exactly one year ago i wrote this piece. i thought it to be
too cheesy like the previous post. but what the heck, here's
another one for Christmas. Im stoned.



Song of a Winter Scent

hush, i think we are alone now
or is that a song playing

suffice is a smile
on the face of reverie
to alight from the day bound train
a winter scent she's searching for
in a rush of smoke
of a tryst 'tween farewell kisses and the snow

an asylum behind frosted panes
a wave will not do
relinquish now the moment here
and take this smile with you

hush, i think we are alone now
or is that a song of winter's scent
'cause for me; for now
this is heaven

hush, i think we are alone now
or is that a song playing



cheesy....

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who says i cant write cheesy poems?
here's one for jolly old Christmas day...


beatitude

it's with much joy that i profess
this love for thee
on this festive day to make merry.
it's with you,
that each day is akin to a gift
a sense of gaiety or relief,
so unravel then with eagerness
and mind not come what may
for the winter wind shall sweep thy sorrows away.
it's with clandestine that St Nicholas entered
and we are caught unaware
as akin to love with joy in tow.
it's this that they say about love
that it is a lighted flame in the fireplace,
a sense of warmth to the bitter chill of solitude.
so be unafraid to love
be unafraid to give
be unafraid of love as it is.

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a recollection of dawns & dusks: Two Years Of NS


the boatman wore a crooked smile
it's hazy now,
ferry me then to another life
oh how bitter sweet the evening scent
another, another has to be
ever lovely those still mornings
a year and another
the need, the need to leave.
so the boatman tilt his straw hat in mock salute
the haze begins to clear,
a journey almost done now.



2 years of life in the army. what can i say
it's almost coming to a closure now.
will there be longings when i eventually leave?
will there be sadness and regrets?
i can earnestly declare when i ORD
that i have matured once more
and turned much wiser.
ive always felt older than my so-called mortal age
now i feel nearly dead.

i do not respect nor eny those that went the path of specs/officers, etc
for in reality they lived the sheltered life.
they will be many, maybe all
that would hold this pompous statment with contempt
let them do so.
i dare not claim to be worldly wise at all
but i know of too many that if i was ever given a choice
i would thrust them head first onto the cold hard floor of reality.
plain sufferings and hardship do not naturally imbue people with maturity
then again, ignorance is indeed bliss.


there is much to say. but im in no mood to do so.
signing off. a deceivingly cozy camp in tuas.

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