Long Neck Turtle

Speaking of Mutant Ninja Turtles, this is the first time I see a long neck turtle. The way they hide their neck is rather grotesque because they kind of coil it up sideways against the inner shell. i can't describe. Even the way it was prancing around the tank left and right, there was something eerily evil about it. Ewww, not a pretty sight.

Bullfrog Farm

It's good to get away from the city to visit the farms around Lim Chu Kang for a while. Stephanie, the daughter from the Hay family brought me to the bullfrogs farm today. It was quite a frightening sight to see so many frogs congregated in one squarish well just waiting to be caught and tied in bags to be sent to the buyers. I'm not too sure why these 3 frogs are separated from the rest of the bunch, but I suspect they're there to rest or look after the tapoles or something, cos' in this particular well, there're tadpoles swimming around.


The bottom half of this enclosure, which u can't see from the pic, has a mini drain filled with water where bullfrogs pile one on top of another, lying motionless, their eyes just staring at the world. Because they blend into the water, all I could see were heads and eyes. It's such a Fear Factor in the making. Imagine swimming with them~! Eww, not that they bite, but the thought of being immersed in water with these creatures is just unbearable.

They are easily startled by any movement, presumably because they knew it didn't present positive prospects. I was naughty and wanted to test the frogs, so I pretended to reach in and that sparked off a movement - suddenly every frog was moving at the same time. The way they move is hilarious because they can't hop - the tiles are way to slippery for them to get a good leap - so what they do is to slide, hobble, slide. They will use their hind legs to push themselves in what would have been a leap, except they will slip and end up sliding in the direction they wanted to go. Some will frantically try to climb on top of another. I had a good laugh at them, although inside, I feel there's something quite sad about their lives. To be bred in captivity and then slaughtered and eaten. I mean, well they are meant to be eaten I suppose, but still, it's just a very depressing thought when I place myself in their position.

Like many of the other farms around, this one also caters to educational tours, so there are some tanks that separated the frog's life into stages, from tadpole with tail, to tadpole with tail and legs and finally to little frogs. It's somewhat gross to see tadpoles with long tails and small hind legs, they look mutated. The head is not properly formed and it's just a very alien sight. Reminds me of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Don't ask me why. The fully developed tadpoles, which are frogs, are so tiny and agile, I wonder how they grew so fat and heavy. Most of the adult frogs I saw in the square wells are so fat, they can hardly move.

Stephanie said the slaughtering of these frogs are a cruel sight, but that hasn't stopped her from eating frog's legs, cos' they are just too delicious. I haven't witnessed it yet, I don't think I'd be able to take it though. If I see any form of killing, that's probably going to stop me from eating, which is going to rob me of one of my favourite pleasures of life.

习惯

习惯

等，期待

习惯

想你，无条件

习惯

思念，怀念

习惯

做梦，未来

习惯

每晚入睡前与你通电话

那晚等到睡着了。。。

Pointing fingers

I read a forum letter in The Sunday Times today and almost choked on my coco pops drowned in goat's milk. Someone wrote in to complain about offensive t-shirts young people are donning with nonchalence and that it should be an infringement of the Public Entertainment and Meetings Act. The person mentioned that one of the t-shirts read "I am surrounded by idoits" and the other had a middle finger graphically displayed.

The first thing that came to mind was, since when has wearing clothes become a form of public entertainment? And second, we can't even wear what we want without applying for a license?

*chuckles*

Talk about freedom of expression, isn't what we wear part of expressing who we are?
Not forgetting that one of the clauses in Article 14: Freedom of Speech, Assembly and Association states that every citizen of Singapore has the right to freedom of speech and expression.


But of course there would be calls for restrictions as it considers necessary or expedient in the interest of the security of Singapore or any part thereof, friendly relations with other countries, public order or morality and restrictions designed to protect the privileges of the Parliament or to provide against contempt of court, defamation or incitement to any offence.

I, for one, don't think wearing offensive t-shirts has jeapardised the interest of Singapore's security, nor threaten friendly relations with other countries. It hasn't incited people into any riots nor make any libelous references to specific individuals or corporations to make for a contempt of court or defamation case.

So where is the problem?

Now 2 things I'd like to throw back at the writer.

One: What constitutes offensive t-shirts?

We all know it's rude to point the middle finger at anyone, so ok, perhaps a t-shirt that has the middle finger prominently displayed is offensive and visually disturbing. What about playful slogans on t-shirts? Stuff like "Men Suck" or those infamous FCUK t-shirts?


