Coffee & Tea

i sipped the coffee
with love, with sigh
no sweet without the bitter
underneath vanilla sky
i taste the bitter
therefore i know the sweet
but what is bitter?
if i know not the sweet
and with such i rather sipped
if they ever ask
a simple cup of tea

- inspired by a movie; it's obvious.

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Regret : Apathy Of My Youth

have i lost out in life because of my prevailing apathy?
i did not cared much about anything when i was in school
and even less now while serving ns.
im beginning to feel the consequences
it has always been there but it's finally sinking in.
so much that i could have done.
so much that i could have done for my future.

i was actually living the high life once.
and now it seems, i would live in its shadows for god knows
how long more. i dare not think about it.
but i did not feel anything for this life back then,
it was there and i just happen to pass by
then it was gone, and i did not follow
if only i did
if only i did.

i look at others living the life & dreams
that i once could have lived
at times, i felt anger that something so dear
was stolen from me
but the blame was mine alone
i had long since, as i recently told a friend,
uncreated this void or ghost of mine
like i said, i did not really care about anything
-- it has always been about the now
then again, the ghost of regrets likes to haunt
and it's on days like this that it re surfaces
and it's days like this i hate so much
too much time to dream
too much time for my mind to wonder

i need a smoke.

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A Dream Of Stars

what of the moon blind to my sleep
stay awhile, wont you please?
and set my dreams a sail
amongst the habour of stars in my wake.
a lark it is; ever faithful
a ship there was; truly missed
"dont shed a tear now
i promise i'll wait"

what of stars blind to its passing
as twilight skies sings its lullaby
i will find you again
amongst comfortless nights.
decry the moon that entwine the hearts
a forlorn soul needs not but a silent prayer
"to sleep a dream
with stars to guide"

what then of the mist, forgetting still
the moon and stars it conjures
a sweet languor, with pining yet abhor
a field of lights; left unsaid adore
my dreams asleep; awake
it steals with wantonness
"there is no farewell
till we meet again; a dream of stars"

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A Dream Of Stars (Part II)

what of stars blind to its passing
as twilight skies sings its lullaby
i will find you again
amongst comfortless nights.
decry the moon that entwine the hearts
a forlorn soul needs not but a silent prayer
"to sleep a dream
with stars to guide"

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A Dream Of Stars (Part I)

what of the moon that is blind to my sleep
stay awhile, wont you please?
and set my dreams a sail
amongst the habour of stars in my wake.
a lark it is; ever faithful
a ship there was; truly missed
"dont shed a tear now
i promise i'll wait"

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Friday, 120903

slipping; a life gone away
again he lays down a flower,
crying a tinge of grey
the night of another friday.
"god did not save him"
in memory and silent farewell
a life i once knew.

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ok, i finally got it done.
wanted to make it abit longer
but i confess, i got bored.




Friday, 290803

the young boy flees, with contrive
time and again, he returns in kind
a benign spirit, endowed with a smile
a journey almost done now

alas the evening sun,
living through the glass
all the town that flew past

alas the cold turning warm
with a sigh and another
all the dream worlds he rather

slipping; a life gone away
he lays down a flower,
crying a tinge of grey
the town's in slumber
a journey almost done now

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something is seriously pissing me off ...
but what the hell fuck izzit ??!!!
feel damn fucking dulan today!
god save the me !
wohoo !




Listening To :


Blind - Korn

This place inside my mind, a place I like to hide.
You don't know the chances. What if I should die?
A place inside my brain, another kind of pain.
You don't know the chances. I'm so blind!

Another means I find, to escape the pain inside.
You don't know the chances. What if I should die?
A place inside my brain, another kind of pain.
You don't know the chances. I'm so blind!

Deeper and deeper and deeper, as I journey to
Live a life that seems to be, a lost reality
That I can never find a way to reach.
My inner self - esteem is low.
How deep can I go in the ground that I lay,
If I don't find a way to see through the gray that clouds my mind.
It's time I looked to see what's between the lines.

I can see, I can see, I'm going blind...
I'm blind!

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just some crap. wohoo!

does real love exist?
love is just a feeling
it's a manifestation like anger, sadness and joy
and all these feelings can actually be influenced
or controlled by perception
so what is real love then?
a little something to think about... wohoo!

- my two cents worth of crapping after reading
some hilarious comments by certain sporeans in
a forum... on the subject of love, obviously.

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