Poem composed on February 24, 2009
Mystery...
Might just be the masquerade of misery
If eventually... unfolded is the story
One might not enjoy the discovery
Still the nature of mystery provokes
Both to the soul and to the mind
That is why the inquisitive pokes
Can only be appreciated by the blind
Close your eyes and listen to your heart
For there you'll find the beginning of mystery
It is as complicated as an abstract art
Compiling itself into an autobiography
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
FAREWELL
Poetry composed on February 5, 2009
Two different streams diverge in a distributary
Two different streams diverge in a distributary
The point of no return where we leave separately
We each must continue with our own odyssey
To sail each of our own ship in two different seas
Perhaps one day we shall meet again
To each tell of our very different tale
What we've lost, what we've gained
Where we've succeeded, where we've failed
We were never meant as lovers
Some things are best when it’s over
We're better off as mere friends
Let’s keep our friendship with no end
Farewell…
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
SOULMATE
Poem composed on September 24, 2008
This poem is unfinished. A friend and I had a little chat on the concept of Soulmate in which she believed. I din't believe in it but after she revealed her story, I have to reconsider. The opening of this poem is Plato's concept on Soulmate and I was supposed to continue it with her story written in Chinese to preserve the Chinese style of loving which is similar that to any Taiwanese Drama serial - her fave past-time activity. I only manage to come up with eight stanza for the Chinese part so far because I don't have time to switch into the Chinese way of loving yet. Composing poem doesn't only involve words but picturing ourselves in the imaginary motion picture as well as going through every single re-enactment with feeling and I need more time for that. I am also supposed to write out the pinyin and translate the Chinese verse but still hasn't got the mood to do it. I have been trying to finish this poem, but due to time restriction it has been almost 2 months and it is still unfinished. I think I should just post it first
At the corner of the museum
Hides Plato’s symposium
Preserving Aristophanes’ dialogue
And thus starts this poem’s prologue
A very very long long time ago
There existed Hermaphrodite
Spherical beings with big appetite
In circular motion they come and go
A male and a female in combination
A single head with two faces
Four hands in constant action
Four legs rolling at speedy paces
They were remarkable in strength
Because of that they often ascended
Attacking the gods at full length
Causing the entire Heaven to be offended
God of all gods Zeus in particular was distressed
At the boundary they so outrageously trespassed
Coz’ he had already promised to never again use thunders
As he had done before on earth to eradicate all monsters
Zeus plotted another way to made his rage came true
Capturing and slicing each one of them into two
The excess skin was knotted at the center to form the navel
From then on, with only two legs they could travel
In chaos they ran about
Each half screaming aloud
Wandering in desperation, searching
For the other half that is missing
And when finally each other they found
They will immediately seek to be bound
In an eternal embrace delivered by fate
Thus so, they are reunited as ‘Soulmates’
In soulmate I never believed
Coz’ by destiny I’m often deceived
Forlorn I am hoping for ‘the one’
With such ideals I’m done
Till in walked a lady I befriended
Of much more relationship experience
She unfolded their story of inconvenience
And thus so the concept she defended
初次见他那潇洒之微笑
他那温柔笑容惟妙惟肖
感觉在怎么说也说不清
心里小声地说’一见钟情’
不知不觉已经到了黄昏
时间逼我们俩面对现实
就这样他身影渐渐消失
只留下一句话’有缘无分’
This poem is unfinished. A friend and I had a little chat on the concept of Soulmate in which she believed. I din't believe in it but after she revealed her story, I have to reconsider. The opening of this poem is Plato's concept on Soulmate and I was supposed to continue it with her story written in Chinese to preserve the Chinese style of loving which is similar that to any Taiwanese Drama serial - her fave past-time activity. I only manage to come up with eight stanza for the Chinese part so far because I don't have time to switch into the Chinese way of loving yet. Composing poem doesn't only involve words but picturing ourselves in the imaginary motion picture as well as going through every single re-enactment with feeling and I need more time for that. I am also supposed to write out the pinyin and translate the Chinese verse but still hasn't got the mood to do it. I have been trying to finish this poem, but due to time restriction it has been almost 2 months and it is still unfinished. I think I should just post it first