Two: What is the Public Entertainment and Meetings Act?
According to the Singapore statutes, it says the prohibition lies in:

No public entertainment shall be provided except —

(a) in an approved place; and

(b) in accordance with a licence issued by the Licensing Officer

Providing entertainment without a license is punishable by a fine of not more than S$10, 000. "Arts entertainment" includes any "exhibition of models, reading matter, pictures, photogrpahs or of statuary or other forms of representation of human or animal figures".


Ok, so there is the possibility that these innocent young people may have infringed the Act but I doubt that an average reasonable Singaporean would agree that such t-shirts are public nuisance. In fact, I don't even think most people take it to heart what is printed on t-shirts. But of course I could be wrong.


Still I wonder if it was so difficult for the writer to have just turned away or avoided direct eye contact. Was the damage done to the hilt it left such a deep and lasting wound?

I marvel at the kinds of issues that bother fellow locals so much it actually provoked them enough to draft a letter to the ST Forum. Which reinforces what John Hay said about spoilt and pampered Singaporeans. About how someone wrote in to complain because his soap dispenser had run out of soap, which of course sent the health authorities down, who later decided that the hygiene levels for a farm are already very well-maintained there's no need to penalise them for a one-off incident. I mean how often do we actually look into ourselves and see what we can do to adapt to the environment, rather than expect everything to be done to our pleasure?

If we go to a farm, we jolly well brace ourselves for some place that is old-school, dirty and if we care about hygiene, bring wet tissues or hand gels.

If we don't like a service at a restaurant, think about how we behaved as diners. Had we been polite? Did we say our "pleases" and "thank yous"or did we breeze in like a diva and summoned the waiter like he or she is our personal butler?

It's always much easier to point fingers at other people, blaming them for our inconveniences or downfalls, but more often than not, we fail to realise our role in the scene.

Instead of complaining at small matters like naughty t-shirts worn by less than 1% of the population, why not direct that constructive criticism inwards and make ourselves more gracious and tolerant?

Travel bits

When I visit a new website, there is one section I will always go in for a browse.

Travel.

I particularly like the layout of the IHT which makes reading anything such a breeze. I'm not a fan of NY Times because I don't like reading in Times New Roman font, which really is such a superficial preference, but oh well, since online news portals are supposed to boast all that customisation and reader empowerment capabilities, I have a choice. And my choice is to check out another website. Now Washington Post uses Georgia, which happens to be quite a pleasing font to read so I've subscribed to email updates from them.

Now my only gripe is most places visited or talked about in these articles just seemed so far off and out of context. I end up reading for the vivid descriptions, which is useful when I set the locations for my stories. Otherwise if you ask me, the information does not add value to me. Which is why I think we need an asian news portal the equivalent of The NY Times or IHT. This news portal can be based on a certain country, the way NY Times is based in the US, and then from there, kickstart news from other Asian regions while at the same time maintaining ample coverage of news in the Middle East, Americas, Africa and Europe.

Now comes my bright idea, which happens to be my favourite part of this whole entry.

Travel.

Now the travel section can be about places within the Asian region. I do not believe that Asia is no match in terms of navigable places of interests. Look at China alone, I have no doubt you'll never run out of places to visit. And India, which, personally is a land I would like to visit to do a lot of photography.

At least the information we are getting from this asian portal will be more relevant, and greater feasibility of travel. Seriously, what are the chances of Asians taking time to visit Egypt as compared to the neighbouring Asian countries? As it is we have Russia lying right above us all waiting to be explored. (Speaking of which I so would like to visit their Metro after having read the article in ST)

In Singapore, I reckon most people will travel long distance only during 2 periods: May/June holidays and Nov/Dec holidays. The rest of the time we have long public holiday weekends, we'd be jetsetting off to Phuket or Bali. Besides, given only 21 days of leave every year on average, I seriously doubt most people have the time to explore the less touristy places halfway round the globe. And for myself, given a choice, I'd rather pay to go Paris than Greece because everyone has to see the Eiffle Tower once isn't it?

Right.

As it is, I probably won't finish exploring Asia or the common European countries in my lifetime, why would I be thinking of spending a bomb visiting the elusive Iceland or the Lofoten Golf Links in Norway, which happens to be a place where you can play midnight golf.

So there having said that, I have a dream of starting such an asian news portal and be the editor of the travel section. Send reporters to countries in Asia, come back, write about the beach resorts or the tropical forests retreats or the reviving towns, so that people around our region can have a good guide of where they can go and what they can do without bursting their budget.

