Angel of Death...

Rain dances around me and patters my face

As lightning flashes across the midnight sky.

The last thing I remember is of her warm embrace

As she hugged me and kissed goodbye.

I've told this story only once before,

It's about a girl I once loved and cared for.
Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't anymore,

I Just don't see how when she's at heaven's door.

You see, she had cancer but wouldn't say,

I guess she loved me too much to let me know.

Perhaps she didn't trust me enough anyway,

Thinking that I'd blow it off as some sympathy show.

Snow dances around me now and licks my face

As I am lost in the warmth of her grace.

I see her in a distance, yet as if looking through haze,

I sense her charming smile as if calling me from my daze

Blood stains the snow around me,

Suddenly, all at once, it's plain to see.

I remembered driving way too fast

And the next thing I remember was a huge blast.

So, it has come to this,

A life well lived and quickly spent.

Now, should I find eternal peace

Or shall I be damned to repent?

Either way, I know I'm due

To pay for my sins, it's true.

I have but one rue,

That I cannot spend my life with you.

Because of You...

Have you ever felt this way-

Seeing the girl of your dreams,

Wanting to talk to her, yet not knowing what to say?

Like a beckoning mirage with its promising gleams.

Have you ever felt so-

Like when you look at her late at night

You instantly know,

That being with her, everything will be alright.

It's like breathing air

For the first time in your life

And as you lose yourself in her stare,

You find yourself imagining that she's your wife.

How do you tell her she changed your life;

From the moment you met her here

All your troubles and all your strife

Seem so small, and that you hold her dear.

How do you let her know

That when she laughs, you see her glow;

That when you're with her, you let your true self show.

How do you tell her you won't ever let her go?

As cliche as it may be,

With you, I can be free;

With you, I am me.

But without you, I can't see.

Yes, I know how lame it sounds,

But you have no idea what she means to me.

For her, I'd run perilous grounds

To be by her side, for that's where I'd rather be.

So know that snow and rain won't wash away my pain

Should I ever lose you.

For you have taken away my hate and disdain,

And taught me how to love again, it's true.

For Her...

There's this girl I know,

She's the strongest girl I've met.

Often, she hides her pain, not letting it show

And faking a smile or two when she's actually sad.

She's been hurt and cut deep inside.

She pushed me away, thinking she can hide

Her bitter pain, her tearful sorrow;

Thinking her tear stains will fade come tomorrow.

Honestly, I know not her past

But I know her feeling.

For the memories I've hidden behind my cast

Will leave you reeling

I see the warmth she longs for,

I see the love she yearns but fears,

I see the strength she has in store,

I see it guiding her through her years.

Yet, as I say this, I can see

That she may not feel the same way about me.

Nonetheless, it is her that I adore

And I'll care for her forevermore...

For You...

Some nights when I'm all alone,

I wish you were here with me.

Honey, just hearing your voice on the phone,

Lets me know everything is as fine as can be.

If I could give you the world today,

Or climb over mountains just to hear you say,

"All I want is you, come what may";

Verily, even if the sun doesn't shine, you'll still be my ray.

Never will I regret loving you.

Even if the road gets rough,

You'll always be the one for me, it's true.

Oh, if I can make you laugh

Until you forget your pain or past, there's nothing I wouldn't do...

Hidden...

Seems like a few years ago,

Everything around me changed forever.

All I can remember was seeing you and just know,

You are all I'll need in my life, ever.

I have made mistakes along the way,

So let me just say,

How sorry I am to you,

I am also afraid of losing you too.

And let me just say as God is my witness above,

Never will I let you go or not feel my love...

WIth Love...

I have not said much

Nor will I say more.

For words can't describe as such,

Aunt Meng, the aunt I adore.

Where do I start, where do we start?

No words can describe, nor say,

The love she held in her heart

Or the emptiness felt today.

Lovable, fair, huggable and hungry

Are some words that come to mind.

But, mostly, I remember her vividly

By her joie de vivre and a soul so kind.

Rain shall mask my tears

And wash with it, fears.

