chain breaker by Alistair Chong
some kind of liberation
finding in words we scream
some kind new feeling
it's called freedom
stopping care
and whatever weighs us down
pulse.
31.3.10
let go of some
30.3.10
at heart we all
age by Alistair Chong
sometimes my bones hurt
am i growing older
finding the nights colder
says the old man
sometimes i don't smile anymore
at simple things i see
sometimes i forget about glee
i once was a kid
29.3.10
enjoy
open your eyes by Alistair Chong
wasted too much
on the things we think
are so much more important
but taking it simply
just step back
enjoy little things in life
28.3.10
round the corner
pedestrians by Alistair Chong
pedestrian
on the street
turns the corner
we won't know
who it is
ever
27.3.10
how do you
getting there by Alistair Chong
the only way
you can get to the finish
is to run
the only way
you can find some land
is to swim
it's all you can do
26.3.10
issues in today
facing today by Alistair Chong
we write about it
talk about it
never doing a thing
working out the solution
to a problem in evolution
but we won't lift a hand
25.3.10
reverie
never day by Alistair Chong
listen
can you hear
it's those nights
you dream of being big
sold out houses
and packed out seats
24.3.10
proverbial
fader by Alistair Chong
what happened to passion
what happened to drive
the times i could stay up the night
just working with what i had
pen in hand
or was it for something else
23.3.10
growing old
maturity by Alistair Chong
i'd climb a tree
if i were three
or if i had less dignity
said he
a well to do man
much too grown up
to try that again
oh what we've lost
22.3.10
limited
this is earth by Alistair Chong
autumn leaves
blanketing this street
underneath our feet
crumbling into the ground we meet
what a memory
we should cherish
the simplest of things
21.3.10
20.3.10
some kind of therapy
stupidity by Alistair Chong
ten days at a time
seems the strangest
we barely hold a line
let alone this long
19.3.10
i guess they
culture by Alistair Chong
a lot of the time
my mind will wander
finding the same old words
shows how i never read
sometimes i'm just damn illiterate
uncultured and obnoxious
you'd hate me
18.3.10
lacking
we're alive by Alistair Chong
blurry eyes
burning bright
some lights just won't come together
out of focus
and breaking apart
i forget what it's like
to sleep
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