pulse.


"Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart is just going to cave in."
-Ricky Fitts, American Beauty

31.8.09

assessed work

til it's past by Alistair Chong

the week
one to be put behind
looking forward to it being past
getting rid of some lasts
would feel pretty damn good
all i need
is a time machine
bring me to the end
where i can listen to birds again
stopping to the world

30.8.09

now or then

a lot of the time by Alistair Chong

disjointed
disconnected
feeling a bit cut
away from those i know
now or then
i forget
but i guess it's the same
a lot of the time

29.8.09

ride

glassing thoughts by Alistair Chong

head on the seat in front
keeps me held up
it's all i can do
eyes out the window
contemplating something more
wondering who is where
if you are there
and why the world is so
all we contemplate
through the window

28.8.09

cherished moments

last night by Alistair Chong

there's always an end
one last one
final calls
sad to see
the end of things
but the beginning
of new pages
a new pen
and fresh paper

27.8.09

no idea where by Alistair Chong

bus ride
sometimes not so far
sometimes too long
we're always counting seconds
when nothing's going on
just how we'll be
until we arrive

26.8.09

i want to

touch the universe by Alistair Chong

yes i do believe
you could open the skies
rain down the sun
i'll close my eyes
yes i know
you could paint more stars
the universe needs more light
more light i'd say

25.8.09

forgotten for good

lost by Alistair Chong

a page lost in the book of time
history broken up the fading lines
barely reading what they wrote
five score years ago
who knows what could have been
a day in the life of history

24.8.09

molly

in a while by Alistair Chong

here we ride
ride on home
looking for the exits signs
they shouldn't be so far now
trees will always pass
here i am
behind the glass
looking for signs

23.8.09

surrounding

goodness in you by Alistair Chong

sometimes
you feel like
it's alright to be right here
everything's just fine
clouds are only beyond the horizon

22.8.09

for all of you

to the horizon by Alistair Chong

the second ticks over and i am stepping
into the beginning of the sea
all that's left is reaching the horizon
this is the rest of me
i know it's a stormy fight
but i'll keep you in my heart
i'm telling all of this to you tonight
with nowhere to start

i'm swimming to the sun
hiding behind the ocean
i can see the sunshine
down to the deep
further than me
so i'll swim to the horizon

stones i have slowly placed
brokenness i have mended
insecurities have been erased
i owe them all to you my friend
inch by inch i'll take on water
but it don't ever drown my light and
hope, pride and faith i've fought for
as i swim to the horizon

i'm swimming to the sun
hiding behind the ocean
i can see the sunshine
down to the deep
further than me
so i'll swim to the horizon

i'll swim
i'll swim
on and on and on
because your existence
is all to me

i'm swimming for the sun
just behind, i won't sink
i can see the sun shining
and it's gonna keep
this light in me
so i'll swim to the horizon

21.8.09

today?

all in your mind by Alistair Chong

so then we'll see
that before the light
day has arrived
today is today
yet still last night
struggling to see coherence
they're short yet again

20.8.09

shout out

someone else on jupiter by Alistair Chong

in another world
i'd say the same
but in this one
such a shame.
thought things would shift
and time would shake
these things
you used to say.
but now, i don't know
things will always change

19.8.09

just reading

between lines by Alistair Chong

right about here
is the line
crossing it and tripping over
taking a trip into
the other side
only one look over my shoulder
they are there
watching

18.8.09

just wrong

fail by Alistair Chong

giving up
on this pen and paper
translating itself
into stupidity
no time left
time to take up
these results
into the bin

17.8.09

count it down

maybe i should by Alistair Chong

no way to
find enough motivation
there's a train running me down
a victim of locomotion
i don't really care
hit me already

16.8.09

not for a long time

by the end by Alistair Chong

i don't know
whether this can be done
twenty-two they sit
time to know
if i have working guns
or if they'd go to bits
deep fried chicken
is the way to go

15.8.09

dinner

chamber music by Alistair Chong

finally
a chance to play to harmony
before women and men
and now i find
music always lets me hide
and show my other ten

14.8.09

multiples

in out by Alistair Chong

in the end
the cycle seems pointless
since there was no end
to begin with
i don't really get
why we'd follow through this
without so much as a word

13.8.09

i know

creation of what by Alistair Chong

poetry
is not my strength
should have never been
born to me
only for me to bend
break and bruise words
again and again

12.8.09

before the day

six by Alistair Chong

music runs away
born on strings
and dying on day
she will fill my ears
the ringing sound
tones sweeter than gold

11.8.09

changes they bring

all of us by Alistair Chong

different angle
need to see
things from another side
outside from me
because before too long
i will sound the same
as the rest of this world

10.8.09

inside

only words by Alistair Chong

that is correct
i do believe
that is the truth
i have perceived
sometimes
we lie
to ourselves

9.8.09

been here

before by Alistair Chong

as usual
not in the right place
forgetting where i'm from
and falling between space
in the end it ends up the same

8.8.09

so far back

forget me so by Alistair Chong

i forgot what happened
on this day
is how time can change your mind
plays a trick with itself
and brings itself back
with a different image

7.8.09

yeah they were

they were lost by Alistair Chong

don't think it works for me
seems such a calamity
when all around are voices
committing to their heartfelt choices
don't know where i've been
i kind of do but doesn't seem
right to go there
to remind myself i'm nowhere

6.8.09

only eight

generation by Alistair Chong

in a place, in a place
where the light in eyes is light
they're fading still but bright
on her face, on her face
are the lines of time
calm, collected, accepting of life
this is who we are
dying but alive

we will fade, we will fade
back to dust, into the dark
so we try to play the most of our part
then from our graves, from our graves
children will depart
and life, for all she is
will still be art

5.8.09

could be

who you are by Alistair Chong

wishing there was one i could fly to
that i'd found somewhere to fall to
but i still don't know
no it wouldn't fit right
sifting through the phonebook
listing through numbers i took
can't find places i could go
on this cold, muted night

4.8.09

ten twenty

too early by Alistair Chong

not how it's liked
not the way i'd planned
to begin these days
dealt the wrong hand

3.8.09

you can sing

week again by Alistair Chong

wake to the phone ring
a cold dark monday morning
no i don't want to pick up
means the week will start

looking out at young light
sun barely taken flight
no don't come any higher
why don't you go hide out?

i haven't shut down enough
for me to wake and laugh
to pray and thank the skies
that yesterday has said goodbye

2.8.09

probably not here

pathways by Alistair Chong

one day i'll realise
how things work
how to find a melody
how to play with words
but for now
i'm finding out
why the sun is shining
why the silver lining
ain't so far away

1.8.09

end season

lighthouse by Alistair Chong

there's time to find
a part in this sea
unbroken and quiet
there's a white light
i should have seen
never thought to find it
but now

the lighthouse has gone
no hope on the horizon
no more heart to swim
faster than a broken ship
to the bottom