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Time drags –

Such endless waiting!

I ask myself when

I’ll ever see you again

Only then will this verse be complete

Only then will I sing my song.

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I searched for you

In my dreams you were there –

Watching me

Smiling

These dead leaves give that eerie sound

As I crush them on my feet

Where are you, I cried

But the silence  is deafening

In the far distance

I could see the greens

It’s summer now, you see

It’s your favorite season of the year.

Will I see you smiling again?

Or will I just live in dreams?

(for dad, I miss you!)

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1

I look at you

What seems so funny is that

I see myself in you.

2

I cannot touch nor feel your face

through my fingertips

Nothing is really wanting of anything

Except perhaps that old glass case

of your photograph

Sending sinews of hope.

3

I’ve thought I’ve learned to bury the past

Again, you came,

Disturbing my complacent breath

Renewing old dreams

At this moment, you live again

in my thoughts.

4

And yet –

What I only see

Is your old photograph!

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1

Here and now –

we build dreams

and in this empty space

we sketch our moments

of  joy, laughter and tears.

2

Here and now –

you and I walk along this familiar path

hand in hand,

we let love reign in our hearts.

3

And it’s between here and now,

that we’ll find each other again

to share a life

in the hands of time!

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After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. – Aldous Huxley

Books and Music.  Music and books. Whichever comes first, it doesn’t really matter because I love both.  As I write this, I am listening to the soundtrack of the movie Dying Young. I have uploaded the whole CD album at my Multiply site. I could not count the times that I’ve watched this particular movie even before I found out that I had cancer too. I love the characters of Hillary and Victor and Campbell Scott was so good portraying the role of someone whose days were numbered because of cancer. It’s now even more precious, if you  can call it that because I can definitely relate. Knowing the feeling of being helpless and down, knowing that you are not hundred percent fit definitely makes for a good cry. And it never fails to make me cry. I was lucky enough to find a copy of the book which was written by Marti Leimbach.  I love the book but I love the movie even better.

I was reviewing my Multiply site  a few minutes ago and I just could not believe that in the three years since I started it, I have made around 645 posts, uploaded several pictures in 128 albums, posted 20 CD albums from my collection and maybe about 50 videos . I love music, though nowadays I don’t get to listen to it much since obviously,  I spend a lot of time in front of my PC.  How nice to listen to Dreams, Color My World, Never My Love, Castles in the Air, Summer Breeze, Going in Circles, to name a few. Can you recall a particular song that you can readily relate to because it was a part of your growing up years? I do. Absolutely Free, Absolutely Beautiful has been and always will be my favorite.  It’s one of the most lovely songs that I love listening to over and over again.  It really holds some kind of magic. Alphonse de Lamartine was right in saying  that music is the literature of the heart, it commences where speech ends.

I’ve finally finished reading the sequel to The Hunger Games which is entitled Catching Fire but the ending is kind of disappointing because it’s a trilogy and we have yet to buy the third book Mockingjay. It was released last August 2010 but my daughter is reluctant to buy the hardbound copy since she has  the first two in trade paperback.   And didn’t I promise to make a review of the first two books?  I will, eventually when I’ve read the last one. There are several books still unread but I was looking for something that is easier to finish, possibly in one or two days. I was about to start with Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol, but just like his other books, I am really not inclined to read another one of his. Some readers have made so much hype about his first book which was later made into a movie but I didn’t find it that really arresting. There are other thrillers which are better than The Da Vinci Code. I turned my eyes to reading a few lines of  Rod McKuen’s poetry, and it would make my day searching for that one perfect line that would exactly describe how I feel at the moment.

It’s nice sometimes
to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It proves you’re still alive.

If nothing else
it says to you–
clear as a high hill air,
uncomfortable
as diving through cold water–

I’m here.
However wretchedly I feel,
I feel.

Why am I teary-eyed again?  His words never fail to make me a little nostalgic.  Remembering, always remembering.

When the evenings, like forever,
started fleeting, going fast
I could see you at some distance
disappearing in the mist.
In the mass of fondled faces
one imagines in a lifetime
yours was there just out of grasp.

We come into the world alone,
we go away the same.
we’re meant to spend
the interlude
between in closeness
or so we tell ourselves,
But it’s a long way from morning to the evening

Words soothe and define one’s feelings, music comforts a lonely soul.  Books and music, music and books, it matters not really, I just wanted to have a good cry.







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1

I thought I could easily get into my
subconscious self and blot out
all image of you.
But the rain outside keeps reminding me
of that other rainy night
we were together.

2

I drowned my tears through the rain
lest they’ll know I’m crying
I wish I could laugh and in all honesty
smile and sing and dance
and laugh and smile again
and dream of that other rainy night.

3

When the rain ceases
And I no longer find my tears mingling
with the raindrops
Let me see you smile
Let me hear you laugh…..

4

My life – they  are days of hopes and wishes
and dreams
That sometimes, I’m afraid
There will be nothing left anymore
Where will I be by then?

5

I find comfort in the knowledge
that you’re always around
To strengthen’ things out
And perhaps to fill the brim
of my empty cup

6

Lest I forget
We’ve got a toast to make
here’s for that rainy day, pal
here’s for our love…..

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1

How many times have we said goodbye?

And yet, each time we do

We always end up saying hello.

2

In the silence of a song

I hear your voice

And in the periphery of dreams,

Stood you and I.

3

Many times, we just wandered along

Going as far as our feet could carry us

It’s mere togetherness that counts.

4

Do you remember the night

We thought there was a half-moon

Shining above, only to find out later

It was a big ball of neon light.

5

We exchange thoughts, little things, big and small

To think we could touch on such a

Delicate subject as  love.

6

Those seem silly I guess

Maybe, we too are a bundle

Of crazy people saying

Crazy things to each other.

7

Sometimes, I feel I’m much too big

for the world, I feel a lone swimmer

Groping in the ocean of life.

8

But the knowledge that you are there

Is comfort enough and the mere sight of you

Is a most welcome thing I could ever know.

9

Today, many thoughts keep burning in my head

Attempting to gather them all

In the guise of a poem

But the simile and the metaphors

All seem mixed-up

Perhaps I ought to try again

another time you’re here.

10

In between dreams and reality

Still stand you and me,

and we call this Love….

 

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This poem was written by an unknown author many years ago.  Some writers however claimed that it was their original composition.  Why don’t we just  enjoy it and give credit where credit is due?  All these years, I have always been touched by its simple message – don’t quit.

The Don’t Quit Poem

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,

Often the struggler has given up,

When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

– Author unknown

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The memory lingers

and just like a song

the sweet refrain goes on and on

leaving its mark upon my soul.

(Emptiness reigns within me again).

 

011278 Thursday 4:45pm comm.lib.

 

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1

We smile with our eyes

Only to be enraptured in dreams

And many outnumbered sigh.

(Listen, the music has died  with but two shadows painted on the wall)

Who else but we, want to reach the stars?

2

The fading light gives way for the dark,

Night creeps menacingly by.

I see your lips

I see your eyes

(Your gentle voice evokes an aura, a sense of joy)

3

Soon –

Comes the day that we’ll part ways

And all that will be left is the blueprint of your face.

How soon the day ends

Followed by the lonesome night!

 

051075 3pm-Asian

 

 

 

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