Knowing a new angel is born above

And is watching over us with love...

Life's Nostalgia...

Not wanting to wake,

But still opening my eyes.

Greeting me were chirping, tweeting birds and a lake,

Greeting back were my yawns and sighs.

All around me, brown leaves are dancing

Their last waltz, tango; their last pirouette.

Alas, how cruel, fate and time are ever advancing,

Stopping abruptly when the number's up, like a game of roulette.

Now, as I look around, older and humble,

Consternation shall be mine companion and friend.

For it was this foolish boy who thought life was a rumble,

And if not for you, that would have been his thought to the very end.

Yes, you have shown me a side untold.

Who knew a love from a schoolboy could be so bold?

You took a world so blisteringly cold,

You made me happy and warm in your loving hold.

Now, I'm old and wrinkled;

Like aged paper, worn, torn and crinkled.

I look around from my old oak tree once more,

To the world I knew so well before,

Before closing my eyes forevermore...

My Words...

Take my hand,

I'll hold you tight.

Let's go to a distant land,

Everything'll be alright.

We'll walk by the beach

On a starry night.

We'll cuddle in each other's reach

While your beauty glows in the moon's innocent light.

Thank you, for loving me.

Before this I was afraid, you see.

Because of wounds, so deep,

I could barely sleep.

Now, you've come along

Like the sweet chorus to a cynical song.

You've brought a life, once forlorn,

From a man once dead, now reborn.

"Thank you" can never be words enough,

To describe my feelings for you though.

I know it may seem all too sudden and what not

For others to see us talking about tying the knot.

But I really can't picture my life,

Without you,

Without you as my wife

I really can't live, it's true.

So, I guess what I want to say is,

I love you,

And I never want to be without you.

Because, from now on, you're my only bliss.

Princess and the Toad...

Have you ever had a dream about your future,

About the perfect girl you'd ask to be your wife,

To raise a family and cuddle with on the furniture,

To grow old and live with the rest of your life?

There's this girl that I just met.

It's crazy but she makes me forget

The choking sadness I've hid all this time

And makes me wanna paint her beauty in every rhyme.

She doesn't think she's hot

Nor does she know the hook she's got

On my heart and I pray not,

That she leaves me to rot.

Her eyes sing to me a song

Of love, once denied.

Though it may be long

I hope, from our love, she won't hide.

We share a common goal

Of one day having our own shoal.

Boys in the backyard playing ball

She'll teach our daughter to bake and all.

She's shown me that God has his plans,

And while I ain't one of his bigger fans,

I'm so grateful he's shown me this road.

For, in this fairytale, she my princess and I'm the toad.

A Poem Of Dismay...

Rise, my fallen
Your vengence shall be gotten
For the vicissitudes of fate
Has crippled democracy on this date.

Voice your displeasure,
Vacate their premise,
Validate your anger at this censure
And we shall march on to their demise.

Come, my friends,
Come, my people,
Come, my countrymen, to the ends
And let's see their reign cripple.

From the shores we shall sing,
From the valleys we shall ring,
From the hills we shall bring,
Change to a country thus deserving.

Let not the vox populi be vanquished,
Let this betrayal be our votive for revolution,
To end the venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and
vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

Let not our suffering be in vain
Let not our strength wane,
Let not our passions tame
But, most importantly, let us not be oppressed like a lame.

A Family By The Sea...

I dream most nights

Of the northern lights

Shining upon our cabin by the shore

And thinking what more can I ask for.

I used to sketch everyday

What our life would be like in bloom of May.

But never once did I hear you say

Anything about a family or us in that way.

You knew you were dying

And even though you were trying,

As hard as you might to keep,

Seeing you so meek, just made me weep.

You used to smile at my little hints of our life

How I would one day make you my wife

About the three kids we'd have raised

Even about the Terrier we loved and praised.

Then you left so suddenly

I couldn't cry, I couldn't see.

Most importantly

Because you were everything to me.

Now, those photographs are tear stained reminders

Of a life that could have been.

