Her silver tongue eloquently kissed me.
Her caress silent yet bold and outspoken.
In that picturesque moment
the proper reply should have been
A haunting and lingering kiss that divulged interest
but not the true nature of the intent.
but my reply was a candid kiss
that left my total surrender undisguised.
She was unaware of what she was truly demanding
But I gave it to her anyway.
TOTAL SURRENDER.
I would have wanted to make it a bit costlier for her
but I hadn't the patience nor the will nor desire for complications.
Whether I am an acquisition or an achievement I will leave that to her.
Not that I'm actually even suppose to care.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Seeing Her Again
Some line I wrote while waiting for her to arrive:
"She is a star's wish...
a dream's dream...
My hope's faith!
" Cupid's golden arrow pierced my heart,
the pain was sharp and building.
I dare not take it out
Though pleasure's pain it brings,
Because it plugs the hole where my soul slowly leaks out of."
She's here!
"She is a star's wish...
a dream's dream...
My hope's faith!
" Cupid's golden arrow pierced my heart,
the pain was sharp and building.
I dare not take it out
Though pleasure's pain it brings,
Because it plugs the hole where my soul slowly leaks out of."
She's here!
Face the Music
Some of the women in my life,actually most of them, have come and gone without even leaving any distinguishable footprints. Sadly they were like the passing melodies of song over the radio. I hear it over the radio while driving, and I love it so much I crank it up till my ear drums are almost gonna pop. I am so immersed into the song, I'm humming along, I'm tapping the steering wheel but when the song is over, IT'S OVER, gone like it never even existed. I can't really remember the song I was rocking to that morning, can't rememeber how it started. All I remember is that I felt good listening to some song over the radio. Exactly like that song over the radio, All I have, all I am left with is the echo of the feeling but not the girl.
But there is and possibly was a woman who stuck to me like a "Last Song Syndrome". Believe me the song is never over, well at least not until a new song comes along. But until then you're stuck with it. Lucky if its some nice classy song that you genuinely like.
However it can be a bit irritating for those who have no control over the music they hear in the cab on the way to work. Sometimes its the corniest and the poorest excuse for a song or music but you end up singing it anyway. Like magic, the verses and the chorus just come to you automatically."Like kong chi kong chi ne ne ne" It was everywhere during CNY.
But like a supernova, it lights up the whole sky but only for a moment. It never really does last and is quickly replaced by the next song we choose to listen to. Nothing more than a binge of some sort.
There is this one, possibly one song that epitomises everything that you were are and ever will be. The evergreens, your OST. No matter what happens it will always strum the special chords that you will always tune in to. Sometimes we find different people who can sing them but we still ulimately pick out our favorite versions. And we keep playing it to the point of exhaustion, we take a break but then eventually like a curse you'll find yourself back there AGAIN. Listening to those songs again.
Eventually that one comes along. ONe whose original version can never be topped by a remake. Song and Singer are inseperable as if the melody would only be heard if it escapes through those particular lips. The entire thing making a slave of your senses. It can be overwhelming. You feel like you could listen forever. The fat lady and her aria. The notes put you in a trance and you hope that the fat lady never stops singing...
*put cd player on automatic replay
But there is and possibly was a woman who stuck to me like a "Last Song Syndrome". Believe me the song is never over, well at least not until a new song comes along. But until then you're stuck with it. Lucky if its some nice classy song that you genuinely like.
However it can be a bit irritating for those who have no control over the music they hear in the cab on the way to work. Sometimes its the corniest and the poorest excuse for a song or music but you end up singing it anyway. Like magic, the verses and the chorus just come to you automatically."Like kong chi kong chi ne ne ne" It was everywhere during CNY.
But like a supernova, it lights up the whole sky but only for a moment. It never really does last and is quickly replaced by the next song we choose to listen to. Nothing more than a binge of some sort.
There is this one, possibly one song that epitomises everything that you were are and ever will be. The evergreens, your OST. No matter what happens it will always strum the special chords that you will always tune in to. Sometimes we find different people who can sing them but we still ulimately pick out our favorite versions. And we keep playing it to the point of exhaustion, we take a break but then eventually like a curse you'll find yourself back there AGAIN. Listening to those songs again.
Eventually that one comes along. ONe whose original version can never be topped by a remake. Song and Singer are inseperable as if the melody would only be heard if it escapes through those particular lips. The entire thing making a slave of your senses. It can be overwhelming. You feel like you could listen forever. The fat lady and her aria. The notes put you in a trance and you hope that the fat lady never stops singing...
*put cd player on automatic replay
Projection
The major thing that drives us in life is to build and protect the EGO,
Otherswise known as the self. In everyday life we encounter situations where we feel threatened or judged and so we resort to our defense mechanisms. Our walls to protect us. And as any man made thing there are so many varieties of walls. One of the most common wall, defense mechanisms, is a process we call "Projection". We condemn something that we ourselves do so that society will never suspect that we are guilty of it. Example, A gay person denouncing homosexuality.
I don't recall the exact even that made me think of projection bbut I do rememeber the circumstances. I was in a train and I saw this lady nd I made a very crude judgememnt of her but then again I realised that I did the same thing. I was looking at her in pity, judging from her conversation on the phone, she seemed so pre-occupied with fitting in. I know that collectivism has a place and purpose but I never believed that it should be the prime objective in anything. "Why try do ahrd to fit in when clearly you're born to stand out".
I made the silent condemnation in envy I guess. I was really no different from her.There are a lot of times when I just want to "fit-in". And I felt like a hippocrite.Often we fear the kind of public judegement that we ourselves are guilty of.
Maybe the only way to truly roam free and to live a life of our own is to simply learn how to stop judging others. Unless we cease to commit the very crime we fear then we will always be trapped, stuck, lost and confused as to why we just can't seem to live.
