Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The 26th of October

The sound of the day awakens me
with the notes of joy in the air
and the bright  sunlight unfolds the beauty
the stunning beauty of art I adore
His eyes reflects the leaping waters
His voice brings warm touch to my core
diffusing the frightening interaction of ribbons
currents of flaming reds and oranges
that hunt me in my dream last night
Everything seems to be alright
with a sight of him
with a knowledge of him next to me
channels calmness,overtakes darkness
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to the essence and eupnea of mine existence.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011


Second by second
Step by step
Heartbeat by heartbeat
I entered the door
And suddenly i was lost
In a world i haven't been before

Inch by inch
A smile from an unknown man
Turned into a warm smile
It welcomed me at the entrance
Of the Zetland Hall.

So unnbriddled were my feelings
And intensed was the turbulence
That set ablaze in my every nerves
Although it was three degrees that night.

I passed the table of ladies and gents
Drinking wines,laughing
Waiting for the others

I walked in silent feet
On the other side of the table

I never knew why my heart 
My stupid heart throbs odd that night
Making my feet froze in my shoes
Until I was invited to the light
And joined the ladies on the other table
The natural art of my essence flows normally
With every zip of white wine
Little by little i felt fine

Time creeps but even the word time itself,
I totally forgot 
As i indulged myself to the splendid,
gratifying conversations with Andrea
And with ever cordial and soft-spoken Julia
with a glass of wine...

And all my love burned
When in a glance I spotted him
Oh,but my all,the love of my life
Everything stopped except him smiling at me
And the rhapsodic song began to play

Introductions came but hey!
I forgot the names of some
After the roasting, melting hugs and kisses
From the love of my life

Hand in hand we entered the banquet hall
Oh! But heaven only knew the balls of  crystal bliss
Glistening at the tip of my brows.


Inside the antediluvian dining hall
Six crystal chandeliers hanging atop
The well-decorated table
And the pearls at the end of mine,
My observant glistening eyes
Sparkles at my precious Angel
Holding my hand and squeezing it twice
A reassuring gesture of love
That truly liquefies my uneasiness.

Cordiality floats around the hall
And the stained glass windows
Reflects the smiles and complaisance
Of everyone on that clubby night

The soup...
The turkey...
The dessert...
The wine that were served to me...
Nothing could taste terrific like them
When Stewart is smiling at me,
Beside me,holding me...
His touch is such a constant trance
How welded is my equipoise
When love was this enchanting?

I am breathing significant breath
Painting substantial photographs
Of valued moments within heavenly moments
At the banquet
With gentlemen
With new-found friends
And with the love of my life.

The Banquet III

After the sweet farewells we left
the darling-filled banquet hall
my Sweetheart tenderly guides me
as we walk slowly out of the entrance door.

The spots of bliss have all but remained
and I can feel them glowing,
radiating withing my heart

then my love suddenly turn around
and give me a kiss
I suddenly felt my golden aura swirl
and cast myself something
endless,simple to nudge me
I am not the only one

turning the fairy-tale
into reality.

My sweetheart's sweet tongue
paint celestial portraits of me
like that of a charming poet
expressing sweet words to his reverie.

Every inch of my nerves sends
tides of beatitude that caved in
underneath my very core.

Midnight come to pass
On our way home
I melt on his arms
and I waken the wonderful memories of the banquet
in my mind
with eyes close
while listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Tales of a Man with two Pussies

I. The Night Before the Operation

The dark clouds playing on the horizon
covering and revealing the moon
but not all of it.
It is amazing how they move
forming broken circus and and limits.
And although it was a catchy scene,
it never exist to the eyes of John
nor he felt the magnetic trance
like those who witnessed a sigh of such.
Such is the feeling of disturbance
that drowns his every glands.
Perchance his love for Charles and Magellan
is much much beyond the Subterranean.
The night before the surgical procedure,
John sits with discomposure
by the candle whose light almost burnt out
and cans of Calsberg he couldn't live without,
He confess his fears while he gulp his beer
abreast the two cats sitting on their rears.


Sitting at his desk thoughts very far
Staring out the window with the frame ajar
the daylight offered him reasons to smile
in a coarse, barbaric debonair style
Like the man who asked for his helping hand
A man with a mustache and from Pakistan
He tried to listen as the man speaks
But his words appeared to him like dynamite sticks
So he packed up his bag and returned home
Found comfort for his tired self in the bedroom
as minutes went past he couldn't sleep
then his nervousness spurts that he couldn't keep
Quarter to twelve the bells tolled
His heart slowly broke and silently howled
He took Charlie first to put him in the cage
the pussy was excited at first then insanely raged
Next he picked up Magellan and put him inside
Like Charlie his anger plus confusion collides
Exactly twelve o'clock appeared the SPCA
with the concerned Ms. Yuen, the super cat lady
They took the two cats to the vet and so
for hours that John spent his nervousness grew
He saunters alone in a sad somber  road
towards Wo Che wet market to buy some food
Since the sun still up, He trailed his way back
to the Jockey Club and bet his streak luck
He sauntered  again in a sad thoroughfare
back to Seven Eleven to have few cans of beer
And dawdle his buns back to his dwelling
Then wait for his wife and the cats and perfect timing
to plow and to plant and to harvest his crops
not to mention his FV fuels need some top ups
He did all he can to amuse his weary mind
But his mind seemed temporarily became colorblind
So he stripped off the plastics and took some candles
placed them in the holders,then lit and settled down
There was nothing he could do but to worry and wait
until they came home at night when the clock strikes eight.