And for people on the other side of the globe who romanticise and 'exotify'(no such word btw, I adapted it from the word exotic) "The Orient", it's time to be educated on Asia and what we have to offer. Then come see for yourself.

The Cow That Fell To Earth

I must be in Disney mood. Which makes my current entry all the more apt.
I never thought I could write a children's story till I took up playwriting in school. All of us had to base our idea on the title "The Cow That Fell To Earth". Most people in class wrote it in prose and had some really wonderful ideas. I wanted to be different and so I tried to write mine like a story in a poem, or a poem in a story...hmmm?? For some parts, I just couldn't think of rhyming words so yes, u'll see after the first stanza, the rhythm kinda got lost. My writer/director/actor teacher said I should submit this for some children's story competition, and offered to rework the rhythm for me. Before my poem becomes all polished and well refined, my maiden piece went something like this:

The Cow that Fell to Earth


The night I lie awake in bed
With covers pulled right over my head
You came you sat down and you said
Here’s a story now don’t be afraid

It began with once upon a time
In a land where the sun never shines
There lived a farmer with Gladys the bovine
Gladys was old but very bold
Stop wandering off, she kept being told

But one day the forgetful farmer left the gate wide open
So Gladys slipped right out from her haven
She went along the path she trodden
A million times she wouldn’t possibly have forgotten

The river would flow quietly on her right
While the crickets sang harmoniously out of sight
But tonight there was something shining bright
Something big round flat and white

Gladys tried to smell and touch the thing
But still she didn’t quite know what exactly it is
Soon Gladys got quite bored of it
Obstruct her path was all it did

She tried to kick it out of the way
Instead she yelled and squirmed in pain
Then an idea came to mind
Jump over it and I’ll be fine

So she moved back just a bit
Forward she ran and
Upwards she skipped

With a Moo and an ah
She got into the air
But hey, wait, that’s not by far the end
For up she went but lost her step
So off the face of the moon she leapt

What happened? I asked I wanted to know
You said go to sleep I’ll tell you tomorrow

That night I slept and then I dreamt
That what happened after was all a wreck
Gladys, fell onto earth
The ground she cracked
Heh hee I laughed
And that’s the end

Remember the Magic

Whenever I'm with you

It's like living out a dream

I'll remember the magic

That moves our every scene

(.)

Album of the Morning: Disney Favourites
Song of the Morning: Track 16 | Disc 2 | Remember the Magic by Brian McKnight


The feeling that our hearts could just take wing
We could live out all our dreams
The journey there was never far away

But like a dream come true
That's still inside of you
The secret of tomorrow is to live your dreams today

Remember the night
Remember the feeling
Remember the magic in our lives

You opened up my eyes
To a new world revealing
So remember the magic
Just remember the magic
One more time

Do you remember the way it used to feel
When love was only make-believe
And fairy tales were real

Oh I remember
You were with me once again
Relive our fantasies
It never has to end

The feeling that our hearts could just take wings
We could live our world of dreams
Together we could sail aginst the wind
And now I know where to begin
Gotto find it all again
From now until forever

Remember the time
Remember the feeling
Remember the magicin your eyes

You opened up my heart
And give life new meaning
So remember that feeling
Just remember the magic
One more time

Song of the day

Album of the day: ALWAYS
Song of the day: Track 13. Reunited. by Peaches and Herb

I was a fool to ever leave your side
Me minus you is such a lonely ride
The breakup we had has made me lonesome and sad
I realize I love you 'cause I want you bad, hey, hey

I spent the evening with the radio
Regret the moment that I let you go
Our quarrel was such a way of learnin' so much
I know now that I love you 'cause I need your touch,
hey, hey

Reunited and it feels so good
Reunited 'cause we understood
There's one perfect fit
And, sugar, this one is it
We both are so excited 'cause we're reunited, hey, hey

I sat here starin' at the same old wall
Came back to life just when I got your call
I wished I could climb right through the telephone line
And give you what you want so you will still be mine, hey,
Hey

I can't go cheatin', honey, I can't play
I found it very hard to stay away
As we reminisce on precious moments like this
I'm glad we're back together 'cause I missed your kiss,
Hey, hey

Lover, lover, this is solid love
And you're exactly what I'm dreamin' of
All through the day
And all through the night
I'll give you all the love I have with all my might
Hey, Hey

Well this song has a very old school melody to it. It's one of those songs I've probably heard many times but haven't got any idea what the title of the song or who the singers are. Sometimes it's just hard to walk away from someone or something that you hold dear, and having been there, done that, I'm glad I chose to keep it in my third and fourth rib.

