Friday, July 13, 2012

bomb-astik!


time is impatient. it's been almost two weeks
the fumes of garlic, one reeks
chopping leeks; repairing leaks
thank the lord, geek isn't sick!

in the bright daylight
ah! even in the darkest of nights
it's such a comfort they bring delight!

a tailwind, perhaps to fly a kite?

sixty days. to spend - many ways.
live 'em like the blue jays
gay, yet never astray

Alas! remember your outlays.

roadtrips, foodheaps
it's always nice to have them
with the best of peeps!

Seems like Year Two
for this here Ngoo
wasn't all
"Boo..." and "Goo..."

haha.

through trials and (near) revivals
I'm sure we will all prevail!
wail not!

with the Big Man
how can we be frail?


blessed, indeed.
no, I don't kid.
Here's to these quirky friendships.

Ridiculously serious.
Seriously ridiculous.

Friday, June 08, 2012

pasture beside still waters

27/5/2012 6:21pm
(Adapted from Bob Fitts' I Love to be with You)

You give me reason to breathe again
In fact, Lord, You make it possible

like a flower blooming in the spring
like the colours of an autumn leaf
like the sea and all its majesty
that is why I love to be with You


You whisper Your love in the morning
And You cradle my head in the evening

You give me reason to dance in the sun
After I have been in the cold




an antidote to the anxious mind.

future concerns and the want-to-know-it-all tendency.
it's already been paid for.
why the despondency?

Your peace, I ask.

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

the seventh-week-(gl)itch



shouldn't life be as carefree as floating in mid-air?
it's a choke hold here!





help me find the way.
the skies
overcast and gray
to make hay
while still bright
is the day.

even when it means saying nay!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

the humble abode


a house which was once a home.
in the absence of contents dear to the heart.
leaves nothing but an empty, desolate shell.
who can tell?
there's no other place , not even Rome.
called home, only in the presence of the beloved.
a feeling no body can tear apart.

in loving memory of #150@f-7

Monday, January 09, 2012

why is a raven like a writing desk?



Lewis Carroll:
'Because it can produce a few notes, tho they are very flat, and it is nevar put the wrong end in front!'

can't wait to get them papers done with! 
fight the good fight!