Black Hole

Black Hole poses
For an audience of none

She is no fool
We are one

Skids and bumps(Psalm 40)

Skids and bumps
High speed stumps
Gotta go slow over life's humps
Skids and bumps

Mud and Mire
Hopelessly dire
Lord set my feet firm
Somewhere higher

Feet of clay
Night from day
Walk with me Lord
My God I pray

Skids and bumps
Skids and bumps

Two Times Further Than a Mile

(The Cry of the Shy)

It’s not that I’m inarticulate or dumb
Or given to passivity
But just the very sight of you, I’m stumped
For words of plain simplicity

The journey from the soul to the lip, it seem
Is two times further than a mile
Oh the distance I'd go to find the words
To ignite a 1000 smiles

You’re gravely mistaken to believe I’m dull
I’m not the hyperactive sort
Thrill though some might, if for a while
Loud guys are full of warts

I’m not given to common expressions
I strum heartstrings for songs
I plead with you, be patient
Steer clear of those clanging gongs!

You’re always busy, or with someone
Should I intrude, I’ll stun
I’ll msn you an emoticon
Please know it isn’t just a front

Latte in hand, I lounge at Starbucks
Thinking all about you
Gazing wistfully into nothing, star struck
Alas, my words so few…

Of all the times when my words don’t come
They’re probably not worth listening
Some may speak much and try too hard
Cheap words marinated in Listerine

“Impossible is nothing?” You gotta be nuts
I am no fool, just shy
Mr. Addidas, since you’re so smart
Why don’t you give it a try?

It’s taken a while, a question to pose
…how ‘bout…you, me…err…date?
I know of good kaya toast
But they close by half past eight

How about it?


July 2006

Santa Do You Miss Me?

(Reindeer Politics)



24 August 2005
Mr Santa
North Pole

Dear Sir,

I've been loyal for way too long
I gave my all but you've done me wrong
Love is blind but now I see
Your blinding love was not meant for me

Why does that red nose fascinate you so?
I have my strengths too, but you wouldn't know
Rudolf behaves as silly as he looks
It is my informed assessment that he is a crook

Now that I've lost my pride of place
It's time I moved onto my next phase
Greener pasture beckons me
New home away from sub zero freeze

So here I am at latitude zero
A loyal housepet to my new hero
Dear 'ol Santa do you miss me?
Drop by, say hello, come visit our chimney.

Yours Sincerely
Dasher


P/s: Please send my regards to Dancer, Prancer, Vixon, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blixon. I forgive Rudolph.

PP/s: Actually there are no chimneys in this part of the world. Only balconies.


August 2005
For Dasher. Happy Birthday!

BLACK I PEE

What is this black patch I see
Could this really have come from me?
Each morn I wake only to fear
It's black I pee again, oh dear

It might be cancer, it could be stroke
It might be hypochondria of a mid-aged bloke
What is unmistakable and true
I ache when I pee, till I turn blue

My doctor says I'm in the pink
My teenage girl says I'm at the brink
My dear 'ol wife is mad as hell
At cleaning up my show and tell

Until I figure out just what's wrong
I'll have to stay all sane and strong
The next time when I take a leak
The color of which I'll try not to peek



July 2005
@MBK Bangkok
(You have to be deranged to shop here)

IF I DIDN'T HAVE TO CHOOSE

If I didn't have to choose
Your aching heart would never bleed
My wandering spirit would never go
To find the things I shouldn't seek

If I didn't have to choose
You might never need to cry
Pleasing You would be breeze
I would scarcely need to try

If I didn't have to choose
You need never stitch me up
My tattered shreds of broken dreams
This tapestry of hope I wrecked

If I didn't have to choose..

If I couldn''t choose at all...

.......I wouldn't have known what I would lose ....

.............I'd couldn't have known you'd catch my fall

Mar 05

humpty DUMBty

Humpty DumBty sat on the wall
Dumb thing to do, deserved the big fall
No sense bothering the kings horses and men
Don't ever pull such a dumb stunt again!

Whale of a Time

Jonah was in sort of divine disarray
Had a whale of a time, you might say...


When God rang his line, he dashed at first chime
All in double quick time

God took him fishing, and made him the bait
Jonah, the whale gladly ate

Deep in its belly, all smelly and grimy
Ol Jonah thought as he sat
"I was being silly, and I was a brat,
Now why did I do all that?"

God heard his cry, and out the whale spat
Ol Jonah the former spoilt brat

God brought him fishing, but this time He made
Jonah the fisher, not bait

He cast his net wide, for sinners and lost
To repent or consider the cost

Because Jonah heeded, the trouble receded
Now Nineveh's joy is exceeded

Herein the lesson, be quick to the chime
Don't have a whale of a time

April 2005

ENG.

It's sub-standard
No, it rox!

Can't be good
Oh it's gr8!

There's no flair
Dun b square!

C'mon y'all, try 2 b kool
Dat's how my frenz rite in moi skool

It feels like english but reads like greek
But kids lyk mi can read it kwik

It don't feel right, it's all too strange
It's from the mind of one deranged

Juz wot is wrng wif riting dis way?
since we all riting dis 4 play,
aniwae....

Will your english go down the tube?
Try as you might to be cute...