If only God didn't have to seal his binders

On a lovely angel that I've seen.

Kids playing tag by the old oak tree

Our dog, Rover, lapping them happily.

I once dreamt of you and me,

With our family by the sea...

Move On...

Many poems have been written,

Many more have yet to see the light of day.

It's by your charm and grace I've been smitten,

More so now than I've ever yet to say.

Though the past have left its scars on us,

Let's leave it out of our verse.

And when I see your face,

I know I've found my place.

You can't fully trust,

And I wish to make us last.

We each have our blades of rust

But let's keep them in the past.

If I had a thousand songs to sing,

They'd be all about you and the joy you bring.

When you're not with me, it's harder to sing along

And it's harder for me to move on...

Change...

Some nights I close my eyes and I dream of you.

Though you’re no longer here, I miss you, I do.

Then I wake up and start to feel blue

Because the love we had…it just seemed so true.

Not a day goes by I don’t feel guilty

For straying on you, my love.

Though all I can do is curse God for this cruelty

That you are watching over me from up above.

Alas, I seek your forgiveness this time.

For I have but found a glimmer of the joy we once had.

I beg you free me from my bind and not see this as a crime.

Also, I pray you won’t be sad.

I still remember our little strolls in the park;

Of promises we made to each other.

I’ll cherish our kisses in the dark

 And someday soon, I pray we’ll be together.

For now, I think I’ve fallen for her.

In so many ways, she does remind me of you.

Perhaps now’s not the time to say either,

But this feeling sticks to me like glue.

Everything about her describes a saint.

Her caring nature,

Her loyal stature,

It all seems so quaint.

She makes me want to fill a thousand pages full of rhymes.

To be a poet of romantic lines,

To encase her beauty in time,

With words none too sublime.

She’s different in one way you won’t believe

She makes me want to change for the better and to strive.

Not in a way that would deceive

No, she makes me want to be the man that she deserves in life.

There's This Girl...

Ever since I met her,
Everything just seems so clear.
I'm not talking about love at first sight,
No I can't describe it, but it feels so right.

Nobody wants to feel like they're alone.
She makes me feel like my heart's not stone.
Maybe what I'm saying sounds darn cliché
But I'll still say it anyway.

She keeps running through my head,
And bringing my heart back from the dead.
Her face is always in my mind,
And everything she does is oh so kind.

Nobody wants to feel like they're alone.
She makes me feel like my heart's not stone.
Maybe what I'm saying sounds darn cliché
But I'll still say it anyway.

Everything about her gets me high
Sometimes I find myself asking why
Oh why do I feel so empty
Without her next to me

Then I close my eyes for a while
And it tells me all I need to know.
That our lives may be written in God's own file
But he doesn't know the you I know.

Sing Me A Different Tune.

Everytime, it's the same sickening argument - "Which country has no corruption?".

Seriously, I'll give you this, no country is without corruption, but does that mean it's normal for a country to be corrupted to its core?

Which country has no corruption may very well be your one and only argument, but shouldn't it be the goal instead of the excuse?

Why make corruption the norm and tell everyone who is striving for a change that corruption is everywhere and that that's the way it is. Why not make an effort to form a country without corruption?

Just because corruption is everywhere doesn't mean that the sorry state a certain country is in is justified. It just means its people have not known fair governance, transparent law enforcing, equality on all fronts and their basic human rights for all aforementioned needs.

So, sing me a different tune. You have had the same song playing on replay for the past half a century or so and frankly, I am sick and tired of all the badly written rhymes, disharmonious notes, meaningless lyrics and the blatant sticking to one formula like how singers who write their own songs tend to do.

Look to the east, look to the west, I don't see Singapore telling people that they have to have a certain skin colour to enter their ranks. I don't see England telling the world that the majority of their indigenous ethnicity gets special discounts on buying property or cars. I don't see France telling terrorists to go kidnap their own Frenchmen before they give a damn. I can look to India and see a Chinaman operating his own restaurant there. I look to China and I can see Muslims there living in peace with other Chinese. I look to America and I can see Latin Americans, African Americans, Chinese Americans, even Muslims there living together.

