tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61379012012-01-18T11:45:21.374+08:00eLeanore The light that guides the path to the havens of the Enigmatics.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.comBlogger1031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-56244315716521320762012-01-18T11:16:00.004+08:002012-01-18T11:45:21.385+08:00I dreamt that I was outside the room of a girl. Her room was in this block beside mine on the first level but in reality there isnt. Somehow my dreams always place apartments on the first level of this block when it is really just a lobby.The windows were all open and there were velvety steps leading up to them. There was no one in there at first. The owner of the room felt familiar to me but I Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-17256798032259284792010-09-06T12:35:00.000+08:002010-09-06T12:36:08.838+08:00An ode to you.A scantilating gaze, lined with tears.Across an ocean of heartaches you came to me.Broken wings and fleeting dreams.To whom do you sing, this disenchanted melody.How did you find me, in these pain-filled meadows?Did the sun and clouds lead you to me?Their passing could only lead you closer to your destiny,The rainbow that appears after a storm,Ill be waiting at its end.Make a wish, Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-15199916717151195732010-08-24T15:01:00.001+08:002010-08-24T15:01:41.491+08:00How many Decembers ago when we were just walking along. A tiny patter of feet and a light flutter of heart. We had no words but in the silence we wrote enough a million books to fill. High upon the cosmos the lights twinkled and the moon sang. A little sonata and a tidy witty ditty. The world was dancing around us and yet it feels almost asleep. A locking of lips in a quiet little street. Just Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-68700038577239505002010-04-24T23:07:00.002+08:002010-04-24T23:25:17.919+08:00The lives we live through in the eyes of others.The lies that the eyes belies, the smiles the tears' vanguard.The waking hours haunted by the fleeting dreams of the sleeping.The eccentricity of the erudite, the pragmatism of the elite,Which life do we live, to us with which it belongs?Which life do we live, through the eyes the others see?The lives we live through in the eyes of others.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-29606297533039334912009-03-23T13:43:00.003+08:002009-03-23T13:43:29.761+08:00A song, a melody, a symphony and a ditty. The notes we write and the scores we fill. Each our parts to play, an orchestra our fates to seal. The world a mere stage, the audience but ourselves. We dance, we cry, we sing and we fly. Each part performed, with parts to come. The chorus spinning into concertos dancing into ballet most gracious. Drums clashing with heavy mteals' roar, picolos' Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-81759977315811089112009-03-23T13:43:00.001+08:002009-03-23T13:43:16.103+08:00A broadwalk of yellow faded tiles, faint atumn leaves falling through the gentle breeze. A gentle drizzle falling from the brooding sky, shrouding everything in a wistful mist. The weary traveller trudges on, water running dust off his beaten frame. The sun slinks along its merry way heading home, heralding forth the brightening glow of a naked night.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1214207428405820952009-03-23T13:41:00.004+08:002009-03-23T13:42:00.558+08:00The Paradise that we seek, so wrought with haze and visions recede. The paths of the righteous crossing, damnation to whom doth belong? In a world where the justice sleeps and the innocent weep, where doth lie the Paradise that we seek? A compromise, a little handshake. Where black fades into white and all becomes grey. Our identities lost to the pursuit of others' dreams. What once was the Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-8338763574137345372009-03-23T13:41:00.003+08:002009-03-23T13:41:47.535+08:001. I am fiercely passionate. 2. I carry my heart out on my sleeves for the world to see.3. To me, we should ignore the expectations and constraints of society to live our lives ur own wayWe only have 1 life and its ourselves that we will face as we lie on our deathbeds.4. I would die for my friends and family.5. Thankfully, with regards to point 4, I do not have many friends.6. I would never Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-87958526243356845502009-03-23T13:41:00.001+08:002009-03-23T13:41:14.822+08:00Shower of nails agaisnt roof slates dressed in the most sombre grey. A deafening screech jostling the shredded masks for space along an alley of battered tiles. Shattered windows lining the weed overrun path, each lightning flash revealing a glimpse of the wretched beings within. Beings where hope holds no meaning and suffering no longer applies. A hunched figure trudges pass, covered in a shroudErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-48560345186388121372009-03-23T13:40:00.003+08:002009-03-23T13:40:57.255+08:00The world is shrinking at an alarming rate and its people at an even faster rate. Globalisation with its mass armies of Starbucks, Macdonalds, Nikes and Coca Colas are breaching all the walls of social identitys and customs. Fed with cookie cutter menus and barrages of ideals, fashion and linguistic lingo, most Asian Capitals I have come across seem almost alike, except for perhaps the levels of Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-4426488640291303052009-03-23T13:40:00.001+08:002009-03-23T13:40:31.159+08:00I'm sure that I will always beA lonely number like root threeThe three is all that's good and right,Why must my three keep out of sightBeneath the vicious square root sign,I wish instead I were a nineFor nine could thwart this evil trick,with just some quick arithmeticI know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321Such is my reality, a sad irrationalityWhen hark! What is this I see,Another square root Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-89748513150761782272009-01-05T12:40:00.002+08:002009-01-05T12:52:38.029+08:00That which we are searching for seems never able to be found. A jigsaw puzzle forever missing a piece. A peg fittin into a hole with 1 edge always seemingly extra. How do we Love? This Perfect person in our hearts and yet so imperfect in our eyes. How do we Love? The poignant truth of the narrow human soul struggling with the galaxical need of forgivness that true Love is. How can we always see, Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-91275048067904818782008-10-25T02:05:00.002+08:002008-10-25T02:16:05.797+08:00Looking in those eyes, a gulf so deep and far. I hear the apologies unspoken in your voice, you must feel it too. Tears uninvited meandering down my face, this gulf so deep and far. How can I reach you, this place of brimstone and flames? I think a part will me can never grow up, can never stand tall and face the world. The child that stopped growing because of your rejection, locked away in a Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-90343082395611934932008-09-30T11:05:00.001+08:002008-09-30T11:05:15.345+08:00A song, a melody, a symphony and a ditty. The notes we write and the scores we fill. Each our parts to play, an orchestra our fates to seal. The world a mere stage, the audience but ourselves. We dance, we cry, we sing and we fly. Each part performed, with parts to come. The chorus spinning into concertos dancing into ballet most gracious. Drums clashing with heavy mteals' roar, picolos' Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-3040843468628761652008-09-25T11:13:00.001+08:002008-09-25T11:13:29.653+08:00A pin and a drop, bunny out of a hat why not? The stargazer's dilema in the galaxy's heart, an emperor's new clothes dazzles and bedazzles. An eenie meenie miney mo allakhazam proof and presto. A wave of a wand dancing with lights and Houdini's last dance through the night.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-10090620118972382802008-08-06T10:44:00.002+08:002008-08-06T10:54:26.871+08:00The Paradise that we seek, so wrought with haze and visions recede. The paths of the righteous crossing, damnation to whom doth belong? In a world where the justice sleeps and the innocent weep, where doth lie the Paradise that we seek? A compromise, a little handshake. Where black fades into white and all becomes grey. Our identities lost to the pursuit of others' dreams. What once was the Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-15709224808816712192008-08-06T00:09:00.002+08:002008-08-06T01:12:17.240+08:00Resounding casading waves crashing upon shifting sands. A mortal fool's toil on wanderlusting soil. Dancing mirrors with lies, hazy mirages carry deceit. Words that hold no meaing and pacts that dance with nimble feet. A weeping widow upon an ailing balcony stand, the glow of a lucent beam watches with malicious intent. Streets where hollow orphans cry and callow jesters dance. Sanity mugged and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-91660502124686941652008-06-09T14:35:00.001+08:002008-06-09T14:35:49.943+08:00A finger across the blackest board, a sound unbearable. The mind rejects and the heart flinches, rakes across fragile wavering shields. Desperate shackles and feeble graps, as the heart fights agaisnt a battle that can never be won. Like the last crimson leafthats falls on a chilly autumn day, the promise of harsh unwavering cold seeps into the mortalcoils of the receiver. An act so pure, so Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-38049394628101257812007-10-27T00:48:00.001+08:002010-09-28T20:43:50.743+08:00Running, I was running.To where I did not know, to a place a cannot see. Any other place must be better than where I am, therefore I ran. My lungs were burning and my tears watered but still I didn't stop. Till I met you.You stopped me dead in my tracks, a twinkle in the darkness, a tinkle amongst the thunder. Like an azure lighting up velvet darkness, it was then that I understood. People who Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-34627325053859966372007-10-03T03:21:00.000+08:002007-10-03T03:58:21.417+08:004am and sleep eludes me. Feeling strangely melancholic.A field of daffodils,Sky holding the summer light.A stroll, A hop and a little twirl.Glasses strewn across,Topaz sky over a blood red earth.Gashing ankles, tattered flesh.A fatal dance in an emerald field,Twinkling rubies chasing diamond shards.To embrace the beauty and yet suffer the pain.Forever a promise so hard to keep,Forever a distance Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-37022748513335603922007-04-21T14:10:00.000+08:002007-04-21T14:36:01.213+08:00You are a snowy dove flying far and free,Surrounded by larks who serenade you with melody.An eagle I am, aloof and lonely,Forever with eyes the horizon see.Two spirits who soar in the skies,A bound achingly blue sky.How wide and endless an entity,How did we even meet, pray thee?Do we dare soar side by side,Lest we encumber each other and crash?Is there a way to be close,And yet we continue to fly?Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1175199963583952332007-03-30T05:26:00.000+08:002007-03-30T05:26:03.583+08:00Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1168451529288572922007-01-11T01:51:00.000+08:002007-01-11T10:50:19.986+08:00When the music has forsaken us and the stars are all dead, where do we go from there?Soul in tatters, Beat long dead.A song of chords in disarray, a melody without rhythemIts a sham, nothing but lies, no lights to see you by, no symphony in Song.Disharmony of accords, shambolic symbolism runs riot in a cacophany of anarchism.Rebirth bears nothing but destruction, better off with no past no Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1167599484160977532007-01-01T04:39:00.000+08:002007-01-01T05:11:24.183+08:00 Sometimes when we break free of our shackles, we find that we do not really know what we truly want [Girl of 5 or 6 running down the corridoor as the pair fades away]The little girl with large wild eyes, eyes with an unwavering hint of steel hidden become them. She scampers around the place, oblivious to the sins being committed around her. As she passes by 2 siblings of around her age, they Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1167329483970076702006-12-29T02:09:00.000+08:002006-12-29T02:12:04.643+08:00Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded and that heaven is overrated.-Heart achingly beautiful, so simple a line, an ocean of emotions all mirrored into a drop. Made me tear just reading it. Touched-Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1166605110350955982006-12-20T16:57:00.000+08:002006-12-20T16:58:30.360+08:00I yearn to soar, to fly surrounded by clouds passing by. This mundane earth with all that it brings tires me.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1166293990137771272006-12-17T02:06:00.001+08:002006-12-17T02:34:11.206+08:00 "Man has always yeared freedom, but at what price are we willing to pay for it? When freedom has been attained, we ask ourselves, is the price that Freedom commands truly worth it?" [The din of men's laughter and women's giggling]A young girl, bordering on the bloom of womanhood, an irrestible innocence about her with just a hint of the secrets she kept behind the facade. Secrets that promises Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1166057352642883362006-12-14T08:19:00.000+08:002006-12-14T09:02:15.086+08:00Someone I know's going through a rough patch lately. Words that this person written particularly stung me with its starkness and yet somehow such intense emotions came through those words. It made me think alot about our actions and expectations surrounding the actions that we have taken and in return, the consequences. The consequences of our actions are sometimes partly determined by the Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1162326760076438512006-11-01T04:20:00.000+08:002006-11-01T04:32:40.093+08:00Back in Secondary School, we were not that good but we trained hard and we gave it our all. We lost but we were happy. Boy grew up, searched for a team and one took him in, he was raw and he was enthusiastic, he didnt get much chances to play but he was happy.Boy got invited into another team, he gained experience and he improved by leaps and bounds. The team lost more often then not, but he was Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1161547192630373122006-10-23T03:50:00.000+08:002006-10-23T04:02:05.956+08:00The aching heart looks upon the tear stained sky.Stars which shine with callousness scorn upon its wretchedness.Aloof and filled with disdain,they burnt with cold fire on an even colder night.What is this greating meaning that I seek,Would it be worth this weight which I keep?With a limping canter and a tedious old banter,helpless do I watch as Destiny ups the ante.Flesh may decay and bones to Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1161352280610216712006-10-20T21:44:00.000+08:002006-10-20T21:51:20.623+08:00Downtrodden.Came back from a wonderful trek during the past weekend with a couple of awesomemy peeps. What a rollercoaster ride it turns out to be following that though. On Monday as I was heading back from school, my bike EXPLODED ! Yes, it freaking exploded. My engine decided to take an early trip to heaven or wherever it is that engines go to. My piston disintegrated (yes you read correctly Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1158321927596487852006-09-15T20:04:00.000+08:002006-09-15T20:05:27.610+08:00Where have all the colours gone?Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1158256887727102322006-09-15T00:58:00.000+08:002006-09-15T02:01:27.810+08:0014th September. The day i gave up my life's greatest passion. Soccer. It is the one thing in my life that I have worked the hardest for, that is the most sacred to me. Are there words that exist that can even describe my feeling of lost? But it seems to me that all I have managed to achieve is but of a mediocre standard. I cannot accept that, its just not me.Another part of me has died, little byErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1157473494684864352006-09-06T00:14:00.000+08:002006-09-06T00:24:54.703+08:00You are living such a wretched life I do not know why you continue on. Pathetic Pathetic Pathetic. Your existence is denied by the very being that gave it to you and you spend your meaningless life chasing empty dreams. Your spirit is but broken and your nature hollow. Go closer to the edge and leap for it, its the most that you can ever do.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1157220196250382362006-09-03T01:40:00.000+08:002006-09-03T02:03:16.270+08:00Fei grew up in an foster home in the village of Nacal. An elderly couple took him in when he was 3, found shivering and on the verge of death at their doorstep. They took him in and brought him up. Fei grew up to be an exceptional boy, he was faster, stronger and quick-witted. Trained and educated by the monks at the local monestary, he soon surpassed all his peers and received the personal Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1156871549077839282006-08-30T00:30:00.000+08:002006-08-30T01:13:29.723+08:00" And from the heavens the angelic hosts came. They were bourne with wings of the softest gold and skin of the harshest silver. They were the Shar'dhal , created to guide mankind towards his destiny. "Book of Judas 3:16, Dead Sea Scrolls AD 56 The ruling party of the Shar'dhal had been shaken by the Lacan incident. The man who dared challenge God's Chosen Ones. He single handedly wiped out almostErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1156779173816276842006-08-28T23:21:00.000+08:002006-08-28T23:32:53.826+08:00"I lied, I never ran out of paint, I just wanted to continue painting forever."The life of a man named Lacan and countless others."She was so beautiful. Her lightly brown hair that caught the sun as she tossed her hair back. Her eyes, crystalline and clear, they had such compassion in them, it made you feel as if nothing could go wrong when she was around."These were the last thoughts of Lacan asErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1156359482645164392006-08-24T02:42:00.000+08:002006-08-24T02:58:02.673+08:00-Reflections-Anger, a part of me still rages deep down inside. My