between the test

there by Alistair Chong

you know what
sometimes there's a point
where we all crave love
a touch, warm, deep
quiet words floating through
the light fragrance
that bewilders and comforts
everyone does

specialist

finally here by Alistair Chong

commencing
always some kind of beginning
to the track to the end
painted lines
seem like an age

before

big ones by Alistair Chong

trying not to count
the amount of sleep
there is left
until it descends upon us

ism

escape by Alistair Chong

maybe
i'll rest my head
find safety in my bed
and forget the rest
for now.

numbers and what

here she comes by Alistair Chong

running
running in
finding ways
of keeping it sane

track

don't lose the by Alistair Chong

making sure
days are counted
the names of each
i remember
because friday comes soon

counting

sooner than late by Alistair Chong

frantic
realising
time isn't so cheap
speed
in the writing

no more

differs by Alistair Chong

no waking hour to set
just a conscience
tapping on my sleep
in this semi new life

all the good times

Good Old Scotch by Alistair Chong

so
the final day
of lives we knew
a pang of pain
on reminiscent pews
as the final songs are sung
and passed is the legacy
of those gone before

will be missed

class of by Alistair Chong

final bell will ring
and find us the ending
of a life we knew so well
routine and rhythm we felt
all are a part of the past now.

there

who we are by Alistair Chong

traditions
will never die
will always be
a signpost of our lives
who we are and where we're from
will always be
a part of us

on and on

final pages by Alistair Chong

beginning
one final week
counted in moments
and the breath we lose
reminiscing on old times

oh they

they call to you by Alistair Chong

vague memories at times
can surface and pry
searching for some air
breathing unaware
that someone knows out here

probably i'd

dreams i'd know by Alistair Chong

so far back
that not only does the day
twist and weave
to evade
it never returns

coming to

end of a life by Alistair Chong

so many lasts
final things
filled with
things i should've done
things i never got to do
but there's only forward to go

hey there

searches by Alistair Chong

sometimes
things are not all worth
the pain we go through
we try
to swim through dirt
in a fruitless search
for more

things going by

lesson by lesson by Alistair Chong

something about
doing things the right way round
i'm gonna miss
something about
the way things work round here
i'm gonna miss

catching my breath

finals by Alistair Chong

there isn't long
sadly
can we make the most
of every time
we stand around
laugh and laugh

changing

the time by Alistair Chong

you can make up time
fake the lines
pretend the moon shines
in the afternoon
but the sun will never change

wrong ways

needs by Alistair Chong

well i see then
more than pretend
and other words
we know how to say
can you understand this

long to go

forward on by Alistair Chong

short lived
are some bouts of relief
far too quick
feelings leaving swift
there's still a thousand
a thousand more miles

l'examen

c'est approfondie by Alistair Chong

the clock has begun
ticking by one by one
shall we talk?
issues and problems
solutions that solve them
or asking the law
merci beaucoup
si vous avez pu
qu'est-ce que vous auriez fait?

dryness

j'attends by Alistair Chong

this is me, lying in wait
my dreams are talking to me
french in passing their way
tomorrow keeps on staying
c'est l'heure

le

examinate by Alistair Chong

cramming a week into a day
have you ever tried
i think at this rate
a couple days should be fine
but coming soon enough

sometimes wrong

which to where by Alistair Chong

getting hard
to fill in the blanks
don't know which one
goes where

blanc

they should by Alistair Chong

funny how
they don't really matter
maybe to turn away
or hold it up
but things don't really matter now

mocks

studies and what by Alistair Chong

well its time to cram
break them up into little pieces
and soak up what i need
tomorrow tomorrow
some say are more than just paper

repetition

music like that by Alistair Chong

on repeat
saturday afternoon
sun washing on my desk
is how it should be

Fall by Kepano Green

There's a new wind blowing, it's blowing open a door
And I'm seeing clear now, visions of a world I ignored
Now it might sound crazy, after all I've been through
But I think I'm ready to take my chances with you
What else can I do?

'Cause you cut to the place where I hide away
And you're breaking the stones in my wall
Never thought I'd ever be caught by surprise
Look at me fall

So lead me on now 'cause I don't remember this road
But the place we're going feels a lot like coming home
We'll be there before long

'Cause you cut to the place where I hide away
And you're breaking the stones in my wall
Never thought I'd ever be caught by surprise
Look at me fall

Now I never saw it coming
And I didn't have time to run
Never thought I'd ever be caught by surprise
Look at me fall, look at me fall

'Cause you cut to the place where I hide away
And you're breaking the stones in my wall
Never thought I'd ever be caught by surprise
But look at me fall

I was so sure I'd never be here again
I thought I had tasted it all
Never thought I'd ever be caught by surprise
But look at me fall, look at me fall

last holidays

other things arising by Alistair Chong

nearing the end of ends
so many things we leave
untended, unkept
to find that maybe there isn't
that much time

sociaux

beneath the love by Alistair Chong

sitting in a room
listening to the sounds
telling me what i do and don't
and how it'll come around
paris might be calling
just not the right way
looking past cathedrals and lights
back alleys and dusty lanes