At the corner of the museum
Hides Plato’s symposium
Preserving Aristophanes’ dialogue
And thus starts this poem’s prologue
A very very long long time ago
There existed Hermaphrodite
Spherical beings with big appetite
In circular motion they come and go
A male and a female in combination
A single head with two faces
Four hands in constant action
Four legs rolling at speedy paces
They were remarkable in strength
Because of that they often ascended
Attacking the gods at full length
Causing the entire Heaven to be offended
God of all gods Zeus in particular was distressed
At the boundary they so outrageously trespassed
Coz’ he had already promised to never again use thunders
As he had done before on earth to eradicate all monsters
Zeus plotted another way to made his rage came true
Capturing and slicing each one of them into two
The excess skin was knotted at the center to form the navel
From then on, with only two legs they could travel
In chaos they ran about
Each half screaming aloud
Wandering in desperation, searching
For the other half that is missing
And when finally each other they found
They will immediately seek to be bound
In an eternal embrace delivered by fate
Thus so, they are reunited as ‘Soulmates’
In soulmate I never believed
Coz’ by destiny I’m often deceived
Forlorn I am hoping for ‘the one’
With such ideals I’m done
Till in walked a lady I befriended
Of much more relationship experience
She unfolded their story of inconvenience
And thus so the concept she defended
初次见他那潇洒之微笑
他那温柔笑容惟妙惟肖
感觉在怎么说也说不清
心里小声地说’一见钟情’
不知不觉已经到了黄昏
时间逼我们俩面对现实
就这样他身影渐渐消失
只留下一句话’有缘无分’
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
SHE… THE ONE WHOM I ENVY
Poem composed on November 5, 2008
It’s not her 2-3 carat diamond ring I envy
For my favorite Christian band is ‘Casting Crowns’
It’s neither her figure that fits into any gowns
Nor her birth full of grace and glory
It’s also not her perfectly planned life
The ‘out of college straight…
Into the bliss of marriage carriage’
Settling as a noble man’s wife
Nope, I do not envy all of that
For I have counted those things as a loss that
I may gain the true meaning of life
Though it has been presented in a constant strife
What I truly really sincerely envy
Is how she grew up in a faithful family
While my baptism, of my own desire
Had my parents enraged in fire
Praise and worship to the Lord
To her is a form of freedom and right
While I remember having to feel the Lord
Secretly in the darkness of the night
As everyone is given talents to oversee
Thus so hers was encouraged and discovered
While I am stuck in a position year after year
Which I clearly know is not my cup of tea
She graduated from a Christian university
That was the ultimate stab on my heart
I remember how badly I had hoped in every part
To be enrolled in Fuller Theological Seminary
Yet I know there is no point in this envy
For inside I still feel very empty
Everything in life is meant to be earned
And not just to be silently yearned
Thus so a simple prayer of patience
In a hope to fulfil the highest calling
Set forth with single minded obedience
The wheels of life keeps on turning
And no one has the right to the next breath
As much as the right to the next step
The thin line between life and death
Is in the hands of He who holds the map
This poetry is inspired by someone I envy, this girl, should I say young woman since she, though being younger than I am, is already married with two kids. Yes, this is probably one of the only I personally know lady in whom I envy, the rest are stars namely Angelina Jolie, Jessica Alba, Catherine Zeta Jones… to name a few. In short, she has everything. I do not envy the materialistic things that she possess, but I really envy the spiritual things she has that I do not have. By the end of the day however, the envy I have towards her becomes very useless for I must confess I have lotsa adventures being me. God created each of us unique and though I envy her, I wouldn’t want to be her. My mind alone is giving me so much adventure that I thank God I’m not bored with myself, that is a little thing that is really enough to sustain my being me. For what it is worth, though envy is still envy, I am quite proud to at least be envious of the right things, if I have to envy at all and in this case yes, I must bluntly confess, I do envy her.
