Monday, June 28, 2004


Perhaps stars are just whispers
blown away by lonesome hearts
Perhaps wind is just a whimper
of an old quiet bard
Perhaps sunlight is a golden broom
that sweeps the dusty doors of time
and winter is but a requiem
that ring in old London town
Perhaps sand is all our memories
that steals across our dreamy lives
Perhaps seas are only tides of change
that cleanse our souls of dust

Copyright©2004 Benedict Goh

Friday, June 25, 2004

seagulls call out
to the brisk breezes of sunset
the breath of the sea must
send waves of untamed temper
on lonesome vessels
where the sky meets the sea
the clouds seem to weep
the fisherman's eternal sleep

Copyright©2004 Benedict Goh

Sunday, June 20, 2004

been there, on the high road
now sinking low
on a rocky boat
isn't it a fallacy
to believe in tomorrow
where you don't even know
what day it is now?
been there, doing the same
old usual mundane packing
of wasted dreams in a sleepless
jungle of untamed lunacy
float, float away
on a funnel of
subway cigarette smoke

Sunday, June 13, 2004

a horse on a rainbow
sat on dumbo
then lost his jumbo
to limbo

Saturday, June 05, 2004

when ever a cloud
appears to consume
the sapphire sky
the winds will chime
with vigour and pride
the dawn of the storm
the rise of the tide
then rain will come
like pharoah's horses
upon the earth
washing all dirt
on every flower
when that is gone
the birds will sing
their joyful song
of new beginnings
and a bright new morn
across the heavens
the throng of light
will give all life
a rainbow bright

Friday, June 04, 2004

Take a pinch of salt
and put it into water,
what do you get?
Salt water
Pour some water
into a bowl of salt,
what do you get?
Salt water

Thursday, June 03, 2004

we can't change the way people think
but we can think that people change