" flower in winter
soon to wither
a life in stone
to see it in bloom
whither do we bemoan?
sleep well april showers,
if ever in winter december
the snow's beauty veiled by cold.
do not mind the unmoving white
tip it over, let it fall once more "
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Sunday, May 23, 2004
such a contemplation...
flower on the precipice
buildings disheartened, trow in the dismal
as fleeting steps nears its breath
my paltry flowers on the precipice
light up so a dimly lit
dingy walls with untimely clarity
for cinders wilt daintily into the starless
when then will it turn into darkness
now to whom shall i beseech
before the unstirred make to connive
sometimes, on the the way to finding your dreams,
you get lost and find a better one.
had been on EX on a naval ship. it wasn't that exciting or
anything but nonetheless it was a rare experience and at least
we got to set sail. i found myself slightly enthralled by the
endless blue at the edge of the world where you could barely
begin to fathom that which lies beyond it. it was quite a sight
to behold, but maybe it's just me. as usual. always thought that
many people fell into that category where they possess a romantic
notion of the world. perhaps i was wrong. it's not for me to judge
anyway. for me i do hold that romantic notion but at the same time,
friends have branded me as one of the most cynical person. i guess
im both. it's hard to imagine how or it might be that many other
people also believe in the same philosophy of life. then again,
it's not for me to judge too. perception is such a fickle thing.
the world is cold even as burning tangerine sets to free the sun
on the dawning sky. the dark of the night before swiped away readily
but still the frost of yesterday's stars remain. one of the more
beautiful scenes out at sea. unfortunately, i was shagged out after
a night without sleep but still it was a view i will regret not being
able to enjoy often in my life. my affection for writing seems to grow
deeper day by day. it sets me free from the excruciating pain when my
mind is stone and devoid of thoughts. and finally it feels as though
my dreams and thoughts have a more tangible form. even if it's only a
slight one.