the road shines
like an eel washed ashore
the gleam
the shiny seduction
of ninety nine bands
composed like a taut
rubber
band.
a dragon breathes.

he breathes
the cold air ethereal
the sky evanescent
Lai! Kin leh, Ah Jon behind you!
he flicks
the stick shakes
steam and slippery eels
bring him back home

home is two lanes
lasers in squid ink
darkness.
two dragons breathe
asthmatic dragons.
Jennifer yells "Go!"

as they clamour
fast is slow
slow is fast
the dream is real
and reality is but
a dream.

A flash of light
two dragons
a mid flight ballet
of diamonds and blood.
the cold air
really sweet
I think we're home
Home sweet home.

Girls In Distress

On top of old smokey
All covered with snow
Lost my true lover
From courting too slow

Now, courting's a pleasure
But parting is grief
And a false hearted lover
Is worse than a thief

For a thief will just rob you
And take what you have
But a false hearted lover
Will lead you to the grave

And the grave will decay you
And turn you to dust
Not one boy in a hundred
A poor girl can trust

They'll hug you and kiss you
And tell you more lies
Than the crossties on a railroad
Or stars in the skies.

So, come all you young maidens
And listen to me
Never place your affections
In a green willow tree

For the leaves they will wither
And the roots they will die
Your lover will forsake you
And you'll never know why?

..... DragonFly......

Today I saw the dragon-fly
Come from the wells where she did lie
An inner impluse rent the veil
Of her old husk; from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sappire mail.
She dried his wings; like gauze they grew;
Through crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light she flew.

found in a toilet cubicle...fill in the blank yourself...

Some come here to sit and think,
Others come to shit and stink.
Blow me over, knock me dead,
______ comes here to eat and drink!

..... The Song Of The Jasmine Fairy

In heat of summer days
Wish sunshine all ablaze
Here, here are cool green bowers
Starry with Jasmine flowers
Sweet scented, like a dream
Of Fairyland they seem.

And when the long hot day
At length has worn away
And twilight deepens, till
The darkness comes..then, still
The glimmering Jasmine white
Gives fragrance to the night.

.....The Snow.....

The snow, in bitter cold
Fall all the night,
And we woke to see
The garden white.
And still the silvery flakes
Go whirling by.

White feathers fluttering
From a gray sky
Beyond the gate, soft feet
In silence go,
Beyond the frosted pane.
White shine the snow.

O christmas tree
O christmas tree
You stand in verdant beauty!
Your boughs are green in sunmmer's glow.
And do not fade in winter's snow.
O christmas tree
O christmas tree
You stand in verdant beauty!

The soft air sings
Of family lost.
Ah Kong’s smile
and the chestnuts
of your youth.
Did you follow
the wrong god
home?

Reeds of Knowledge

Let the sharp slices
Of this ink-mother
Shred
This craven pulp
O this tiresome bitch
Of many ages and pages
Lie convulated, emasculated
For my little pea-centered-cortex
Hath a perfunctory need
For your cigars of mediocrity.

Smoke! No Smoke!
Tell it to the man
The inflatable ah soh
The drunken cabbie
Who passes out on Xiao Ling

Do you suppose
They need this papyrus?
But I do.
It’s my robe.
The Singaporean Technicolor Robe.

Villagers all, this frosty tide,
Let your doors swing open wide
through wind may follow, and snow beside,
Yet, draw us in by your fire to bide,
Joy shall be yours in the morning!

Here we stand in the cold and the sleet,
Blowing fingers and stamping feet.
Come from far away you to greet
You by fire, and we in the street
Bidding you joy in the morning!

For eve one half of the night was gone,
Sudden a star has led us on
Rainning bliss and benison
Bliss tomorrow and more anon,
Joy for every morning!!

The Bridge Builders

An old man walking a lonesome road,
Came at the evening, cold and gray.
To a chasm vast and wide and deep.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The rolling stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side,
And bulit a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow traveler near,
"You are wasting your strength with building here,
Your journey will end with the passing day,
You never again will pass this way.
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build you this bridge at eventide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head,
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said.
"There followth after me today,
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
The chasm that was nought to me,
To the fair headed youth may a pitfall be.
He too must cross in the twilight dim...
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."

