Monday, March 14, 2016

Hot Hot Hot

The days are hot, long, muggy and humid. The days are slow and without life like the desert. Beneath the heat, there lies the potential to not succumb to the stifling air. 

Waiting. Ever waiting. The sun will go down. It will set and the heat will sloooowwwwly dissipate into the sky away from the ground where we are at. 

Cool spring, cold ice. Where are you? Where have you gone in hiding. Come back to bring all life here to what it use to be. Come back before we suffocate in the heat. 

Hot no more we pray for we cannot stand it no more.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Second Half 2015

My, how time flies. It's 2015 and it's half gone.

You can't catch time. You can't hold time. You can, however, keep time. You can manage time. You waste time too, for that matter, but once wasted there is no going back. I don't know how it happened but things got out of hand. Time flew out the window and I was not able to catch it or hold it until today when the muse that was bugging me made me visit you.

So, I am, writing my heart out. The days were dark and fast. Flying by furiously and I flew with it. My heart has somewhat healed of its heartache and depression. The scars are still in there somewhere but it doesn't hurt so much though, not like it did before.

I have in mind to do something and I have learnt a bit these fast and dark days. I learnt the if I can't sell what I haven't created. So, I have got to create. I have got to write. Then and only then will I be able to sell. Not before.

This what I want to do. Create. Write. Make. Then, I can sell.

Write. Repeat. Sell.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Time, Time. Wherefore Art Thou?

The time has passed by tremendously fast. It's going pass at a crazy speed and I'm left eating its dust unable to catch my breath trying to run after and catch up with it.

Time, why are you so fleeting?
I try to keep up but
there's this other attention grabber
that holds my life by the neck.

It call Life.
Life holds me at the other end.
I'm tied up and
unable to fit other things into me.

Time, you keep moving on.
Even as Life holds me,
you encompass me even further.
We ought to spend hours together.

Hours turn into days, weeks, months.
Then, years happen without me knowing it.
Will you pass me by again?
Or will be fleetingly illusive?

Once again I'm without a solution
except to say I'll do better next time.
'Cause next time is all I have
Till we encounter each other

Meeting even for a second,
a minute to stretch into
an hour.

Day by day
week by week
month by month
And we get to know each other

and again.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Chokingly Hazy

The month of June and it's that time of the year again where we are suffering from bad air quality and general discomfort because of the haze. Check this post and you can see another post in 2005 about the haze:

The people with asthma are particularly vulnerable to this and must take care. Others are advised to drink lots of water and pray it rains heavily so that the haze will be washed away.

Take care people. The days are hazardous. Sorry. Just couldn't help punning that.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Yeah, You!

YOU. Yeah, you.

You there. Yeah, you. You with the desire but no action. You with the ideas and not putting them down. You who is always churning up ideas as if they are very hard things to do. No, ideas are simple. Any fool can have ideas but it takes action to form the ideas into a whole, into a coherent whole with gaps and holes properly sealed.

Yeah, you. You who better get off the ideas plane and start carry some of the weight of creating a story out of those fabulous ideas of yours.

Yeah, you. You who dream day and night of being a writer but are not putting in the time of pen to paper, finger to keyboard. Come up with ideas, work at those ideas and finish it.

Yeah, you. You know who you are!
Now get to it. Right here. Right now!

Monday, November 14, 2011

Going Crazy

I'm going crazy.
Always at the brink of madness. 
I'm afraid that I could just fall over 
to the other side 
where insanity lies.

Lying in wait for me
the dark side sees
me at my weakest 
takes me over the edge
to insanity.

Calm, calm
I say to my soul
get a grip 
and breathe.

Watch TV

Just don't freeze
in time
to let it
catch you 

into the crazy
crazy hole within
where soul and 
spirit knows not
where limit is.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Strange Happenings

Something strange happened yesterday. I had a conversation with someone I made - the keeper of my idea journal. It was weird. I have never done something like this at all. Well, yes I have had conversations with myself but not consciously hold a conversation with someone I know who doesn't exist and it's someone I just made up. Well, to be honest we didn't have a very civil conversation. She went away angry at me for neglecting her of all things. Of course, she had reason to be angry because I neglected her for the whole half year of 2010.

Anyway, she is still staying away. I wonder whether I'll be able to draw her back to talk to me. Maybe.