I hear your voice

The Voice

A low growl, a soft murmur
Your voice, when you’re half in slumber
It makes me wanna lie down right
Next to you, without ever losing sight

A pitch up, clearer articulation
The voice that brims with much exhilaration
You told me how I can bestow
Light illuminating your deep dark hollows

I hear a sigh, a long uncomfortable pause
I think I know what is the cause
I cannot doubt what you really feel
The moment you cried I know it’s real

What we are I'm not so clear
Our worlds so far yet hearts so near
I ponder if we are meant to be?
Only time will tell for you and me.

Letting Go

Lately I must have been possessed by a being other than myself, for I couldn't seem to gain a hold on my thoughts and feelings. I reminisce a beautiful past, cling on to the wonderful bits, romanticise the memorable moments only to realise that perhaps it is time to wake up my idea and see the problems that exist. Someone asked me: Will they go away if you should decide to live your out your fantasy? I paused. Then said, I guess not.

If it takes courage to just give, and be prepared to fall flat on the face and be open to hurt, I will declare myself the bravest of all. For not once, not twice, not thrice, (I wish I remembered how many times) have I given up my pride, welcomed entry to my chamber of thoughts, feelings only to have them raided and hurled around. I know I'd always be at the losing end.

We touched on editing our scripts in class yesterday, and our guest speaker said that we can't be too precious about our own work. Our playwright/director/actor/teacher added that yes, there may be some lines we like very much, and we may have painstakingly constructed the phrase from random words, but when it doesn't add value to the script, we have to learn to let it go.

Let go.

I can't help but see the parallel in relationships. We treasure the good memories built up from scratch, to let it go is always easier said than done. Well, sure you can hit "delete" on your keyboard but sometimes there just isn't any 'delete' key to be found.

Let go.

I told my mom the same thing when I went home yesterday. That we have to let go and have faith in ourselves to be less troubled and much happier. Speaking like some true expert, huh?

If only.

Like words on a script that seemed to precious to be dropped, holding on to it isn't going to move the scene forward.

Delete.

I'm grateful to have people like my mom and friends to share my woes and I'm moved by friends who made my feelings a part of theirs. Too long have I let down those who care for me, bringing only sadness and melancholy.

So I woke up today and tell myself

Let go

Of it I shall.

爱情不能作比较

曲：吕孙杰 | 词：彭学斌 ｜唱：品冠

车子里收音机 空气中还飘着雨
在这个深夜里 你应该在她那里
有多久没再遇见你 房里没了你的气息
而我终于扔掉了你给我的所有东西

我刻意填满了 生活里每寸空隙
我知道不容易 但我仍试着继续
听说你比从前开心 我还能有怎样的情绪
除了祝福 我不想再多说一句

(别再说) 她很好 她多好 这些我并不需要知道
再难忘掉 多狂烈的拥抱 这回忆她怎么给的到

她多好 和我不同的好 最后是谁不重要
因为我不要 你拿她和我作比较
因为我知道 爱情不能作比较

就算是 今天还一个人依靠 明天谁又比谁好
爱看不到听不到怎能做比较
希望你知道爱情不能作比较

A duologue

A classroom piece I wrote that was so powerful when read, a long silence blanketed the class last Tuesday. The actress who played A was slmost in tears. The power of few words, the tension that hinges on the pauses and the unsaid is far greater than all the words you can ever put together.

Don't go

A: When are you leaving?

B: This weekend.

A: So soon?

B: Yes. There’s not much point staying here anyway.

A: Oh…

(silence)

B: Is something wrong?

A: Nothing’s wrong.

B: You sure?

A: I’m sure.

(silence)

B: Alright, then I guess I …

A: Err… I…

(silence)

B: Is there something you want to tell me?

A: No.

(silence)

B: Oh…in that case I think I…

A: No wait!

B: Is there something you want to tell me?

A: I…

B: Yes…?

A: I don’t want you to leave.

(silence)

B: (laughs) And why is that so?

A: Because…

B: Yes…?

A: Because I’m…I’m still in love with you.

(long silence)

B: (lets out a sigh) I love you too, but we’ve been through this before. You…me…we….it’s just not possible.

A: I know.

B: I’m sorry.

A: No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to complicate your life.

