Sunday, November 28, 2010

Parfum d'Amour


It rises like an ecclesiastical incense
From the uncorked bottle:
Intoxicating, overwhelming and
Infinitely

More imbuing than
The buds of roses in May.
For all their silent breaths
Trapped in crystal vials

They could find no
Voice that issued from their
Withered lips.
But this -

This speaks of the celestial
Bond; the sacrosanct union
Of souls.A frenzied orgy that
Hides itself within

The deep contours of
Our heart.
Preserved and repeated, only in
Rapturous sighs.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Terminator

From cy's ipod:



Well, figuratively speaking it's: I'm going to bash your head off. But yeah, this works too.



Heck, I don't like you. At all. 

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Of the Flame


Pale wood burns
An assiduous flame -
Yet so weak, so

Timid. In her flare of
Heat and light
Extinguishes, a part 

Of her. 
Soporific lulls of
Crackling sparks

Insinuate
Black-leaved flakes
Of yesterdays. 

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Heart Goethe



Johann Wolfgang von Goethe is undoubtedly, one who makes the wittiest remarks ever. In fact, he's so good at it I think he's even better than good old Shakespeare. (I still love you, though) He's also the author of the phenomenal, Faust and The Sorrows of Young Werther.

Anyway, a few of my favourites:

1. We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.

2. Know thyself? If I knew myself I would run away.

3. A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.

4. There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.

5. I laugh at my heart, and do its will.

6. One can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days.

7. If I love you, what business is it of yours?

8. One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

9. Beware of her fair hair, for she excels all women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again.

10. We are shaped and fashioned by what we love. 


P.S. P.N. I love you best though.

Penang Bridge Marathon


Umm, going for Penang Bridge Marathon tomorrow. 10 km run. Which is kind of like, from my house to Heng Ee High School.

Haven't been training as hard as I thought I would. But I promise I'll jog this evening. I think. Anyway, Barney did it without any training. And he won the race. 

Quotes from How I Met Your Mother:

Marshall: All that work I put in training for the marathon was a total waste.
Barney: Training for a marathon?
Marshall: What?
Barney: You don't train for a marathon, you just run it.
Robin: Barney, we're talking about 42 kilometers.
Barney: Here's how you run a marathon. Step 1: You start running. There is no step 2. 

He's adorable.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Hollow Men



We are the hollow men 
We are the stuffed men 
Leaning together 
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! 
Our dried voices, when 
We whisper together 
Are quiet and meaningless 
As wind in dry grass 
Or rats' feet over broken glass 
In our dry cellar 
Shape without form, shade without colour, 
Paralysed force, gesture without motion.


~ T.S. Elliot


P.S. Thanks. It was superb while it lasted. Will miss you loads and loads. 

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Happy Birthday, Armand



The trees may touch me once
And let me gleam into leaves
For all the incandescent love
I have in me.

Smear honey on me:
On my face, my mouth, my lids
To emolliate my
Feverish skin. 

I want the curd-pale moon
Along with her attendant stars
To pour us their light
Till we're dripping silver.



And I sometimes think that
With your bloody lips
We could paint the white lilies
A vibrant red.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Ode to Celeste


Of the inexorable,
Caddis-worms drown in their
Silk cases:

For all the
White Niagara pours
From her body

There is still
The effervescent bubbling
Of foam and...

Water. Rocks with fungal skin
Sat at the bottom
Silent and pending.