resolve in keeping it under control has been strong but each time I have a brush off with my father, it just brings my resolve down to my knees. Like a blade of grass in a howling wind, I hold my own but my emotions sways with abandon. What is it that I am angry at? His ill hidden pretense at caring? His indifference towards me Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1154207363042646922006-07-30T04:56:00.000+08:002006-07-30T05:09:23.066+08:00Bitter and sore.A night of reverie ends up leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Revenge may be sweet, but to me, it seems like no points gained but two points lost. Blame it on my ego, but it seems that I have never truly learnt the art of indifference. The pangs of serving sweet justice won over and I ended up looking like some jester, juvenile and jackass all rolled into one. Then again, a brush Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1152120826678721512006-07-06T01:25:00.001+08:002006-07-06T01:41:27.420+08:00-Contemplations-Love is many a thing and comes with many a form.My love is selfish and jealous as they come.Difficult to accept that I am not the only one, pensive is the heart.Yet, my love is also desperate, holding on by every mean.They say if its true love its free, freely do the love they give.But yet no Saint am I, not a Saint I am meant to be.Therefore a jealous lover will I be, be it true Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1152120875284082802006-07-06T01:25:00.000+08:002006-07-06T01:34:35.286+08:00-Contemplations-Love is many a thing and comes with many a form, my love is selfish and jealous.Difficult to accept that I am not the only one, morose is the heart.Yet, my love is also desperate, hanging on like life's dependance.They say if its true love its free, freely do the love they give.But yet no Saint am I, not a Saint I am meant to be.Therefore a jealous lover will I be, be it true loveErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1151810911265315702006-07-02T11:25:00.000+08:002006-07-02T11:28:31.276+08:00Upon the night winds where we strode, was the first time I wished that a moment never left. I will keep it under lock and key, for no matter what comes next, let what must come be.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1151586339846512622006-06-29T21:05:00.000+08:002006-06-29T21:05:39.923+08:00Take my hands oh Bringer of Light, waltzing me through the Land of Blight. Eternal fires burning bright, dance with Devil through the night.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1151525052415604832006-06-29T03:57:00.000+08:002006-06-29T04:04:12.426+08:00We live, we cry, we laugh, we die.The smiles are quick to go and the tears are slow to dry.Struggle to find meaning and confusion's easy to arrive.The simpleton who's content and the genius who's misplaced.Paradoxal emotions run abound, simplicity's a treat.Alas, if only a manual to life content be found.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1151506873008199532006-06-28T22:27:00.000+08:002006-06-28T23:01:13.020+08:00I know i shouldn't but I have.I know i should but I did not.History repeats itself once again,Falling when I should have never,Love ya.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1150484615245443562006-06-17T03:01:00.000+08:002006-06-17T03:06:19.356+08:00Love is akin to a rainbow. You know it will not last, you can't help but stop, mesmerised in all its scantilliating glory.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1150047727101227652006-06-12T01:41:00.000+08:002006-06-12T01:42:07.116+08:00If a reality exists that holds us togeher, let me be whisked away and never to return.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1149140857306824422006-06-01T13:36:00.000+08:002006-06-01T13:47:37.320+08:00The past revisited.A peek however small,towards the past it draws.A picture; a fragment,Memories held dormant.I would have given up the world then to be with you, I would have sacrificed my life for you. I would have done anything to bring a smile. And yet it wasnt to be. Not yet.Fate which binds draws us apart. It drew us apart once, how so very very far and yet, like a twisted puppet master, Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1142770545797714412006-03-19T19:39:00.000+08:002006-03-19T20:15:46.720+08:00http://www.faqs.org/faqs/dreams-faq/lucid-dreaming-faq/Lucid dreams, interesting. Me, being the curious ferret I am tried it out as soon as I read it. Astonishing results, considering that it was my first attempt and a half assed attempt at that.I have been studying about dreams for a while so a few of the techniques for inducing it made sense to me. Following some of the techniques featured, I Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1142699205566935542006-03-19T00:01:00.000+08:002006-03-19T00:29:15.576+08:00Hello blog, hows it been. Feeling lonely out here? Me too.Life, many a great philosopher have pondered over it. Greater meanings, life after death. In fact I seriously suspect religion was created sorely due to the insecurity towards life. The fragility, the futility of life. Oh how am I guilty of this..I create a whirlwind of activity around myself, I plan my futures, work crazy long hours, do Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1136375817424357192006-01-04T19:48:00.000+08:002006-01-04T19:56:57.433+08:00This is turning out to be a dark year. Lets hope that its only a rocky start. Why do we always conceptualise our own version of the world, then try to bend the world around it? This is usually fine, dreams and aspirations but when two persons with two different versions of how the world should be, you get issues. When both refuses to yield, you get a war, or a divorce. Meh.My knuckles are turningErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1129173882891052792005-10-13T11:12:00.000+08:002005-10-13T11:24:42.896+08:00The end of a long road travelled together. From the first game i played when ernest brought me in, to the distatrous second game i had as last man, to the changing of the team to what it is today. We have been called the red team the 3-5-2 team or the Real Mandrid team. We have gotten trashed, more often then i would have liked but we have had our moments of glory too.You gave me the opportunity Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1128011442876077792005-09-30T00:18:00.000+08:002005-09-30T00:30:42.886+08:00 Been sometime since i written, but as usual, that can only mean that my life actually managed to be peaceful for once. As again, have had many thoughts but they seem so slippery, like fishies. Cant seem to gather them in 1 spot and just write them down. Comes and goes away as the day goes by. Oh well. Started to take up some form of reading, amazing how short my concentration span is right now. Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1126747250381277012005-09-15T09:18:00.000+08:002005-09-15T09:20:50.386+08:00Some speak of the past and all that could have been,yet others speak of the future and what it may be.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1123270176558938562005-08-06T03:28:00.000+08:002005-08-06T03:29:36.563+08:00Woo hoo, i think im in love again. Took my bike out to JB for a good run and some nice cheap petrol. I think i was born to ride. The feeling is just so awesome! But as my bike is a puny 2b bike, the vibrations are baaad. Need to get a pair of gloves. Any sponsors out there!Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1122700664763151162005-07-30T13:15:00.000+08:002005-07-30T13:17:44.766+08:00I do not always get happy posts in my blog but this again is a happy post!Man am i on a lucky streak or what. Took my Bike Tp on 27/07/2005, i am never the kind who really gets nervous before tests or anything, but as i was waiting for the man in white to wave me off, my right leg was actually trembling!Long story short, i managed to just pass with 18 points ( 2 more points and it would have beenErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1121437613020547782005-07-15T22:07:00.000+08:002005-07-15T22:36:39.023+08:00Amazing how simple sentences turn into classics, "It is very sunny here" from CPL Yap Peng Koon (2IC) will forever be etched into history on this day. I had decided to call off our Ubin exercise but due to this now famous sentence from CPL Yap, we ventured forth into the unknown.Finishing our overrated Nasi Lemak at Changi Village Hawker, we proceeded to the ferry terminal. By the, the friendly Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1119657218116570012005-06-25T07:44:00.000+08:002005-06-25T07:53:38.120+08:00You know, I really wished that the people around you were wrong and I was right. But it was not to be. I tried being as good a mentor, friend and brother to you as best as i can be, but it appears that one's best is not good enough for you. Your help i appreciate and while you could not see the things that had been done for you too, it is fine, for there are no measures to count as such.If you Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1119022477041429402005-06-17T23:34:00.000+08:002005-06-17T23:34:37.040+08:00Effervescence personified,If you had a metaphor,You would have been a bubble everlasting.Sailing upon Nature's whispers,Floating light and free.Colors of the Rainbow held captive,Captivated as only I can be.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1117214565150651572005-05-28T01:16:00.000+08:002005-05-28T01:22:45.156+08:00If one day you find that you are standing on the edge. Nothing seperating you from all that you have known and all that you do not and may come to know, but you. What would you do? Would you take the leap into the unknown? Or does the past and memories mean too much? What makes a man? Is a man without a past or a memory any less whole then a man with? Is the past consequential? We are molded by Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1116863506782026232005-05-23T23:25:00.000+08:002005-05-23T23:51:46.800+08:00It feels like im walking through water and swimming through sand. Trying to fly with broken wings. Looking back at these 3 years, its amazing how much personal demons and external obstacles ive had to overcome. I dont know if i have grown from it or not, but im learning to deal with them instead of just running away. These recent spats of family issues have really drained me physically Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1116702602954540562005-05-22T02:57:00.000+08:002005-05-22T03:10:02.960+08:003am and the rain is falling, falling. Went to catch the Man U match agaisnt Arsenal with a couple of my friends at an Arsenal pub. Just me and my fellow man u supporter agaisnt the legion of arsenal fans. Had a couple of babes there too. Woo :) Received a msg out of a blue from someone i havent heard from in ages. Just kinda let our friendship fade away quietly in hope that she will finally Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1115417348318561712005-05-07T05:44:00.000+08:002005-05-07T06:09:08.343+08:00Meh, just realised I have 2 bloody pathetic posts to show for this year. Guess thats good in a way, since i seem to derive with most of my stuff when im in my moody moods anyways. This has been a year of startling revealations, things have a way of unravelling themselves at times. Certain events have happened that i cannot bear to put to words, written or otherwise. I am surprised at how i Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1110385498561676462005-03-10T00:16:00.000+08:002005-03-10T00:24:58.563+08:00Kan zhe kan zhe.. Kan zhe ni hao yao yuan. Ni hao siang jiu shi wo zhe feng kuang shen ming zhong de ning jing. Wo xiang ta lu ning de shi jie, ning xiang ta lu bie ren de shi jie, jiu zhe yang wo zui zhe ni, ni zui zhe ta, bu ting de zai ben pao. Qi shi, zhe yang pao zhe, wo fa xian le, xi huan yi ge ren bing bu xu yao zai ta shi jie li. Neng zhe yang jian bing zhe jian de pao xiang mu biao ye Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1107190185963223922005-02-01T01:29:00.000+08:002005-02-01T00:49:45.963+08:00My 72-hour love affair. Have you ever believed in love at first sight? I didnt. I barely believe in love too. The short moment we met. I fell in love with her and she with me.
