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Broken China
Sitting alone under the century-old Tamarind tree, meditating on anything that comes to mind that will ease the loneliness
inside.
Like a sordid drought of intellectual exercise that harms the mind, thoughts run like mad and strike a fire that
engulfs everything in its path. The shockwaves shook the nerves of everyone that happens to be around and brought shivers
to the weak spines when they saw the precious China crashing into the silver clouds. Broken in a hundred slivers, I weep for
the loss of my only link to the golden past.
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09/01/2003
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SoLiTuDe
I dReAm.
I wIsH.
I hOpE.
I gRiEvE.
I wEeP.
I aChe.
I hUrT DeEpLy.
My Being.
My Soul.
My Life.
In SoLiTude,
I am ME.
2sept2001
I-Witness
for centuries
i have seen history
ubfolds before my
weary
eyes...
i am a time-traveler
a restless spirit on the run!
i have walked the earth
as a noble warrior
and
a lucky survivor
in the endless drama of
human's pride and strife.
i am the lonely voyager
with a thousand stories
to tell,
the courageous mariner
braving the ancient gale.
i am the seeker of the Holy Grail,
the lonesome wanderer
who
defied the curse of father time.
for ages, i have seek the
treasures of happiness and wept.
i have failed
in my quest miserably
i am nothing but a forlorn ghost,
a sorry eyewitness to man's
never-ending follies
in his
elusive search
for that thing called
Greatness.
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Monday Blues
Its another Monday morning.
Here I am struggling
to get out of bed.
Another day but the feeling is still the same.
I am dead tired of living.
I am sick of
everything.
But I am not doing anything.
One day, all these will come to pass.
And I will be alive and kicking-
In hell or in heaven
c.09.13.01
Lunar Eclipse
The moonbeams from above
Colors your lovely face in silver
Lifting my spirits high
Your eyes sparkles
like diamonds
Washing my sins with your sacred tears.
Easing my tired soul’s untold sadness.
Golden moments
like these
In the darkest times of my life
Made my weary psyche sigh.
I am in a deep, deep trance
Unmindful
of my sorry existence
Lost in lucid dreams of pink paper flowers
And blue minted hearts floating in the crimson sky.
I
am nothing but a foolish dreamer
Consigned to suffer in oblivion in the
Dark recesses of my mind.
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11/19/2004
Light & Shadow
Walking alone in an alley
I ventured into a dark valley
My soul fumbled in twilight
and lost my way.
Then
I saw you
Standing in a corner
Flashing your
Satanic grin and
Mephistophelean eyes
I groped for my senses,
screamed
for my soul
as I tried to break off
from this idiotic
Beelzebub's quest.
Daylight
Proclaimed
my freedom
from
your wicked curse
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The Game
My eyes hurt. My head aches.
My senses numbed.
I feel weak and exhausted.
But I have to
be alert.
Or else I will end up- Dead.
Armed with a submachine gun.
I fired left and right.
Damn,
theres no stopping this addiction
To a game called-
Counter Strike.
#081801
The Truth Shall Set You Free In the autumn of discontent,
the
epoch of uncertainty
you bid your goodbye
to me.
Beneath the silence,
the newfound autonomy
lays the realization
of
ones own mortality.
We cast the first stone,
awed by the discovery
in the bosom of hell
still, God reigns
supreme.
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