It’s not her 2-3 carat diamond ring I envy
For my favorite Christian band is ‘Casting Crowns’
It’s neither her figure that fits into any gowns
Nor her birth full of grace and glory
It’s also not her perfectly planned life
The ‘out of college straight…
Into the bliss of marriage carriage’
Settling as a noble man’s wife
Nope, I do not envy all of that
For I have counted those things as a loss that
I may gain the true meaning of life
Though it has been presented in a constant strife
What I truly really sincerely envy
Is how she grew up in a faithful family
While my baptism, of my own desire
Had my parents enraged in fire
Praise and worship to the Lord
To her is a form of freedom and right
While I remember having to feel the Lord
Secretly in the darkness of the night
As everyone is given talents to oversee
Thus so hers was encouraged and discovered
While I am stuck in a position year after year
Which I clearly know is not my cup of tea
She graduated from a Christian university
That was the ultimate stab on my heart
I remember how badly I had hoped in every part
To be enrolled in Fuller Theological Seminary
Yet I know there is no point in this envy
For inside I still feel very empty
Everything in life is meant to be earned
And not just to be silently yearned
Thus so a simple prayer of patience
In a hope to fulfil the highest calling
Set forth with single minded obedience
The wheels of life keeps on turning
And no one has the right to the next breath
As much as the right to the next step
The thin line between life and death
Is in the hands of He who holds the map
This poetry is inspired by someone I envy, this girl, should I say young woman since she, though being younger than I am, is already married with two kids. Yes, this is probably one of the only I personally know lady in whom I envy, the rest are stars namely Angelina Jolie, Jessica Alba, Catherine Zeta Jones… to name a few. In short, she has everything. I do not envy the materialistic things that she possess, but I really envy the spiritual things she has that I do not have. By the end of the day however, the envy I have towards her becomes very useless for I must confess I have lotsa adventures being me. God created each of us unique and though I envy her, I wouldn’t want to be her. My mind alone is giving me so much adventure that I thank God I’m not bored with myself, that is a little thing that is really enough to sustain my being me. For what it is worth, though envy is still envy, I am quite proud to at least be envious of the right things, if I have to envy at all and in this case yes, I must bluntly confess, I do envy her.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
WHAT IF…
What if what you said became someone’s vision
What if God used your tongue to change lives
What if someone were waiting for a direction
A simple testimony is all it takes to change lives
What if he was going to do something bad
But did not coz he remembered your phrases
What if she was emotionally hurt and sad
But find tranquility recalling your Bible verses
What if your prayer became a solution
What if the Bible you gave got them out of desolation
What if you can make the difference
Would you then still keep your silence
You were once lost too, helpless and hopeless
And were then found by Grace into eternity
Would you then have the heart so ruthless
As to watch them walk into the abyss of misery
If He paid the price by crucifixion
For the sake of everyone’s salvation
Would you still be hiding behind a mask
Could mere words be too much to ask?
Every chance is an opportunity
To change someone’s eternity
Yet we forgone so many chances
When we could facilitate so many changes
So many reasons, so many treasons
Yet God is patient, yet He is lenient
Waiting till we find the conviction
To bring forth the good news of salvation
What if God used your tongue to change lives
What if someone were waiting for a direction
A simple testimony is all it takes to change lives
What if he was going to do something bad
But did not coz he remembered your phrases
What if she was emotionally hurt and sad
But find tranquility recalling your Bible verses
What if your prayer became a solution
What if the Bible you gave got them out of desolation
What if you can make the difference
Would you then still keep your silence
You were once lost too, helpless and hopeless
And were then found by Grace into eternity
Would you then have the heart so ruthless
As to watch them walk into the abyss of misery
If He paid the price by crucifixion
For the sake of everyone’s salvation
Would you still be hiding behind a mask
Could mere words be too much to ask?
Every chance is an opportunity
To change someone’s eternity
Yet we forgone so many chances
When we could facilitate so many changes
So many reasons, so many treasons
Yet God is patient, yet He is lenient
Waiting till we find the conviction
To bring forth the good news of salvation
Friday, October 10, 2008
SILENT SCREAM OF THE SOUL
Poem composed on October 10, 2008
Help me, someone please help me
Teach me how to stop denying
Show me how to stop lying
Torment me no longer, spare me
About how to like him I’m oblivious
When it is just so very obvious
That he is running in my mind
All day long I’m tied to a bind
I long to be free and try to get over
Yet each time I encounter fear
His name is the only one I remember
His blurring shadow is the only thing I hold dear
My soul is screaming in silence
Unable to eradicate this pestilence
By definition he is a stranger
By emotion I want him as a lover
I really do loathe his evil vices
Yet I can’t resist his advances
I have to stop communication
That is the only solution
Help me, someone please help me
Teach me how to stop denying
Show me how to stop lying
Torment me no longer, spare me
About how to like him I’m oblivious
When it is just so very obvious
That he is running in my mind
All day long I’m tied to a bind
I long to be free and try to get over
Yet each time I encounter fear
His name is the only one I remember
His blurring shadow is the only thing I hold dear
My soul is screaming in silence
Unable to eradicate this pestilence
By definition he is a stranger
By emotion I want him as a lover
I really do loathe his evil vices
Yet I can’t resist his advances
I have to stop communication
That is the only solution
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
LINGERING LIMERENCE
Poem composed on September 30, 2008
[Exactly one month after my birthday!]
