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A humble Malaysian's poetry blog, with a bit of fluff here and there. Reflections on love, life, spirituality, the human psyche and yes, the dark rivers of the heart.

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about me

> malaysian
> catholic
> iban
> computer nerd
> ex-CSSUPMer
> male
> introvert
> slacker
> sophisticatedly uncomplicated
> romantically unromantic
> desperate for glory
> arsenal fan (help!)
> hard to impress
> still sane
> can be an ass
> drives like an ass
> devil's advocate
> tells it like it is
> sucker for pets


rendezvous

⊆ 1:30 AM by Pete | , . | ˜ 2 comments »



the birds, the waves, the little people in the distance,
the smells of the ocean, the sun, the ice-cream on your cheeks
the tingling on my fingers, as I dribble them away
the sensual curves of your lips, and the promises they carry
of brave adventures beyond the sea
the smells of which, ride upon the promises
of more vanilla, chocolate or strawberry
whatever fits the day.


Do not stand at my grave and weep

⊆ 9:11 PM by Pete | . | ˜ 1 comments »



Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the sweet uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

- By Anonymous


dirge

⊆ 10:57 PM by Pete | . | ˜ 0 comments »




Listen to the song of the dirge,
on his last string, the last rhythm
Listen to the echoes
of the valley of death,
and the rhythmic chorus
of your footfalls.

Lament not the spring flowers,
nor whispered winds of bright colors
With a flick of a hand, you feel no more
nor dream again
A candle once burned,
shall never be unburned.

Will suffering mark your path,
or will hope show the way?
Will you journey in despair,
or illuminate in enlightenment?
But may you always be remembered,
and may you always loved
May the veil be lifted,
and may you always be safe.


Despondency

⊆ 1:41 AM by Pete | . | ˜ 0 comments »




Embedded, lies a broken form
beneath a sea of despondency
Gone are his hopes for a better day,
nor a meagre crumb of sympathy
No hands to show the way
No light to set him free

Earned him what sin, to be seen
in this flatland of misery?
A daily scrape, an endless toil,
beneath the barrel of society
Desperate pleas on both his knees,
for trinkets we'll give for free

But upon whose shoulders,
are to blame?
For one so lost at sea?
For is it not, as the saying goes,
that Man shall earn his keep?
And shall we not, but let it be,
the pleas of one consigned
Beneath this sea of despondency
where no light shall set him free?


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