You live in a world of negotiable affections,
numbed perhaps, by the mercurial world.
The gift of love, a mere commoditity,
bartered, sullied, no different from meat.
Perhaps you have forgotten what it was once like,
Or Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1104398990229727222004-12-30T17:23:00.000+08:002004-12-30T17:29:50.230+08:00That rain which wouldnt stop, the tears that dosent dry. This pain i cannot hide. The hallowed hollowness rings with sombre overtures, the cries of departed souls wrenched by callous waves. The alpha wields a pointed end, the heart that shatters no one cares. The shroud of bravery that cannot be shed, the mask of madness cannot be shown. A world without pain one tries to seek, a world of Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1100435489677843672004-11-14T20:31:00.000+08:002004-11-15T03:26:24.946+08:00There is this huge tree by the roadside, just like any other tree. I used to admire its beauty, from under its pretty leaves. With the passing of many Novembers, I got swept away by the torrents of adult life. I hurried by the tree each day, without ever saying "hi". Then come one sunny summer, as i stood where I always did. My skin burnt red hot, only for me to realise that the tree's no more. Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1100167284215817062004-11-11T17:55:00.000+08:002004-11-11T18:01:24.216+08:00You have moved on i see. I am left with broken pieces all around me, shattered and lost. I know i should be happy for you and shake your hands with a smile. But when i saw you that day, it was tears that i was holding back. I want to just look forward and carry on, but my strength seems to have forsaken me. The weight of the memories i carry seems so heavy, and yet i hold on to them like some Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1098826140755501022004-10-27T05:10:00.000+08:002004-10-27T05:29:00.756+08:00Weird. Was lying in bed and for no apparant reason, starting reminiscing about the days where i worked in Mac Donalds in secondary 2. It was prolly one of most memorable periods of my life. It was then when i remembered her, and how much i still missed her.
No, this is not gonna turn out to be some soppy love story alright? Pfft.
There was this girl, Cassandra. When i first saw her my heart racedErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1097941167538149792004-10-16T22:38:00.000+08:002004-10-16T23:39:27.536+08:00Reflections. What is it about a wound so deep that it still feels so painful after so long? The memories are still so clear, as if it only happened yesterday. Contradictions. The trying times that i got carried along, the crazy times, and yet it seems so hard to just forget and move on. Memories can sometimes be such a curse, maybe it would be great to just lose my memory and carry on with life.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1097045145804227042004-10-06T14:39:00.000+08:002004-10-09T22:37:44.666+08:00Injustice. If anything, this world reeks of it. There will always be injustice, its a matter of personal perception. If something does not go according to your wishes you view it as an injustice. So im just gonna be a selfish ass today and talk about injustice from my point of view.
Well, if being ruled and bossed around by some pompous ass around my age aint injustice, i dont know what it is. IErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1094865605634611702004-09-11T09:09:00.000+08:002004-09-11T09:20:05.633+08:00September 11. Its been 2 years. The date marred forever by the senseless violence of man. As i dropped a rose into the sea on this day last year, i remembered thinking about the feeling of loss. My uncle, an uncle i remembered so vividly even though he departed from this world when i was 5. Its been what? 15 years? I still cannot forget the day. Every tiny detail, every emotion felt, it still Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1091859410793077922004-08-07T14:08:00.000+08:002004-08-08T00:42:48.823+08:00Sat under the stars on an open hill. I remembered how we used to the same.
I remember how we first met, just brushing past,
not knowing the path that lay ahead.
I remember how i first held you in a magical dance,
not knowing the sparks we would create.
