Monday, July 26, 2004

The apple of the eye
has frozen in concrete
lamplight of the boozing sorrows
When true blaze of the heart
Cannot find the way to burn
The breaking of dawn seems
like darkening of the hour

copyright(c)2004 Benedict Goh

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Hanging on the threads of pining
brings back the stings of rewinding
into the dark spells of
yesterday's whining
do the sparkling reserves
of life's spastic pleasures
lift a wanton soul to paradise?
let heaven decide

Copyright(c)2004 Benedict Goh

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Grey skies smiling at me,
nothing but grey skies do I see.
Do I hear a thunder
humming in the distant horizon?
Let it ring,
Let it ring, for
Grey skies are the reason
that coolness breathes;
In this sweaty island
it is heaven.

Copyright(c)2004 Benedict Goh