I shiver on the floor.
Knowing my defenses are all worn out.
The rise of a cymbal.
The silence defeated by the battle roar.
A single gong resounding.
Igniting the fire in me again.
Visions of angels.
A spiritual awakening.
We fight our battles.
We don’t always win.
But we try.
Try because living is for a reason
and an extension to the rims of glory.
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Tagged poem, worship, poetry, singapore |
If I relinquish my freedom
Would you see me for who I am
Not the shell
But the naked vulnerable one.
Would you love me for who I am ?unashamed
And a vessel for love.
Would you hold me in your arms and never let me or this feeling go?
I miss your tenderness
Relinquishing my memories.
“Melt with me”
I melted into the shadows.
Into the wall.
Unto the bed.
Parts of me mixed in your ocean.
From a puddle,
To a river
to an endless flowing rain.
like a candle flickers.
In the darkness.
In the light.
To our sweetness
Into a thousand pieces
With that touch of a flame.
Image taken in Prague, Winter 2010 I really loved the way the show had fallen on this statue.
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Tagged melt, poem, prague, rumblings, singapore poet, sweet |
“Hazed there, been that.”
Slient night once again.
Dong goes the fog,
A frog of a lump in my throat.
Swiftly she kisses me and silence my thoughts.
Teary eyes I can’t think nor see no more.
Torn from existing for this moment.
No time to smell the roses,
As she rises to claim her throne.
Hail come the queen with her airy mystified bellow of smoke and bore.
Image via http://therochesterian.com/2013/07/22/4942/
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Tagged haze, haze be gone, leave now, rumblings, singapore, singapore poetry, sleep, smoke |
Give me a bite
A taste of that ecstasy
It’s so easy to want that
That juicy sweet taste
And that crisp crunch
begging to be a thing
Let that juicy sweetness melt
quench my thirst
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“And all that”
Sad eyes that want to swallow in your loveliness.
Soft lips that misses yours that tasted like velvet.
Fingers that lingered and scratched and held on tight.
Hair that went long or short and smelt like spring.
Skin like butter and smooth like silk.
My whispers..your baritone.
Echoes that bounced off our bodies and soul.
The heart that is tender and so easily broken and stolen.
Soul that sings a lullaby to the wearily and lost but cannot find peace once again found peace in you.
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Tagged poetry, remember, rumblings, singapore, sleep, words |
As sweet as one can be
And I don’t deserve it
I never once did.
You’re a dream
A vision cast from smoke and mirrors
Drawn out perfectly for me
And I’ll be a fool for not taking it.
You’re in blue
My favorite color
it reminds of my clear skies
And a fresh dip in an endless pool,
all I want is to get lost in.
You’re like a diamond
Simple till you shine
Non complicated and delicate
Yet hard and refine
I want your worth
I want to earn it.
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Tagged life, poetry, rumblings, singapore, sleep, words |