B: You already did, but it’s over and we should move on.

A: Is that why you are leaving?

B: No.

(silence)

A: Don’t lie to me.

B: Why would I do that?

A: Because you don’t want to break my heart.

(silence)

A: Do you really have to leave?

B: Yes.

A: Why?

B: Because I want to.

A: Oh.

(silence)

A: I guess nothing I say will make a difference then.

B: I’m sorry.

A: I should go (turns to leave, with tears).

B: Hey…

A: Yes?

B: You take care of yourself.

A: I will.

B: Bye.

A: Bye.

(B walks away, leaving A standing alone)

Toying around

The Toy

Like a toy that lost its favour
I lie battered and bruised hidden in a corner
I wish that he would take notice of me
Pick me up and play like how it used to be.

I don't know when and can't remember how
I made him so mad he hates me now
He'd twist my arms and throw me around
Still I'd let him play without making a sound

Yes there were times I wished I was left alone
But then I'll miss the boy who brought me home
So at night I pray that someday he'll see
That I'll still love him for whatever he's done to me

Goat's Milk

Goat's milk per litre costs twice that of cow's milk, but that is because on average, a goat only produces between 3-4 litres of milk during every milking session, while a cow can produce up to 20 litres of milk.

Today I headed to Hay Dairies, Singapore's one and only goat's farm, located in the most secluded spot of Singapore that I've been, known as Lim Chu Kang. If you think NTU at Jalan Bahar is far, I can tell you, it is probably at least 4 km further in from NTU. You will see nothing except a long, wide stretch of road that just beckons you to speed, before you are suddenly being clamped down on both sides by the thick, dense jungle. It's where the military people set up their grounds for training I reckon.

Anyway, John Hay, the owner of the 16 year old business said that Singaporeans are not well educated in their knowledge of goat's milk. There are several misconceptions that he finds himself addressing frequently: 1. Goat's milk do not smell the way kambeng soup does. 2. Goat's milk are for human consumption, and anything fit for human consumption is therefore non-toxic to pet dogs and cats. That is if you don't find it too expensive as feed.

I am a believer of goat's milk because it is yummy. And I've used products made from goat's milk before that can only do good to ur skin, making it soft and supple. But unfortunately, goat's milk are not sold in supermarkets because of the difficulty in terms of storage. Therefore you can order home delivery, or make your way to Lim Chu Kang Lane 4 to purchase from the farm. Goat's milk requires low temperatures to prevent it from turning sour, especially since there are no preservatives added. U can keep it up to 7 days in the chiller and for those who do not follow proper storage instructions, don't blame the boss for sour milk before expiry.

Goat's milk are a good replacement for those allergic to cow's milk because of the high lactose present in cow's milk. Just because you can't drink milk, which is mostly from cows, doesn't mean you can't drink all milk. Goat's milk is said to be the next closest to human milk. Now that is very nutritious.

Well, I had an educational lesson today and finally understand why you shouldn't drink milk when you have gastric. In fact, we have taken for granted the word "milk" to mean all milk. Cow's milk is acidic and what the chinese would call "cooling". So it's not recommended for those suffering from gastric or asthma. But goat's milk is alkaline and "warm", so it actually can soothe gastric problems and do not pose respiratory problems for those who suffer from asthma. These are just some of the wonderful benefits of goat's milk, on top of building up your immune system and giving you good glowing skin.

I guess it's all about believing in a product. U never know till you try, so I strongly recommend those to try, before saying no. Visit http://www.haydairies.com.sg/home.html if you're interested. I don't get anything out of this except the sharing of knowledge.

Releasing the poet in me

Last Weekend

Seven days since we last met
My heart is filled with much regret
That night we went to Little India
And ate so much it was lunch and dinner

We laughed alot had much to talk
Couldn't finish so we decided to take a walk
I never dreamt that this could be
You walking by the river with no one just me

That night I wished we walked hand-in-hand
Why we didn't I know I understand
Still it was a night of love and bliss
Under the gazebo we shared a long and tender kiss

It was seven hours I'd fondly remember
For I've never spent a weekend with you together
Now it's past it's history
But you, I'll always keep inside my memory

Taking things for granted...

The recent discussion about our service industry and standards have led me to realise one thing -- we tend to take things for granted. I have to admit that I too, fell under the spell of complacency, so much so that a simple "thanks" lay buried under my diaphragm. And the worse thing is, I wasn't even aware of my lack of manners, until a friend very kindly brought it to my attention.

