three long hairs
first despises second
first loves third
third long hair
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three long hairs
second despises first
second loves third
first long hair
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three long hairs
third loves first
third loves second
second long hair
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fourth short hair
first despises second
first loves third
first loves fourth
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fourth short hair
second despises first
second loves third
second despises fourth
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fourth short hair
third loves first
third loves second
third likes fourth..
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we pecked away the dust
swiped it off our feet
a fallen leaf shed
no auld lang syne
a new bloom appears
facing everlasting..
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from karma to karma
babied in words and smile
we dance together
distant yet near..
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we have done
two cycles in a row
and still
the wheels of the watermill
churn in our hearts
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we have done
two cycles in a row
scooping up little spoonfuls
of sparkle
that waters our veins
.
we have done
two cycles in a row
and the cogwheels
kept churning
as we wake to the certainty
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of us without spills..
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how nice it is
to be able to sample the pleasures of
the unseen hand
forever comforting~
forever grappling us up
into the realm of forgiving
unto a life everlasting..
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what has become of my mind
when my heart is no longer at
home and comfort with you
has taken over my thoughts?
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what has become of my heart
when my mind is no longer at
home and thoughts of you
has taken over my comfort?
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god made us in his image and endowed us with two good legs so that
we could all stand on our own but there are perfectly normal people
living in our midst who chose to live like a paraplegic~ having two
good legs yet prefer to be crippled seeking out god day in and day
out wanting god to be their crutch in the minutest of decisions
they could easily hurdle through by themselves i sometimes wonder
if both legs should be done away with so that one has a better reason
why one should be spoonfed by god since the two good legs are of no
use because there are out there, genuine cases where god’s grace and
prop is truly needed~ where those in prosthesis seek god’s strength
to learn how to walk again with limbs that are tragically removed,
diseased or are simply not there since birth..
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man are like the little mahjong tiles scattered on god’s mahjong table.
on the four corners sat the leaders of each faith ~ shuffling, stacking,
aligning and configuring us as we lay prostrated, not knowing which
amongst the challengers is going to pick us up nor are we to know our
fate because when one challenger at a glance decides not to retain us in
his group, we would be dropped so fast~ disposed like a factory reject
onto that non partisan white square, our only consolation being that
one of the other three leaders will eventually picked us up to form a
group he so desires but, if so we were initially needed, then you and
I could be certain at that instance how that leader will always keep
watch over us throughout the game~ how he carefully rearranges us,
aligning us into neat stacks getting us ready for that one final show of
hand so, no worries gentlemen~ each time we ponder why some
people faith hop but still found hope and a brand new day like a little
block of mahjong tile as they got shuffled, stacked and pushed along
in their own little journey called faith!
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I have been accused of preaching utopianism (sigh!).. but aren’t every issue
we raise up and every thing we fight for pointing towards utopianism? When
we demonstrate for want of better laws and better governance, when we fight
against social rot and injustices and against environmental degradation/
wastage for the want of a cleaner, greener environment, when we fight for
better economic policies and elimination of corruption, for the want of civil
liberties, to reduce illiteracy and encourage organic farming, aren’t all these
actions taken for the sake of society leaning towards utopianism? Aren’t our
religious books a guide towards utopianism?
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Many women after breaking up with
their man replaces them with dogs.
It is as if man cannot measure up to
the barking dogs..
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autumn rose
the scorching from the heat
is meant to shed our browns
not wilt our passion..
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there is life
in static canvases
that words alone
could not crib
I paint you..
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with time
sad things will take care
of itself..
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I was at the beach the other day
I was taken in by the tide that remains
as how I loved some twenty years ago
skimming in and out from the horizon
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I was at the beach the other day
I was taken in by the breeze streaming
back and forth echoing the foreshore
as how I loved some twenty years ago
.
until I found a box of leftover pizza
until I found an outdated pair of jeans
until I found a doll with a missing arm
all soaked in brine, all washed ashore
.
I was at the beach the other day
I was taken in, then jolted out by the
cries of seagulls hovering above me
how the waves no longer act the same
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as how I loved some twenty years ago
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I was at the beach the other day
and I found some twenty yards away
covered in grime as it washes ashore
the dislocated arm of the doll I found
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and a dented torchlight that still lit up..
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god gave each and every couple a plot of land to till. some grew flowers
on it, others, fruits or vegetables. there are those who landscaped it,
and there are also others who mowed it into a field of grass. some prefer
towering trees, dragonflies and streams to line its contour and others, a
zen garden it became. in between, there are also those who kept on
trying yet just could not grow anything. as children, we are like the
garden our parents tend in their plot. along the way, many parents
succeeded but there too are others not endowed with the know how,
green fingers nor the skills of a promising planter. and so, no matter what
we became of, albeit a charming fairytale garden or a piece of barren land,
we should first and foremost be thankful that our parents were there for
us despite all odds. if we looked around, many a parent gave up, some
ended their lives because of marital and financial problems and as a
result, many children were abandoned, given away because they were
thought to be of burden to many an ambitious parent. we should be glad
that at the end of the day, despite it all, despite their hardship which might
affect our comfort, they did not abandon us. this we had to be grateful for.
and only god knows how hard they have tried to be a great parent..
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I think the greatest favor man can do for
this world is not to contemplate its ending
when God, like a land inspector arrives but
to get him nodding in approval when he sees
earth in its most beautiful, harmonious,
happiest and healthiest of state so much so
that he will grant us yet another 2000 years
of lease because all of us did a good job..
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man, their greatest challenge is relationship.
and because of relationship, discordance and
war emerge. when we are in a relationship,
whatever relationship it might be, we need to
respect, understand and treat each other well.
this is important above all else..
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contaminated earth
polluted sea
a pocket in the sky
whatever for?
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mother earth is dying
children are crying
no man is breathing
are you still smiling?
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snakes and man shares
one prehistoric language
you doubt it?
then explain to me how
eve listened to the serpent
to tempt adam..
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therapist
the rapist..
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as fire makes the ashes, the ashes should fertile the land.
for those armed with the refinements of god yet do not
heed to the basic call of the world is of no use. they are
but ashes fit to be blown away by the wind..
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struggling binds of chain
breaks within me
I knew of once when order
could have been right but
the opposing chaos by
without a care
and hence was I ushered
was I ushered
without a care
struggling for the want of
a red sedan reenactment
of days mistaken
and shards which I chose
to pelt under my feet
of days mistaken
breaks within me
without a care
I knew of once when order
could have been right but
without a care
was I ushered
away from my destiny..
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when we simplify
we carry lesser baggages
we have lesser needs
and we have lesser expectations
we can whistle
while others are growling..
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fiveloaf 
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