the tree; my life

The Tree of Life

by melvin (the persona)

(picture taken in april '08 singapore - sentosa)

My ears hear that of restless trees,

the wind howls gently on the flowers,

never shall it fall,

never shall it call.

Up I look to the nearing-tangerine sky,

as it I yearn for some answers in my endearing life .

The rustling I heard resembles a familiar sound,

for it resembles the agony and troubles befall upon me,

every limb seemed to reach for the sky,

reaching out for a help in need.

Crimson leaves falling to red-lipped flowers,

fallen "hopes" slowly float down to join the other solitaries.

Looking for answers in the smallest of bugs,

wondering how they truly make their sweetest of sound,

I fear swirling down into my self-created abyss,

not knowing I've fallen into,

chanting and living in fear for the bitter worst.

Walking slowly among the golden leaves and towering "flowers",

glancing my eyes up to meet that of the great tangerine sky.

Lying on this bed of amber leaves,

eyes glaring up at the cool-scarlet sky,

the crown of gold sits upon the trees,

as I triangle-d afar my aging fingers,for the searing beam of light.

A smile eclipse upon and finally I close my eyes to hear the rustles,

bees take their leave and say their last adieu to my gentle flowers.

So as I tried all my might reaching out for the sky,

Sights,

Sounds,

and thoughts of the past amassing my mind.

And the last sound I hear is that of my peaceful tree.

This poem was composed, by utilising summer imageries to affectionately display the persona's wheel of life; his struggle for survival, on April 29th, 2008.

:- if only it comes in a pair

Songbirds

by melvin (the persona)

(picture taken in dec '05 europe - west germany trip)

Flakes of snow glisten

as the sun shines down

the bitter wind blows cold

and the song birds frown

winter is here

and summer is gone

the song birds remain silent

all winter long

walking down alone

with only the winds howling through my bone

like the song birds, with companion till death parts

all winter long

summer warmth shall they wait

so they can sing lovely songs

they wait for summer

all winter long

Alone, I waited for summer that long

with only lovely songs echoing along

my footprints remain a pair

only to grieve with great despair

finally summer is here

and the birds sing their songs

they have waited for summer

all winter long

never will i hear the love songs

as i cease from this heartless abyss

leaving me in the cold with no wrongs

and no love begins from anybody's axis

This poem was composed, by making use of the winter imageries and its associate links of the mythical songbirds, to accentuate the persona's loneliness, on April 3rd, 2008.