It happened some time ago, I don't remember exactly when, but it must have been one of those times when we were having dinner. My friend took a paper napkin, broke a pair of disposable chopsticks and laid it on my side of the table for me. And although I knew the action took place, and that he didn't really have to do that for me, I did not show appreciation nor any form of acknowledgement of the "favour". And so, my friend very politely reminded me that.

I was embarrassed because hey, he's right. I didn't use to be like that. So what happened?

And then, suddenly, it was like my ear wax melted and I could so obviously hear words of courtesy. I noticed he was never stingy with his "thank yous" to the waiters and waitresses who served our table and subsequently when I muttered "thank you" to the waitress pouring ice water for me, I was surprised at how strange those words sounded on my lips. It was then that I realised that I must have stopped using it for some time for it to seem foreign.

It really doesn't take that much effort to say "please" and "thank you" but somehow, we just tend to forget, or perhaps for some, don't see the need to. Maybe we unknowingly form expectations of what people should be doing for us. Maybe we neglected it once because we were too engrossed in our conversations, and then twice and then gradually, it became a habit to "forget". I don't know and I'm not in any position to offer a psychological explanation for it. But whatever it is, there is NO EXCUSE.

To many us, we are probably not even aware of the absence of such words of courtesy, but to those who make it a habit to say "please" for requests and "thank you" for favours, the lack of etiquette in our verbal communication stands out jarringly. For me, it is now a conscious habit to be aware of the little things people do and to acknowledge their effort, so much so that it disturbs me when I see people around me don't show gratitude or appreciation.

Just the other day, I met a couple of girlfriends for coffee, but my real aim of arranging the gathering was to pass them some little souvenirs I got from my recent trip to Beijing. For the record, I don't make it a habit to look for souvenirs when I'm abroad because sometimes I just don't find anything meaningful to bring back. This time, I stumbled on some things I thought they might like. I hand picked the items according to what I thought was most suitable for them, and when I came back, I had them wrapped in paper tissue instead of leaving them in the plastic bags they came in. They were gifts with much thought and love, so naturally, I expected some kind of appreciation for the effort I've put in.

It's always nice to receive presents, whatever they may be, and I thought we should remember that when people do present gifts, it is something they are not obligated to, but did it out of a certain emotion they felt towards the recipient. So you can say I was disappointed when there was not a word of "thanks" for what I did.

I am not advocating sweet pleasantries and undue formalities, especially among friends and family, because then we might end up being contrived, which is worse. The key is being grateful when someone puts in the extra mile for us and really, all it takes at most, is 2 words. It is all that is needed to make the person on the receiving end feel valued.

Breaking point

Us No More

Last night we had
A talk turned bad
I cried
And yes I was so mad

Little did I know
That the care I showed
Would freeze your feelings
Into a landscape of snow

You said some things
I thought were mean
You even warned
There was more to be seen

I asked you to share
The evil thoughts that you bear
You laughed and said
Why do you care

I dropped my jaw
In disbelief
For three years we loved
And this is how much you hate me

I asked you why
You are doing this
To get back at you, you said
For breaking us into you and me

The talk went on
Deep into the night
My tears fell much
And dried out of sight

My soul you’ve slain
With every wicked word you said
My heart you’ve shattered
And now I’m drained

On a string I dangle
Like a pendulum bob
With you swinging me
Mercilessly from the top

Said you’re sorry
And yet you hurt
I’ve had enough
Of being treated like dirt

End for us
I guess is best
So I can let
My wounded heart rest

Someday I hope
That you will see
I left
Because there’s a problem between you and me

A Poem Inspired

Parting

You told me once
Now maybe twice
That when we part
To close my eyes
I’d feel you there
Nestled right between
My third and fourth
Delicate rib

You took my hand
To say goodbye
And whispered softly
While I cried
Said you’d be there
Regardless when
Tucked Right between
My third and fourth
Delicate rib.

I watched you go
Then headed home
And tears stream like the river flow
With little strength
I lift my hand
To place it on my aching chest
I feel you there
Throbbing painfully
Just
Right between
My third and fourth
Delicate rib

Now deep into the night
When All is quiet
And loneliness creeps
Mercilessly into my crib
I hear you call
Out silently to me
You are there
Right Between
My third and fourth
Delicate rib


A new day begins
To the burst of rays
That diffuses all the pockets of pain
I promised you
That I will wake
With nothing
Just you
There stuck between
My third and fourth
Delicate rib