C'mon c'mon, I wun do bad
Be it science, eng. geog or math
I'm a wina, juz watch mi
U'll be happie, not sorrie

We'll C
Okie

lol

With lotsa help from onglye girl, bungkuang kid and tibun mama

AROMA HEAVEN

Each day after lunch at a quarter to 1
I make my way to the queue at the front

To pay my homage to barista number 2
While he makes my cuppa' and sway to the blues

He serves my choice in 3 minutes flat
Caramel macchiato or mocha frappe

4 dollar coffee is a pinch on the purse
If I don't have it, I'd feel alot worse

The pleasure I feel is worth 5 times more
It's my high point moment when my work is a bore

And when my day is at 6es and 7
I get my fix from Aroma Heaven

The whiff perks me up 7 times out of 8
Just coffee please, skip the cake on the plate

8 stamps get me one free on visit number 9
The loyalty program suits me just fine

Hey buddy, do you have change for a 10?
Thanks for the caffeine high my friend!

LAKE OF TEARS

I hoist my sails in the lake of tears
Set sail from west to east
To leave behind the shore of pain
To where I might find peace

I know not where, or what and how
But soon it will be the night
Whichever way my sails must bow
I steer with all my might

Alone along the shore she stands
She comes to bid me bye
The years of bitter tenderness
The memory makes me cry

The air so still the clouds so grey
My sails could not a-flutter
My troubled soul torments my mind
My head is in a clutter

The darkening sky turn night from day
A deathly silence screams
I try but cannot find my way
The other shore to glimpse

Should it be I sail alone in this deathly lake of tears?
Could there be a dearth of souls as tormented by their fears?

I've made my choice, it is to be
It's now all clear to me
I fought to break from pain's embrace
So now it is just me

As sure as night, the day might break
I'll sight that shore of peace
If only there's a kindred soul
Somewhere beyond the east

Feb 2005

PACK FOR ME AFTER I'M GONE

I've travelled much through all this life
It has become a sport
To pack as little, twice as quick
Till I have something short

But this one trip I'll make a change
I'll be away for long
The arrangement is a little strange
Please pack for me after I'm gone

I've drawn a list of all I need
Of all things near and dear
It won't take much to meet my plea
I'll make it very clear

Please check out the appendix
It's not at all eclectic
Just bits of stuff from every phase
Of happy moments and silly craze

And if you're planning for my sendoff gig
Some tips, may I suggest
Serve healthy snacks, play snappy tunes
Turn it into a fest

Of life well lived, of hope fulfilled
Left wanting nothing more
A celebration of shared joy
Blessings, this life, galore

And if there are tears that must flow
Let them be tears of joy
Sweet Jesus calls, a distant glow
Come home to me my boy

I'll pick an island in the sky
My dream abode for two
I'll make it pretty I will try
When our true love renew

Nov 2003

CLUTTER

(for Z)

Clutter..
Mutter...

Clutter......
...Stutter

Clutter.........
Lazy!

...Maybe..
...Crazy!

Clutter...........
Fretter!
Procrastinator!!

Clutter!!
Grumbler!!!
Irritator!!!!!

Clutter.
Better?
Are you happy?!

Clutter.
What the...??
It's so crappy.


Sep2004

MID LIFE CRISIS

Let us all take a pause...
...and consider, a moment, for our cause
The onset of menopause...
...and middle age hair loss
Not to mention, moles embossed...
...don't be cross...

So...what have we gained from all we lost??

Nov2004

MAN's BEST FRIEND

I'm not evil, I do nice
I'm no figment of your mind's devise
I'm polite, I never insist
My ideas are too agreeable to resist

I am cool, and you're no fool
You love the feel of my magnetic pull
I'm fun loving to be with
Rest assured, pleasure comes swift

I'm not malevolent, I am kind
I believe in the ties that bind
When you're alone, when you've been spurned
I'm there for you at every turn

I'm your partner in every plan
I'm never far when you need a hand
Together forever your dreams fulfill
I conceive the ill, you get the thrill

We've been together for rather long
I'm always there when you are wrong
I'm seldom known as man's best friend
Truly I am, right till time's end

It's strange how long you've known me now
We've never been formally introduced somehow
So "how do you do, how have you been?"
"It's been a pleasure, my name is Sin."

THE STROKE OF THE PEN

Why do you feed me all this swill?
Knowing it will get me ill
I know I love to eat and wallow
But the news of my illness is hard to swallow

You only care that I get fat
If I weigh less you will get mad
But I'm a pleaser, I'll make you thrill
On the butcher's scale, even though I'm ill

Is there a doctor in this house?
Why are you silent as a mouse?
The benefits here really stink
I'd form a union, if I could think

Will I make it, will I not?
Will my agony come to a stop?
If in my state I'm on your platter
Will it help you feast any better?

Feb2005

FOOL OF PASSION

(A poetic lowlife)

I am a fool of passion
Impulse is my friend
I am loyal to possessions
Pursuit has no end

I'm short on my deepest longing
I'm never content
At the cost of pain prolonging
I never relent

I am a fool of desire
I am ever in need
If you help me through my mire
I'll help to feed your greed

I accept that greed is good
The end defines the means
I'll gladly share one half my loot
Just please don't spill the beans

I am a fool of envy
I want the things you have
What gives me greatest pleasure
'to see you have none left

I am a fool of self
I'm not afraid to say
My being and I is all I delve
None else I do does pay


July 2004