Can you Hear
the rushing river,
bubbling, gurgling,
flowing out;
lively to meet the sea?
Can you Breathe
The fresh morning air
sweeping, blowing
across the land;
passing through the trees?
Can you Feel
the rough, coarse dirt;
and know the weight it bears:
the lives and fate
of every man,
upon a thousand feet?
Perhaps you can Taste
the bittersweet tears;
of lovers and once-loved;
the tender memories
that they hold
as they part and meet.
Perhaps you can See
the unseen glow
of starlight in the moonlit sky;
reflections shimmering on the waters
softly, as they glisten.
But can you Hear,
the silent voices
crying out each day;
softly, silently; as the World speaks--
Do we listen?
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
27/1/08 Night
I posted alot today. I wonder why?
Perhaps its cause of inspiration?
Or because I'm just bored?
Whichever way, postings will be like this.
Random, whenever I feel like it.
PS: Klow keeps talking about me in his blog. Its making me nervous.
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O_O
Meep.
Perhaps its cause of inspiration?
Or because I'm just bored?
Whichever way, postings will be like this.
Random, whenever I feel like it.
PS: Klow keeps talking about me in his blog. Its making me nervous.
._.
._o
O_O
Meep.
Friendship
I hear her crying
once again;
yet what could I do
to ease her pain?
There was nothing, nothing
I could hope to do;
I know nothing, nothing
To say to you.
The Others hear,
and gather round.
Together they hug
without a sound;
To be there, be there
like rocks in the sea;
a silent supporter,
like the roots of a tree.
I have no words
I can hope to speak.
My mouth is dry,
My throat is weak;
I know no hugs,
I know no lies,
I know nothing, except
the sound of her cries;
Just there, just there
strong and true;
Just there, just there
Always for you.
once again;
yet what could I do
to ease her pain?
There was nothing, nothing
I could hope to do;
I know nothing, nothing
To say to you.
The Others hear,
and gather round.
Together they hug
without a sound;
To be there, be there
like rocks in the sea;
a silent supporter,
like the roots of a tree.
I have no words
I can hope to speak.
My mouth is dry,
My throat is weak;
I know no hugs,
I know no lies,
I know nothing, except
the sound of her cries;
Just there, just there
strong and true;
Just there, just there
Always for you.
Belief
Its not about your views,
Its about the strength of them.
Its not about ideas,
Its how you present them.
For character holds
the people's eyes;
Turns bad to good
and Truth from lies.
A strong fire burns,
A strong wave roars;
Both command respect
Despite their different cause.
Learn and respect
the little and the tall;
But remember, in the end
its your choice after all.
Note: Thanks XM :)
Its about the strength of them.
Its not about ideas,
Its how you present them.
For character holds
the people's eyes;
Turns bad to good
and Truth from lies.
A strong fire burns,
A strong wave roars;
Both command respect
Despite their different cause.
Learn and respect
the little and the tall;
But remember, in the end
its your choice after all.
Note: Thanks XM :)
27/1/08
Been considering deleting some poems (especially the previous one).
I'm not sure about alot of things right now
Somehow I think Siddhartha influenced me more than I thought it did. Mainly cause the book well...speaks to me? Alot of Siddhartha's thoughts and philosophies I've heard or thought of before.
Perhaps I should just subscribe to one philosophy, and follow it blindly?
Or should I pick and choose what I like?
Is it wrong to pick and choose what I like? Like Religon and Philosophy are some sort of mental buffet?
Meh. Sometimes I really wonder if attention is as cut-out as its meant to be.
I know knowledge isnt.
Wisdom too.
That's of course, assuming I have some level of knowledge and some level of wisdom.
Meh again.
I think I'll just think, emo and pray.
PS: Does anyone know how to make a simple shoutboard in here?
I'm not sure about alot of things right now
Somehow I think Siddhartha influenced me more than I thought it did. Mainly cause the book well...speaks to me? Alot of Siddhartha's thoughts and philosophies I've heard or thought of before.
Perhaps I should just subscribe to one philosophy, and follow it blindly?
Or should I pick and choose what I like?
Is it wrong to pick and choose what I like? Like Religon and Philosophy are some sort of mental buffet?
Meh. Sometimes I really wonder if attention is as cut-out as its meant to be.
I know knowledge isnt.
Wisdom too.
That's of course, assuming I have some level of knowledge and some level of wisdom.
Meh again.
I think I'll just think, emo and pray.
PS: Does anyone know how to make a simple shoutboard in here?
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Its so easy, to make things rhyme
without making any sense
for example "I'll like some lime,
my dog is very dense."
No one's impressed, with what you write
its rotten bait which no fish bites
One or two might seem to care
but then again, do they dare
Say to you their true thoughts
Speak to you even as we rot
away in life, pursuing our dreams
all empty promises which we deem
Not impossible, yet the world disagrees
For what now do i bother rhyming
I could continue, keep on trying
But theres no point. Nothing. No.
Its so easy, to make things rhyme
yet as they say, "is it worth the time?"
without making any sense
for example "I'll like some lime,
my dog is very dense."
No one's impressed, with what you write
its rotten bait which no fish bites
One or two might seem to care
but then again, do they dare
Say to you their true thoughts
Speak to you even as we rot
away in life, pursuing our dreams
all empty promises which we deem
Not impossible, yet the world disagrees
For what now do i bother rhyming
I could continue, keep on trying
But theres no point. Nothing. No.
Its so easy, to make things rhyme
yet as they say, "is it worth the time?"
Apart
My young nephew Blue
once saw my little clock;
"Uncle, Uncle!" did he cry
"What's this funny Spring do?"
"It doesn't click,
It doesn't tick;
What use is this Spring?
It just sits and whirls,
Twangs and twirls;
It doesn't do a thing!"
So I said, with a little doubt
"Why not we just take it out?"
And so we did, with utmost care
removed the Spring from its lair.
The Clock hands whirled,
The Gears turned on;
For a while it seemed
nothing went wrong.
When suddenly, there came
A mighty Pop!
the Gears ceased turning
and the Clock hands stopped;
We stared in amazement
and put the spring back;
soon the Clock was back on track.
"What a strange little Spring"
I said to me;
It does nothing--
for the eyes to see.
Yet deep down inside
where the Gears still spin;
it remains Apart, yet a Part
a Part of their kin.
once saw my little clock;
"Uncle, Uncle!" did he cry
"What's this funny Spring do?"
"It doesn't click,
It doesn't tick;
What use is this Spring?
It just sits and whirls,
Twangs and twirls;
It doesn't do a thing!"
So I said, with a little doubt
"Why not we just take it out?"
And so we did, with utmost care
removed the Spring from its lair.
The Clock hands whirled,
The Gears turned on;
For a while it seemed
nothing went wrong.
When suddenly, there came
A mighty Pop!
the Gears ceased turning
and the Clock hands stopped;
We stared in amazement
and put the spring back;
soon the Clock was back on track.
"What a strange little Spring"
I said to me;
It does nothing--
for the eyes to see.
Yet deep down inside
where the Gears still spin;
it remains Apart, yet a Part
a Part of their kin.