:- Up on the Mountain

Up on the mountain

by melvin (the persona)

(award-winning picture taken in nov' 04 south new zealand - christchurch: random shots along the roadtrip)

Up on a mountain
Reaching for the sky,
I've accomplished
More than meets the eye.

The mountain stands mighty
Majestic as it always be
Standing in nonchalance
With foliage and fauna bowing to its awe.

With only seasons
Making changes to its appearance
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Only the hues of warmth can I sense its clear presence.

I peeked through my glasses
With seams of light puncturing my sight
Stealing glances on and off
Awed myself with both beauty and masculine height.

And up on the mountain
Overseeing the far and near sights
With distinctive dots of civilisations across the horizon
Clouds of hopes and dreams are never fleeting even till the nights.

Up on a mountain
Reaching for the sky,
I have accomplished
More than meets my eye.

This poem was composed to amplify the spectacular awes of physical beauty; in this case a normal-looking common mountain. Pure imaginations were channeled into this creation to deliver accurate sights and feels of being on the top of the mountain.

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.

:- getting passionate

Passionate

by melvin (the persona)

(picture taken on a random night of '07)

Dip your finger in my bittersweet honey

one by one

glistening cherry-like buttons

slip it apart

at lip's gentle touch

tread the tender yet curvature mountain path

at slope of dewfall

your thumb will sculpt out

the clam-shell contour of my ear

I turn my face to your

sweet-scented lustful palm

pressing it tightly to my mouth

sorrow melts away eternally

like the ink of the squid in crystal blue water

your sweat and sauce forms a pool in my navel

(how great and intense can it be)

or my tear falls, turning through space

to splash

like a sigh on your skin

there is no other tomorrows

which dawns glows in insanity pink

there is only flooded heartbeats in union --

and fusion

this poem was randomly composed, in one of the persona's 3am sensual nights, on Jan 1st, 2008.

:- leaving it in absolute darkness

In This City

by melvin (the persona)

(picture taken in july '07 thailand - bangkok trip)

Imagine this

Silence fills the weary night

No music to serenade while the crows slumber

The stars shine dimmer here

In the city of no return

Where children starve

And alcohol impairs the addicted

Where drugs rule the sullied streets

And innocence is stolen away

Darkness reigns this city

Light casts more darkness; shadows

Where the cruel hides away

With their deceits and lies

Hope is lost so quickly

In this filthy city of the broken

Where even the cry and groan of children

Are quieted and ignored

Where even the most talented

Are shunned and their dreams crushed

Hate rules this city

Love is forgotten so hastily

Revenge burns their hearts

Splitting up so many more

With deaths of the pure

And killings of the wrongly accused

In this city where everything burns

Even these words burn to ashes

And blow away in the wind

This poem was composed, to discuss about vices being rampant in metropolitans, and how it can impale civilisations, on Dec 26th, 2007.

:- let the whites do the talking

The Mountain to the Pine

by Clarence Hawkes

(picture taken in dec '05 europe - switzerland, jungfourjouh trip)

THOU tall, majestic monarch of the wood,
That standeth where no wild vines dare to creep,
Men call thee old, and say that thou hast stood
A century upon my rugged steep;
Yet unto me thy life is but a day,
When I recall the things that I have seen, ---
The forest monarchs that have passed away
Upon the spot where first I saw thy green;
For I am older than the age of man,
Or all the living things that crawl or creep,
Or birds or air, or creatures of the deep;
I was the first dim outline of God's plan:
Only the waters of the restless sea
And the infinite stars in heaven are old to me.


The poem was selected, as it aptly illustrates the snow-capped physical beauties of mother nature.

:- the walk of one's life

Walking till dusk

by melvin (the persona)

(picture taken in dec '04 new zealand - christchurch trip)

If only things were that simple,
to cruise through life smelling roses;
but the obstructions worsen the meadow fields,
and we unwittingly crush them beneath our soles.

Dreams sustain us through the madness;
goals give a finish line to our race.
Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,
and remain elusive throughout our paces.

Mistakes are made, and regrets are our baggage;
we will drag the burdens with us to slow us down.
Victories are just flashes of glams, sudden and unlasting, which allow us
to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends.

Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that hold us.
Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.
People whom we love sculpt our destinies and strengths,
yet leave us so cold and alone in the darkness.

There are others trying to race with the wind and to the end;
occasionally, we bump into one or two.
The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely
but eventually, we lose each other in the dark.

Alone is not a bad way it seems;
it clears your muddle-head and focuses you on the journey.
Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have,
but be prepared to walk alone till dusk.

This poem was composed locally, based on an inspiration of the long endless road picture (as shown above), which resembles the persona's singular never-ending life journey, on Dec 13th, 2007.