It Is This Same Soul

It is this same soul: mine for now, 
but not previously, 
and not in the future, 
which has lived in this world since its existence, 
disguised in different forms, genders, 
emotions and intelligence, 
shall have no recollection of any of them at all.  

It is this same soul: wil be unrecognizable, 
which will go on living until it ceases in existence, 
carrying with him all the deeds and sins 
he has brought upon himself in this life, 
and inherited all who came before him, 
and do so after him. 

It is this same soul: belongs to no one, 
which I merely borrow for a limited time, 
in this lifetime, to be myself: 
to be an aritst, a poet, 
to taste what life is all about: 
pain, love, happiness and suffering, 
to explore what is installed for me 
before I pass it on to someone else. 

It is this same soul: the very same soul, 
whoever it belongs to at the end of the journey 
is in my possession, in my control now: 
I am responsible for the inheritor's life, 
believes to be mine; how I want it to be, 
as the person before me 
who was responsible for what I am today, 
which I cannot change but to receive all 
as they come my way.  


2 April 2008, Wednesday
2:13am

I Had A Chat With Some Cats

I had a chat with some cats 
A feline showed me her black silky tail 
It was wickedly severed 
Almost cut off from her sexy rear 
I was told, the pain is unbearable 
It affects her appetite 
She asked me why 
Human are such cruel animals 
To carry out such mean act on her 
For she is expecting, 
So petite as to compare to human beings 
It wrung my heart to hear her plea. 

A male cat with bob tail 
Neatly dressed in thick white-brownish fur 
He said, children are real monsters 
Too often they frighten him with sudden shriek 
When he takes a nap or nibbles at his food 
Survival is tough in a cat's world, he lamented 
The other night at a food stall 
He sat up straight asking for food 
Instead he was kicked by a gigantic human foot 
His abdomen is still bruised 
Why he repeated twice 
All he wanted was some left-over 
Which would go to waste anyway 
I looked at him and was ashamed of my kind. 

Came a kitten, goodness, skinny and frail 
It was so disheartening to hear his tale 
He was an abandoned kitten 
Taken away from his mother 
By an ignorant and irresponsible man 
He wasn't sure if he would make it 
Now he has to fend for himself on the street 
In this world taken by cruel human beings 
I have to agree and felt so sorry for him. 

I wished I could do more than just chat 
The cats wished my fellow men realized 
That this earth is not solely their property 
Cats too have equal rights to it 
They must be humane 
And stop behaving like animals.  


11 March 2008, Tuesday
12:29am

Where Do I Go?

Where do I go 
when the trees die, 
when the ponds dry? 
I fear I may not meet my parents 
across the sea. 
Woud I still see my siblings 
before the river? 
I want to remember everything I have now, 
and pretend to take a sip at the river 
which I must stop before crossing the bridge. 

I hope the candles will lit 
when I walk down the dark road, 
and burn all the unrest spirits 
disrupting my journey: 
It all depends on my deeds. 

How much blood do I have to give? 
And how many level of earth 
do I have to travel 
before it matches my sin? 

If the light visited and led me to my parents, 
Or darkness blinded me created by my being 
and fall into the seventeenth level of fire, 
All I asked from you, whoever you maybe 
Is to hold onto my hands, don't let go.


3 March 2008, Monday
4:28pm

It Is One Of Those Nights

It is one of those nights
Beside other stuff
My aged parents came into frame
Lord Buddha
Please keep them strong and safe
This prayer is nothing new
It is as old as my age

How I have grown old
Seeing their hair turning gray too
Their bodies shrink and wrinkle
But they are my parents
And may not be so in my next life
Still I pray
Lord Buddha
Please bestow them with great health

I still submit to a childhood belief
On Chinese New Year eve
I will stay up late
So my parents will live into old age
Lord Buddha
Please answer my prayer

It is one of those nights
I think of my parents and pray
Lord Buddha...
Lord Buddha...
Before I slip into my many dreams


1 March 2008, Saturday
1:19am    

Uncertainties

I'm a living corpse
In broad daylight
A drifting spirit
By night

Future is uncertain
Gloom and dark
Life is hollow
Empty and false 

Through The Window

Through the window
Stained by dull soot
I saw two men walking, heads down whispering
They stopped and started kissing
Disgusting? What do you think?

They are God's children
Created by non-other than Him
Neatly selected the ingredients
That make them an inimitable being
For the universe to be astounded
Of his ingenuity He possessed.
His decision! Who is to blame?

Denying their existence
Doesn't make a human inhumane
Forbidding their love for each other
Make a person loves no less
Unquestionably a renouncement of God
Non acceptance of His ingenuity
What do you think?

Through the window
Though stained by dull soot
My vision is flawless.


29 February 2008, Friday
3:25am 

If I Don't Fret

If I don't fret
Does it mean that I don't care?
If i don't pray
Does it make me anti God?
Don't be such a naive soul
Living in this world of lies
For what you don't see, the flowers exist
For what you see, heaven may not be real.

Why should I show that I fret?
Not that they care
They just want to know why flowers wither
Not as to why I fret but as to why weeds grow.

I don't have to tell even if I fret
They will not remember
Instead, they add some silly spice
As they relate it to others.

It is still up to me to find solutions
In God's praises, I will not fret
Blank to the world, a likeness in the mirror.

So, why should I show that I fret?


28 February 2008, Thursday
11:45pm