A Perfect Rose

Dressed in worn and faded, ragged clothes,
in her wilted hand are ruby rose.
She bears her precious treasure with such care,
that people pause to glance, and some to stare.
Was it stolen from the city park...
taken late at night when it was dark?
Surely, this old woman couldn't grow
such a rose at this, you all must know.
The woman makes her way across the street,
to the corner where the sad ones meet.
She stops and looks into the stranger's eyes
then with a smile, she gives the girl the prize.
The girl lights up as if she understands,
she cups the bright red
flower in both hands.
And God looks down and
smile because He knows
this ragged woman's
His Perfect rose.

Live Your Best Life

This is the call to the living,
To those who refuse to make peace with evil,
With the suffering and the waste of the world.
This is the call to the human, not the perfect,
To those who know their own prejudices,
Who have no intention of becoming prisoners of their own limitations!
This is a call to those who remember the dreams of their youth,
Who know what it means to share food and shelter,
The care of children and those who are troubled,
To reach beyond bariers of the past
Bringing people to communion.

This is the call to the never ending spirit
Of the common man, his essential decency and integrity,
His unending capacity to suffer and endure.
To face death and destruction and to rise again
And bulid from the ruins of life.
This is the greatest call of all
The call to a faith in people.

PASSION

Love acts like a radiant light,
illuminating whatever it touches,
Kindling the light in each heart
with its own.

The more you love,
the more you live with passion,
the more you give others pemissions
to do the same.

In this way
the gift of your passion gets passed on
from person to person,
from heart to heart,
over and over and over again.

Isn't this a miracle?

There will never be an end
to the effecct your love has
on the world.............

why she delete her post?

Originally posted by LazerLordz:

the road shines
like an eel washed ashore
the gleam
the shiny seduction
of ninety nine bands
composed like a taut
rubber
band.
a dragon breathes.

he breathes
the cold air ethereal
the sky evanescent
Lai! Kin leh, Ah Jon behind you!
he flicks
the stick shakes
steam and slippery eels
bring him back home

home is two lanes
lasers in squid ink
darkness.
two dragons breathe
asthmatic dragons.
Jennifer yells "Go!"

as they clamour
fast is slow
slow is fast
the dream is real
and reality is but
a dream.

A flash of light
two dragons
a mid flight ballet
of diamonds and blood.
the cold air
really sweet
I think we're home
Home sweet home.

How come you ended up here and not in Mad Pencil..? "

Rat race??

Don't make us laugh
It's you humans
Who're always in a haste

Ever seem a rat
in a bowler hat
rushing to catch a train?

Ever seen a rat
with a brief case
hurrying through the rain?

And isn't it a fact
that all that hurry-hurry
gives you humans heart attacks?

NO, my friend,
We rats relax.

Pass the cheese,
please.

..... For Valentine's day eve;

Time Of Roses

It was not in the winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the time of roses -
We plucked them as we pased!

That churlish season never frowned
On early lovers yet,
O no - the world was newly crowned
With flowers when first we met!

'Twas twilight, and I bade you go,
But still you held me fast,
It was the time of roses --
We plucked them as we passed!!

..... A Quoi Bon Dire .....

Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye,
And everybody thinks you are dead
But I.

So I as I grow stiff and cold
To this and that say Good-bye too;
And everybody sees that I am old
But you.

And are fine morning in a sunny lane
Some boy and girl will meet and kissed and swear
That nobody can love their way again
While over there
You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.

HAPPY VALENTINE"S DAY!!!

..... Sitting in the grass .....

Sitting in the grass
Under the stars
by the extinguished fire,
sitting there after the last trip
with a jug and a pail of water,
amazed at how long the wet logs
continue to sizzle,
mistaking a firefly in the grass
for a spark,
confusing, as i look up,
stars and fireflies,
thinking, though, about my mother,
looking at the brilliant pricks of light
in the dark sky,
at the dark shapes of trees, darker than the sky they stand up against,
thinking about how much i love
that which is no longer visible,
telling my mother out loud,
not loud, really, but very quietly
saying her name,
the personal name i had for her,
speaking it to the night sky
as our ancesters would
pray to those
who lit a path back
to the source.

..... Sorrow .....

In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all,
and it often comes with bitter pain.
Perfect relief is not possible,
except with time.
you cannot now believe that you will ever feel better.
But this is not true.
You are sure to happy again.
Knowing this,
truly believing it,
will make you less miserable now.
I have had enough experience to make this statement.

Abraham Lincoln

=)

everyone didn't put their referencing!

all fail!

*disappears*