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Friday, February 18, 2005

Rhapsody for a Rose.

I don't want to hold you and feel so helpless
I don't want to smell you and lose my senses
And smile in slow motion
With eyes in love

The pitiful rose could barely lift her head; perhaps the most beautiful of roses are kept in pretty porcelain pots away from cupid’s avalanches. “Oh, my defective thorns!” she exclaimed simply.

Red was hardly the colour of the season; or perhaps it just never suited her well.

posted by voyeur @ 2/18/2005 02:29:00 AM

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

asleep on the sunbeam (and no longer dreaming).

An ardent lover, someone once called me. But what good is it if these red flagged fanaticisms only lead me to chase dreams meant for the broken hearted, leaving myself more brutally scarred than ever? It is all good perhaps, if I were to pursue lofty ones that could possibly materialize, transforming amorphous mist loops into a ready loving heart in my palm; but here I am, running after those that lead me nowhere, like a ship sailing towards the never -ending horizon before finally reaching a darkened dead end (but one never sees and therefore never knows, so often they say). So I pack my bags once more, resolving never to star gaze nor chase these elusive rainbows; que sera sera, whatever will be will be.

Turn down the lights
Turn down the bed
Turn down these voices
inside my head

Lay down with me
Tell me no lies
Just hold me close,
don't patronize

Don't patronize me

Cause I can't make you love me
if you don't
You can't make your heart feel
something it won't
Here in the dark
in these final hours
I will lay down my heart
And I'll feel the power
but you won't
No, you won't
Cause I can't make you love me
if you don't

I'll close my eyes
then I won't see
the love you don't feel
when you're holding me

Morning will come
and I'll do what's right
just give me till then
to give up this fight
and I will give up this fight

posted by voyeur @ 2/15/2005 11:30:00 PM

Monday, February 14, 2005

Valentine's Day

wasn't a particularly happy one- sent gen off this evening, and i feel strangely empty. I'm beginning to really dislike the airport. too many memories, too many sad ones. I suppose they begin to be sad when you compare your relationships with those people before and after such departures- it changes with distance, as much as i'd hate to admit it. It's how we manage the different degrees of change that makes the difference i suppose. On retrospect, perhaps today wasn't too bad, besides having to nurse the fever and wait an hour at the doctor's. I got to spend a good two hours with my girlfriend at Changi- talking, as the trail of orange lights along the roads led us along. I think, it is only during these moments that one realises what truly matters, or perhaps, what could make us happy. or happier. She's found certainty in what she wants in life, or at least, for the next few years; I have found certainty in what i want to achieve, and where my heart lies. (for now).

I can't answer how, or why, but there are some things in life one just knows. Time may change a bit of each of us, but the heart knows. and when the heart knows, the heart waits. and hopes.

Here's another for You.

It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
It's just the nearness of you

It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no
It's just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true

I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you

It's such a relief that Valentine's is nearly over somehow.

posted by voyeur @ 2/14/2005 11:09:00 PM