This is 2013. This is a time in our story and not his-story anymore. This is a time when even Barack Obama can be the American president for the second run in office. This is a time when technological advancement takes precedence over petty squabbles like who's brown, black, white, yellow or red. Aren't we all humans? Why should one person be worth so much more than another just because of a skin pigment they were born with?

The time has long passed when Hitler refused to shake hands with Jesse Owens because he was disgusted that an African American could win medals in Germany over their "superior" athletes in 1936. The time has long passed too when two African Americans were booed for raising their hands cladded in black gloves in 1968. Imagine the ignorance of people back then to boo wining athletes for speaking up for basic human rights that we take for granted today. That time has long passed.

It is time for a different tune, a happier song, a simpler rhyme and a more meaningful line.

Silence...

Rain visits on an empty day
As in a coffee shop I sat.
Outside, in a trench coat, she made her way
Along the avenue that rain made wet.

Everyday for the past decade or so,
She'll make her way to this little shop.
At ten thirty in the morning and go,
"Cappuccino please, nothing on top".

The room may have been packed to the door
But when she walks in,
Everyone else melts into the floor.
She's all I see from the chair that I'm in.

We talked once before,
I hope she didn't think I was a bore.
She has lovely brown eyes
And auburn hair that smells oh so nice.

I can tell you all about her actually
But I'd rather not.
You see, she had this fiancé
Who, on her birthday, pretended he forgot.

So, naturally, she got mad.
Started acting all moody and sad.
What she didn't know was that
Her fiancé had had the whole night of their 5 year anniversary set.

He was going to cook dinner for her this turn
Then take her up to their apartment roof to pop the question.
Only, she didn't return
His calls from work or the train station.

He went outside to look for her.
There sitting alone on the park bench across the road,
Draped in work attire,
Was his fiancée and her sadness showed.

This sight pricked his heart and he ran across
He probably should have checked the road first
Because now his headstone bears a cross.
But her broken heart probably feels the worst.

Though, I'll be honest with you, guardian angels do exist.
I know this because I'm watching over her everyday.
Though it's been over a decade now,
Her love for me still remains in every way.

I would love to hug her like I used to
Or even cook for her this turn.
Honey, my deal with God was so I could look after you.
But you could never know, in return.

Trust...

Ever found her incessant whining infuriating?

Perhaps a mannerism or two that gets under your skin?

Or did she just put on weight that you find disgusting?

Surely even all of the above can't be considered a sin,

I know I'm not one to talk,

But it's not always about fancy gifts or flowers.

Maybe when you're first dating and trying to prove you can walk the walk.

Otherwise, it's not the material things she wants but the meaningful hours.

It's the knowing that in your heart

There's a space for her when all else falls.

That you'll keep her safe and warm and offer her a tart,

And that you'll be behind all her calls.

Really though, it might just be me,

But I do love my lady with all my life.

Sure, we sometimes fight, but she does see

That someday, we will be man and wife.

It's not because of her body

Or because she has a well to do family.

Nor is it because of her beauty

Or the fact that she kisses me readily.

No! It's because of how easily it is to be myself around her,

How she accepts me for who I am and my past,

It's how she catches my every tear,

And that is why, dear, I plan to make it last.

What I see in you is not a blinding of lust,

No. I see in your eyes a future that says "happiness is a must".

So say goodbye to a past of dust and rust

For it is with our love that we'll forge a future of trust...

Why...

One day in any girl's life, she will find that one guy who'll be her everything and she'll then ask him - "Why me? You can have any girl you want in the world, why settle for me when there are many more beautiful girls out there"?

Guys, one day in your life, you'll be asked that very question. When you do get asked that question, think carefully before you answer...cause it might just cost you your happiness. But here's a hint though, never answer something you think she wants to hear.

I went down that road and, don't worry, I'll tell you my answer to her question...the day I tell my kids the story of how I met their mother=D

boredom...

being bored at work...actually very probable...