:- if ever lasting love exists

Holding you tight

by melvin (the persona)

(picture taken on a random day of '06 singapore - pulau ubin)

Hold me tight, under the sweet kisses of the sunset

let God's reds and oranges hues soothe your eyes

with blues and purples of seduction raging our fieries

like this is all a dream.

Hold me tight, under the tender kisses of the sunset

peck-a-gentle of your affections into my heart

kiss me while i glee with sweetness

walk my silk-clad shirt off my rugged shoulders.

Hold me tight, under the passionate kisses of the sunset

hear me chuckle as I whisper words of the untold

scent me profoundly like you have never did before

taste me passionately as you do the same-

staring deep into my eyes.

Hold me tight, under the adoring kisses of the sunset

walk me down to the crescent reflective bay

I don't mind; with you it could be anywhere

where it is only you and I

making this dream a come-true.

Hold me tight, as the moon ushers its way

echo my name, scream for me

and let me hear you at every corners of my world

light me up like all those years ago.

Hold me tight, while the day is coming to its end

I whisper to you as you close your eyes

I give you my last living kiss as you bid me goodbye

silently.

This poem was composed to align sunset beauty with lasting love, a love nearing its end when the night ushers its way in, on June 18th, 2008.

:- seeing "it" in a different spectrum

Why do we fear death when we know it is unavoidable?


'When I have fears that I may cease to be'
by John Keats (1795 - 1821)

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon how night's starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love-then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

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Death is inevitable.

Life and death is like a spinning wheel. An onwards, ongoing revelation of unpredictable happenings. We celebrate birth with joy. And yet, we weep sorrowfully for death. Similar to a water mill, the water wheel will continue to spin with the presence of water. The spinnning action will cease when there is no on-flowing of the water (the presence of drought); and that clearly resembles and reflects on the begins of our death.

The fear for death should be embraced with much sense of consolation. We should live everyday to the fullest and warmly usher the gift of our tomorrow, our future. Every day, the sight of dawn warms our heart and console us with the clear signifance of the golden words, "We have survive for another day".

Indeed, life is exceptionally short. With only 24 hours a day and 3600 seconds per hour, we have to learn (eventually) how to organise and maximise our limited time span. Have we even consider the time taken, to keep our heart and soul in absolute solitude?

And yes, death awaits us. It is lurking at every crevices of our lives. Whether you like it or not, a twisted plan of God wil land you up in the forth dimension; awaiting judgement. The balancing scales between charity and misdeed.

Embracing rationalism and applying such notion may seems to be a laborious task to some. Optimism shall be. Pessimism may be. Each of us are given the entity, the right to make such life choice. Being optimistic will get you far, but at the expense of your realism. Pessimism works the otherwise.

To all, the connotation for death is melancholic. It is a communal taboo to speak or discuss about death, even in the advanced millennium.

I tried to see death in a fantasy manner. The presence of angels descending from the heavenly dimension, and extending their petite-size arms to me, in hope to receive death in a glorious manner. I welcome their presence wholesomely. A living life is precious. Doing or engaging in things, which we derived joy and pleasure, satisfy and balance out our emotional equation on the fear of death and happiness.

So... what are you waiting for?