It has been a fortnight since your disappearance
Contradictorily, never have you made an appearance
Besides, quite far away is our current place of residence
Yet I must confess, I am in a state of lingering limerence
From Professor Dorothy Tennov I draw reference
Author of a book entitled 'Love and Limerance'
It has only been a century since her theory's emergence
Yet the concept captured my inner state's essence
Thus so reveals the much researched psychological science;
Limerence is an involuntary cognitive and emotional indulgence
A feeling of intense romantic desire towards a person's presence
As compared to infatuation it lasts longer in terms of endurance
The unexplainable chemistry accounts for the main substance
Consequentially leading to sensitivity to any external amorous ambience
Adopting continuous intrusive thinking as the form of respondence
Longing is made acute with reciprocation as the reaction in preference
Both like and loathe are combined in an inharmonious ambivalence
Uncertainty and anxiety are found equal on the emotional scale of balance
Intense joy and extreme despair are harbored as the cognitive dissonance
Ironically, though miserable, I as the victim still desire a delayed desinence
It is undeniable that you are a person of tremendous significance
Definitely I have enjoyed our intellectual means of correspondence
Equipped with wisdom and vision you are a source of reliable guidance
In which I hope those qualities to me would be granted a transference
As much as I yearn a rendezvous however, I fear that upon our conference
Either one of us might display signs indicating attraction discordance
Upon which either one of us would crumple into a condition of despondence
As many 'strangers' in similar situations have testified to the exact experience
Thus so destiny has imposed upon us an edict to refrain from emotional dependence
This, at least to me won’t be easy, almost equivalent to that of a condescendence
Apathy shall make an entrance and settle in as time nurture it with distance
Meanwhile this LINGERING LIMERENCE in my heart will still shine in radiance
What made the heart grow fonder?
An absence in accordance that longs for a presence in patience...
[Exactly one month after my birthday!]
It has been a fortnight since your disappearance
Contradictorily, never have you made an appearance
Besides, quite far away is our current place of residence
Yet I must confess, I am in a state of lingering limerence
From Professor Dorothy Tennov I draw reference
Author of a book entitled 'Love and Limerance'
It has only been a century since her theory's emergence
Yet the concept captured my inner state's essence
Thus so reveals the much researched psychological science;
Limerence is an involuntary cognitive and emotional indulgence
A feeling of intense romantic desire towards a person's presence
As compared to infatuation it lasts longer in terms of endurance
The unexplainable chemistry accounts for the main substance
Consequentially leading to sensitivity to any external amorous ambience
Adopting continuous intrusive thinking as the form of respondence
Longing is made acute with reciprocation as the reaction in preference
Both like and loathe are combined in an inharmonious ambivalence
Uncertainty and anxiety are found equal on the emotional scale of balance
Intense joy and extreme despair are harbored as the cognitive dissonance
Ironically, though miserable, I as the victim still desire a delayed desinence
It is undeniable that you are a person of tremendous significance
Definitely I have enjoyed our intellectual means of correspondence
Equipped with wisdom and vision you are a source of reliable guidance
In which I hope those qualities to me would be granted a transference
As much as I yearn a rendezvous however, I fear that upon our conference
Either one of us might display signs indicating attraction discordance
Upon which either one of us would crumple into a condition of despondence
As many 'strangers' in similar situations have testified to the exact experience
Thus so destiny has imposed upon us an edict to refrain from emotional dependence
This, at least to me won’t be easy, almost equivalent to that of a condescendence
Apathy shall make an entrance and settle in as time nurture it with distance
Meanwhile this LINGERING LIMERENCE in my heart will still shine in radiance
What made the heart grow fonder?
An absence in accordance that longs for a presence in patience...
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