john tiong chunghoo Poems

in the mind are mechanics
that trigger a burst of delight
when hit by scents of spring blooms
in the air are pockets of varied odours
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the difference between man and god
is man would work to 'create' something
even better than himself so that he can
have a control over him - to use him
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up to hilltop casino
chinese gods line
the street side
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my white hair
top
disappointments
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boundless is space
so is this brain
take away its organics
you have a space
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the trees -
they impart
the land's language
stored in the earth
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of course
you are playing
a game
putting the
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the butterfly
leaves its cage
dried and brittle
to another world
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Mother Earth has yet to bloom.
Like a flower that has just budded,
Mother Earth has unlimited potentials.
The Universe hides secrets from tiny Earth
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heartless tsunami
how calm the sea lies today
please rush to me
raise your fury
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