, sweating off like a pig.

but when you open your eyes and take a look at the setting sun. you'll realise. yea it's too late. you'd lost the race.

when you'd stop in your steps, sadly the world's still revolving. somebody out there is still trying hard. and sadly, there is more than just one somebody out there, trying harder than you.

trying hard?

heh.

try harder.

HELP.

i'm lost.

can somebody show me the way?

thanks.

BUSYNESS.

you must have been wondering what's with the explicity of the smirking angel and the fallen maiden. in fact, you must be wondering what the fuck is going on in my head. (:

the need to relieve conformity. the need to feel different. these are the more probable reasons that fuel my attraction for life and death. the sense of vulnerability in this world; the lack of convictions in my belief that once tied me to the reins of reality.

the feel of being afloat, the uncomfortable thought of not resting my feet on the ground. i feel weird flying; i'm not used to it.

i'm contemplating on changing my ill habit of procrastination. what the hell, i know. recently, i've been addicted to the television magic. it's a wrongful act that i can't refrain commiting.

wake up my ideas, this phrase that i'd learnt from tracom. why am i so unproductive recently? i should get busy; really busy or i'm not gonna be okay for the rest of my life!

busyness.

yea,

it's my business.

YOU BELONG TO ME.

the saccharine taste of your blood
the warmth that keeps me alive
as you lay here quietly in my arms

your face pale like fresh pearls from sea
i held your hand in mine
our physical bodies moulded together as one

the beauty of tragedy as our souls interwined
in the sweetness of entanglement of our fates
you belong to me, you belong to me

your reluctance to submit to my love
your rejection upon my obsession on you
i fear for you my love

for the world no longer hold its place for you
you belong to me, you belong to me

in the dark where you seek solace
in the light where you tried to hide
from the harsh fact of pain and misery

look into your windows into your soul
through the mirror upon the pale blue sky

you life that flows in me
your soul that i saved from hell

the mark of your destiny
you belong to me, you belong to me.