forces

drive by Alistair Chong

some part of me
that wants to keep writing
searching for the coming dawn
as if words could ask for all
of the night stars to leave

powers

getting there by Alistair Chong

don't think i'd find the will
to strive through until
the waking hour
or even get close

intersections

this way by Alistair Chong

a different direction
i should be looking in
does me a world of sin
does the street look so pale
in the mist of older days
we always find cross roads

cold front

upon us once more by Alistair Chong

well
here comes the winter cold
back from days of old
a year has gone by
yet she never forgets the night
where she returns
cold, heartless
such beautiful character