a cup of boiled coffee

You know time will heal
But you ain’t patient enough
The moon has gone to sleep
The sun’s shown her mighty grin
But you refuse to open your eyes

The questions that are never answered
The heartache that’s never revealed
The fire that’s still burning
Inside, deep and dark
Like boiled coffee in a mug that remains closed
Noone dares to open it
Noone cares to have a sip

The pleasure of being hurt
You wish you were swallowed by the coldness
You know time will heal
But you ain’t patient enough

butterfly

Beautiful butterfly
Oh she looks so shy
Never she realized that she got everyone’s eye

Oh marvelous butterfly
Used to fly so high
Until she landed here and fell in love

I hope she knows how blessed are
Other creatures when she’s nearby
And on this very special day
We’ll ask…

Butterfly, butterfly, in the sky
Butterfly, butterfly, flying high
The scent you spray
Graceful’s your way
One sweet day
There’ll come your better half…
This is what we pray…
On this very special day….
Our butterfly…


(on vanessa lloyd's 29th birthday)

with You

For when I walk with You
I feel there’s nothing so blue
Be insanely true
Touch my days just like dew

You put that smile back on
This gloomy face

Place the stars in my eyes
All the fear you’ve replaced
With the words so calm….


Nowhere else I would run to
But You

stranger

stranger
i hate you when you show
your mystifying face

bet you come
just to screw up
all things i've been striving for

oh stranger
if you ever
had a brain to consider
and a heart to ponder
then i'd just get o'er
with you!

typhonic

(sigh...)
here i am stranded
not 'cos i'm blinded
by the misfortunes in my life

(sigh...)
can't i see clearly
foggy yet twisted
ready to escape but i'm stranded

here
i'm stuck in the well
grounded, inconsolable
finding your loved ones don't really love
one another anymore

this time it's not just a gloomy me
another role has to be played
and the game of life needs to be rolled

i know i should

spitting my feelings out
i know i should
letting you know how much joy
you've brought into my life

it was safely kept
locked like i would never regret
should i shout it loud
and give it a shot,
then i might not be this drowned

some people say good bye with tears
some others lightly wave their hands
but the last thing you did
was sitting me down
listening i was there
to a song - charming as a poem

i could barely smile
all the memories started to tease
the tears streamed down this face
and i closed my eyes
here inside torn apart

to send my very blessing
being true though so blue
to be happy for you
i know.... i should

[wish not] a gift

have you ever felt
that you have a gift
but you wish that it was not a gift
or at least not merely was
?