Spectator

I see... walking across the road
Two entwined passions
a dance shared by two.
A smile spread over my face.

My haunting demons taunt me.
Wasn't that She whom you loved
that now she walks with another
that you are left alone

I don't care at all.
I congratulate their passion
Love, it gladdens my heart
I will bless them gladly.

Hypocrite! Hypocrite!
Where was the jealous boy?
who drank fully from the cup of crushed sour grapes.
when his secondary school flame was
being chatted with by a
handsome man?
Hypocrite! Liar! Blasphemer!

Much words can whirl around my head.
They can cut into my heart,
chilling it.

But I laugh it off and sip joy from their passion.
There is greater love and I have been touched by it.
Go girl, be blessed and be happy.

While i retire into this greater Love i have found.

***

I see... a whirlwind in man.
My friend has turned tempest
Estranged, emasculated, enraged
he swings around, screaming his pain
these fearsome lightning bolts fizzle out.
His tormentors are not judged and feel right.
'Tis sad that his friends are his very tormentors.
from his lips, lava flows freely like an artery severed.
No man should, in trying times be without a friend
but he has no one to offer a balm for his wounds.
no nurse to sooth them with kisses or kindness.
the storm flood his insides with despairing rain.
He wishes to die and lay down and the world
would collapse with his fall, his desolation.
His eyes are blinded by his own fury.
The hailstones he let loose has
crushed his own eyes. He
does not see Love. In
suffering, who can
endure without
superhuman
love?

Love is patient, kind and not jealous. Love is not boastful or proud. Love is never irritable, it keeps no record of being wronged, and it rejoices when the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful and always endures. Love will last forever.

-Paul of Tarsus' letter to the people of Corinth.

A sonnet for our Gideon

Gideon Chew Ming Kai, the very best pal.
In his actions, 'geelo' maliciousness,
Die-hard God fearing man/hare, (who cares?)
Every bit of him, gentlemanly-ness.
Oi girls, why haven't you went for him?
No one like him is of the crop, cream.

But don't think I or Gideon are gay.
It's just that he is a fantastic hare
Really morally and steady one 'kay?
That guy really shows us all christ-like care
Heaven knows we had how much HAs and Hos.
Dude, for your birthday i draw out my pen
All i have poetry, this I crow.
Yay, you can go lead your 300 men



*alrighty Fleetpaw, that's your birthday sonnet. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Well, I couldn't think of anything more meaningful to contribute to your possibly heavy stack of presents. (I could give you a chinese bible but...) So for your birthday, I give you a certain gift of time, effort and lameness(some people think it flows out naturally from me, trust me, it takes a little hard work).

I give you your very own birthday sonnet. it's not exactly shakespeare, but take what you can get huh? God bless my hare-y *laughs* buddy.

From Itchypaw.

Message from Heaven

Some things in life are bad
and they really make you mad.
It makes you want to shout out for your dad.

The clock bell strikes with a Ding
and you see all them queueing
with three guitars to give you a beating.

And... Don't just give me a 'sian' look my friend...
just because this isn't the final end...
bad times it's yourself that you want to hang...
So endure your pain just like a man...

When you fall down a steep slope
and cling on to some desperate hope
with your screw-ups you just cannot cope.

When your worlds just all cave in
and footballs you keep missin'
you wished you could have just slept in

The frothing beast called Anger
in your life it is a big hurdle
rises, turns your insides to curdle

And...Kick back and relax a little friend...
Don't be so hasty to get to your end...
When you're pressured to your certain death...
Just before you draw your terminal breath...

When things are jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
That God gave you the only Son he had
So give us all a little grin
and forget all your past sin.
He died to save you from a certain Death.

And... kick back and relax a little friend...
You don't have a life that's hard to mend...
at least your life's ain't got much of a dent...
that you have to live in the S-bend... [S is for 'siao']

At least you shot two hoops
and you had a little whoop
compared to it, so what's a little poop?

So come on man cheer up!
At least you have the Father, Spirit, Son.
It's worse at the pit you know!