I remember how i longed to see you so,
not knowing that you felt the same.
I remember how you surprised me with a kiss,
not knowing how that Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1090149487052656202004-07-18T19:16:00.000+08:002004-07-18T19:18:07.053+08:00A second to experience, a lifetime to not forget.
Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1087815338330139122004-06-21T18:55:00.000+08:002005-05-07T05:37:36.436+08:00You are the blue moonlight. You are peaceful and serene, kind and loving. Your heart never stears you wrong. You let out uncertainess with tears, and you let out fear with light. The blue light means distance. You are afraid to get to close to people. You have been betrayed once before and can't do it again. Your dream job could consist of a counsler or a traveler. You love humanity and lonlinessErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-108688675814506232004-06-11T00:47:00.000+08:002004-06-11T01:00:28.066+08:0020 years, too many a year for me to become a man. Too long to live in a life of self obession, too long being the child fighting not to grow up, too long to rebel agaisnt order, too long for allowing the prejudice to seethe, too long to fail to see what is important, too long to discover the faults within myself.
20 years, too short for the memories to fade, too short to learn from my mistakes, Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1085854200305254632004-05-30T02:07:00.000+08:002004-05-30T02:10:00.306+08:00The drizzle of the autumn leaves, the silent sway of the snowflake tango, the incandesce of summer's glory and the gentle sigh of spring. The seasons that goes by, memories that fades. Hold on to what's dear, and never never let go... Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1085662908747931392004-05-27T20:52:00.000+08:002004-05-27T21:01:48.746+08:00You are but a ripple in the ocean of destiny.
The moon and the sun idle by even with you gone.
The place you hold in our memories,
Age vanquishes without mercy.
We must all come to pass,
Who have we been, what have we done.
We will come to pass.
Bye WeiYang.
Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1078081001624734682004-03-01T02:56:00.000+08:002004-03-01T02:59:36.780+08:00The tides of sadness are like the falling of rain. The first few drops have you running and hiding under shelters. Then it just engulfs you and entraps you in all its melodramatic fury. The sun always comes out after every rain, and you will walk again out in the open without hesitation, until the next downpour that is.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1076431364846084772004-02-11T00:42:00.000+08:002004-02-11T00:45:13.090+08:00Where does your heart reside?
Where do your dreams take off?
Do they reach out towards the heavens,
Or do you keep them close to you?
Are you one who stays close to your abode?
Or are you one who races beyond the reaches of man?
Do you cling on to reality,
Or do you abandon all for the American dream?
Look at what is around you,
Treasure what is dear to you.
Chase your dreams,
Keep close to Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1075059818126303702004-01-26T03:43:00.000+08:002004-01-26T03:45:44.716+08:00The world laughs at the deranged man who is lost in his own mind, and yet the man laughs at us for living in this harsh world called reality.
Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1074968763330198272004-01-25T02:26:00.000+08:002004-02-08T09:43:31.700+08:00I have a heart and yet I cant feel,
Eyes and yet sight has forsaken me.
Does a new beginning always come with an end?
Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1074337855016638062004-01-17T19:10:00.000+08:002004-01-17T19:13:35.576+08:00How you ever felt like you are but a mere spectator looking upon this game the world revovles around. They gave the game a name. They call it "life". Everyone finds themselves a little niche in this place we call the Earth. Some are contented, some are not, Man has put faith in himself to be the pinnacle of evolution. What are we? I ask. Are we not but merely another species placed upon the EarthErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1074171923064194912004-01-15T21:05:00.000+08:002004-01-15T21:07:15.920+08:00Eseis aristeros schisimo mesa dikos mou kardia,
etsi ekeinos eseis boulisi pote eimai lismono.
The tear you left, im drowned.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1073936336834290182004-01-13T03:38:00.000+08:002004-02-08T09:43:14.576+08:00A man handed a girl a box. This box contains everything you always wanted to know, he says. Open it if you like. The girl opened the box and saw the evils of the world. Her heart broke, she cried and cried. She lost her sight and became blind. The man handed her another box. This box contains everything you never wanted to hear. The girl opened the box, determined to know everything others said Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1073922124564487342004-01-12T23:42:00.000+08:002004-01-12T23:44:24.210+08:00Threads of fate that seemingly binds us all together,
And yet fate which binds, tears apart too.
The cacophony of voices of man,
Sings out the symphony we call "life"
Does the meaning of life come from the tapestry fate weaves,
The symphony that men themselves sing?
Is it all but a recursive repercussion of man itself?Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1073744412671446812004-01-10T22:20:00.000+08:002004-01-10T22:20:46.970+08:00Like the scent that lingers,
Long after the waltz that ends.
Like the bittersweet aftertaste,
Of the finest chocolate.
You linger on in my mind,
Your touch and your essense.
Why does it haunt me so?Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1073318886218172432004-01-06T00:08:00.000+08:002004-01-09T01:13:04.550+08:00In Christianity, Man was made in the image of God, therein lies the ego of man.