"Let he without sin be the first to cast the first stone!"
Otherswise known as the self. In everyday life we encounter situations where we feel threatened or judged and so we resort to our defense mechanisms. Our walls to protect us. And as any man made thing there are so many varieties of walls. One of the most common wall, defense mechanisms, is a process we call "Projection". We condemn something that we ourselves do so that society will never suspect that we are guilty of it. Example, A gay person denouncing homosexuality.
I don't recall the exact even that made me think of projection bbut I do rememeber the circumstances. I was in a train and I saw this lady nd I made a very crude judgememnt of her but then again I realised that I did the same thing. I was looking at her in pity, judging from her conversation on the phone, she seemed so pre-occupied with fitting in. I know that collectivism has a place and purpose but I never believed that it should be the prime objective in anything. "Why try do ahrd to fit in when clearly you're born to stand out".
I made the silent condemnation in envy I guess. I was really no different from her.There are a lot of times when I just want to "fit-in". And I felt like a hippocrite.Often we fear the kind of public judegement that we ourselves are guilty of.
Maybe the only way to truly roam free and to live a life of our own is to simply learn how to stop judging others. Unless we cease to commit the very crime we fear then we will always be trapped, stuck, lost and confused as to why we just can't seem to live.
"Let he without sin be the first to cast the first stone!"
Response to Love Letter.
I was accused of casting a love spell.
Here is my reply:
I have her eating out of my palm, she said.
I be the Charmer and she be the snake out of the basket.
Addictive she says...
They way I bring coffee to her at work in the moring.
The way I make love to her at night.
The way I slip love notes.
The way I express my feelings in poems.
A black magic woman possesing her she says.
Stop she says I would cause it is her request
But I do not know how.
What strange effect meeting her has had on me.
I cannot be anything else as I am now.
ONce the hunter now the hunted,
haunted by her.
I will do anything to see her smile like that.
That tempest smile that makes me get coffee
Those lips'signature curl that make me write
I find a reason to fall deeper in love
On every road I took to escape her.
Now you tell me who bewitched who!
I who must labor to conjure a smile form you
Or you who need not do anything but smile.
You tell me who is bewitched!
Here is my reply:
I have her eating out of my palm, she said.
I be the Charmer and she be the snake out of the basket.
Addictive she says...
They way I bring coffee to her at work in the moring.
The way I make love to her at night.
The way I slip love notes.
The way I express my feelings in poems.
A black magic woman possesing her she says.
Stop she says I would cause it is her request
But I do not know how.
What strange effect meeting her has had on me.
I cannot be anything else as I am now.
ONce the hunter now the hunted,
haunted by her.
I will do anything to see her smile like that.
That tempest smile that makes me get coffee
Those lips'signature curl that make me write
I find a reason to fall deeper in love
On every road I took to escape her.
Now you tell me who bewitched who!
I who must labor to conjure a smile form you
Or you who need not do anything but smile.
You tell me who is bewitched!
MATH
It's like Math
Eg1. 2 ( a + b ) = x
Q1a) DIFFERENCES ( YOU + I ) = Chemistry
Factor in the differences between you and I and you get Chemistry
Q1b) SIMILARITIES ( YOU + I ) = BONDS
Add the similarities between us and you create bonds.
Eg2. 1/ 2= .05
Q2) lov DISTANCE ers
When lovers are divided by distance it almost seems like niether of them makes sense
they are standing alone cause they're only half of the big picture.
Eg1. 2 ( a + b ) = x
Q1a) DIFFERENCES ( YOU + I ) = Chemistry
Factor in the differences between you and I and you get Chemistry
Q1b) SIMILARITIES ( YOU + I ) = BONDS
Add the similarities between us and you create bonds.
Eg2. 1/ 2= .05
Q2) lov DISTANCE ers
When lovers are divided by distance it almost seems like niether of them makes sense
they are standing alone cause they're only half of the big picture.
Breathing Exercise
INHALE . . . . .
my breathe like the retreating wave.
I take you in, each pulse gasps for a breath.
HOLD IT IN . . . . .
A lethargic drug filling-up my senses,
A slow seduction creeping in my veins.
EXHALE . . . . .
My breath drawn away from me,
The wave racing back to the shore
that I stole them from.
You are expelled from my system.
INHALE , HOLD IT IN , EXHALE
cycle upon cycle
I'm on a high.
love overdose
INHALE, HOLD IT IN, EXHALE
Your perfume is so addictive.
my breathe like the retreating wave.
I take you in, each pulse gasps for a breath.
HOLD IT IN . . . . .
A lethargic drug filling-up my senses,
A slow seduction creeping in my veins.
EXHALE . . . . .
My breath drawn away from me,
The wave racing back to the shore
that I stole them from.
You are expelled from my system.
INHALE , HOLD IT IN , EXHALE
cycle upon cycle
I'm on a high.
love overdose
INHALE, HOLD IT IN, EXHALE
Your perfume is so addictive.
Love Sound
It is quite liberaing
To scream a moan
To shout a grunt
To just let go without having to care
about the person on theother side
Of the paper-thin walls
Express to me your delight
As if I were deaf.
To scream a moan
To shout a grunt
To just let go without having to care
about the person on theother side
Of the paper-thin walls
Express to me your delight
As if I were deaf.
Two Together
I lay here with you,
Whole but completely dismantled.
Where do you start and I begin?
In bed as tangled souls.
We are strength and grace together.
Not one of each but two of both.
As one, together as might and mercy.
Whole but completely dismantled.
Where do you start and I begin?
In bed as tangled souls.
We are strength and grace together.
Not one of each but two of both.
As one, together as might and mercy.
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