Valentine
lovers be in fear!
coming of a time where love gifts thine of nothing but tears,
nears.
lovers loved so blind !
chaining the writhe of doubts for thy rush to indulge unkind,
binds.
Lovers love with lies!
thy faith in sweetness the bliss of youthful weakness unwise,
dies
Lovers thus behold!
All thee held reasons to joy reaps unworthy much sow of toil, told
is woe.
..and red in rage, and the heat in hades seem pale to match it's pace,
and so the people spurge like it does not hurt , for shame is to be second or third..
and unruly they come, like if the race runs, everything here that is done
at them they hint , whose days are green, of superiority by their grin
transcend out, and the intend is just to see yourself. See the body that we cannot see. See the ugliness that otherwise is not possible. To know your own as something else, to know the familiar as someone else. We need to do that . Especially in this place,... here in singapore. We need to see ourselves for the shame that we are, the self-righteous claiming hypocrite . The snob and the arrogance. The ignorant and the selfish. The self centered and the coward.
this is a very serious need
he who felt greater than flesh, felt a mortal fear. A black of emotions and breath. A black on the love of life. Upon the love of life lies the truth in petals bed....and they chant it's name "sin". And the idols dancers claim the absolute as a beginning. Indeed, if the end is not a beginning what else is there? Nothing.
The end of death is to not give new life. We can end sorrow. We can defeat the gods. Where there are no more lessers, no one shall be god.