In Buddhism, Man became Gods, therein lies the dreams of man.
In Atheism, there is no God, therein lies the delusion of man.
In Existentialism, there is no meaning to life, therein lies the disillusionism of man.
In Religion, therein lies the fralities of man.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1072496838657263362003-12-27T11:47:00.000+08:002003-12-27T11:47:34.846+08:00She paints your world a vibrant yellow,
She sings away your gloomy blues,
She draws your silent breath away.
Like the rainbow that comes,
After every downpour,
Reminding you of the beauty of life.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1072299241844397992003-12-25T04:54:00.000+08:002003-12-25T04:54:17.360+08:00Over yonder in the Northern poles,
The silver storm rages,
And the Carol sings.
A kiss sets passions asunder,
Under the enchanted mistletoe green.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1071609914420896702003-12-17T05:25:00.000+08:002003-12-17T05:25:28.230+08:00Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear to be bright. Until you hear them speakErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1071165852624853452003-12-12T02:04:00.000+08:002003-12-14T02:32:29.116+08:00A boy stood at the top of the world,
He views down upon it with a forlorn heart.
He watches with jaded and weary eyes.
Heart locked and key lost,
Closing the gates to his very soul.
He turns his back on the world,
His heart bleeds and he tears.
Tears which streaks down the mountains,
The mountains cry with him,
The winds carries his sorrows.
The stark coldness of winters,
The jilted beauty of Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1071164366213912432003-12-12T01:39:00.000+08:002003-12-14T02:32:38.273+08:00An architect's sprawling work,
Spread across the sky upon foundations.
Foundations of dreams and fleeting fancy,
Of things that wasn't,
Of things that never may be.
It is good to dream...
Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1071077537388155272003-12-11T01:32:00.000+08:002003-12-11T01:35:48.963+08:00Heres a post thats not a piece of my work, hey whats a blog without some entries reflecting my real life happenings right!
Just got back from church camp as with any camps, a mandatory hot shower and 8 hour sleep upon arrival from home was greatly appreciated. Then food, good food.
Camp was great overall, main reason for joining this time was because of the theme. Science and religion. Been Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1070728517924440652003-12-07T00:35:00.000+08:002003-12-07T00:35:28.933+08:00Time,
It slips through the wake of humanity,
Like sand,
It slips through the fingers,
Fingers of lovers, of matyrs, of kings,
And of humanity.
It dosent wait, it dosent look back.
Like a deer set free upon the medows,
It sprints forth and is never found again.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1070220078977663752003-12-01T03:21:00.000+08:002003-12-01T03:35:07.023+08:00The path of a falling star,
It streaks a burning trail across my weary heart.
Ambers buried by the ashes of time ignites,
Scorching the mind with memories once thought gone.
Echoes of recollections rings out,
Resonates across the recesses of my inner soul.
Happiness an elusive wanton for ages past,
Returns to me but will it last...
Oh btw, wanna say a few words to my terrorists buddies. You Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1070132167580480262003-11-30T02:56:00.000+08:002003-11-30T03:02:14.640+08:00eLeanore: haha maybe he bore the grudge for 16 years thats why we never got along
Denewbie: haha i hink u both did la
Denewbie: dont u
Denewbie: haha we all quarrel with our parebts at times dont we
eLeanore: i hated him for what he did
Denewbie: i hated some pple for wat they did wat they did to me too
eLeanore: and i still hate him
Denewbie: then one day GOd asked me
Denewbie: Y do u hate me?Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1070055394539519712003-11-29T05:36:00.001+08:002003-11-29T05:36:43.703+08:00The limping past of the hollow winds,
Memories it carries, tears it dries.
I see the deceit behind the smiles,
I do not want to believe,
I do not want to think.
I remember the times of the past,
The chases of the fair,
The exuburence of youth yonder.
I saw the different paths,
Yet i see the same destination.
And yet i couldnt see,
See past the facade that it is.
The pieces do not match,
It does Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1070055371053728322003-11-29T05:36:00.000+08:002003-11-29T05:36:33.440+08:00I hear the rhythm of the world throbbing,
It is neverending, never slowing.
The pulse it carries in your blood,
The sense of wanderlust it brings.
I walked the lands of the earth,
Its lustous and seductive splendor draws me.
The whispers of the passing wind,
The secrets of the earth it brings.
I saw the passing of time,
Its relentless march forward.
The herald of good news,
The harbinger of Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1070055352844921092003-11-29T05:35:00.000+08:002003-11-29T05:36:01.986+08:00There's always this little girl,
hoping to spend every precious moment in this lovely cottage with the one she loves,
The twinkling of the distant stars,
smeared across the heavens like diamonddust,
watching her embraced in his arms.
The winds encompasses them strolling down the beach, with waves encircling their warm embrace.
The sunsets and the sunrises,
lost under their watchful gaze
IfErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0