chonghwee

Fretless

: chonghwee; November 29th, 21:26

We all live in a house on fire
No fire department to call
No way out, just the upstairs window to look out of

Do I Dare?

: chonghwee; November 27th, 0:36

Your reason and
Your passion
Are the sails
Of your seafaring soul

Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple

: chonghwee; November 22nd, 16:49

A bad influence.

Beggars at the Feast

: chonghwee; November 17th, 1:19

This gift
That is free will
Certainly we squander it
And it is because of this squandering
that we must ask of Him

Kurtosis

: chonghwee; November 15th, 22:31

And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion.

Choruses From the Rock

: chonghwee; November 11th, 14:36

And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I cannot find
And of the shame of never finding it

Go ahead, tighten the knot of confusion
into perfect misunderstanding

Compatabilist Predestination

: chonghwee; October 31st, 15:01

Merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream

I Am a Stranger in Your Country

: chonghwee; October 19th, 5:06

It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
disappointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise each other
have to sleep together in one bed-

The difference between loneliness and solitude
is more than clear under this roof.

Communique

: chonghwee; October 14th, 2:01

Mi vida es mia, y, nadie nada, debe ser capaz de derribarlo.

Sticks and Stones

: chonghwee; October 12th, 0:23

May break my bones.

Let Me

: chonghwee; October 9th, 2:46

The wounded surgeon plies the steel

That questions the distempered part

Beneath the bleeding hands we feel

The sharp compassion of the healer's art

Resolving the enigma of the fever chart

Our only health is the disease

If we obey the dying nurse

Whose constant care is not to please

But to remind of our, and Adam's curse

And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse

The whole earth is our hospital

Endowed by the ruined millionaire

Wherein, if we do well, we shall

Die of the absolute paternal care

That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere

Be Patient In Your Afflictions

: chonghwee; September 28th, 2:28

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Of Word and Spirit

: chonghwee; September 21st, 16:47

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

3:16

: chonghwee; September 6th, 3:02

The spring garden
A ship of summer
Swimming through
My winter vision

Fleeting

: chonghwee; August 31st, 11:13

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence