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Haiku Wednesday: Pillow Talk

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Silent hush fall deaf,
Still pillow confide with trust,
Awake after dawn.

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The drugs (hush) don’t work, they make me worse – o ye faithless one — who hit the snooze button 3 times today in the morning.

Alright, I’m still a non-believer of the secret sect of pillow-hush-alarm.

Maybe the older secret sect of pillow-talk-alarm works better, then again the idea is to get awake on time not to get asleep promptly.

Written by cthulhu

February 10, 2010 at 3:45 pm

Haiku Wednesday: Seven Horses Seem to Be on the Mark

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Malady comes to pass,
Darkness at bay,
Be strong as I pray thee well.

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Title inspiration from The Doors – Love Her Madly.

Heard this song on Business FM. Reminded me of Melaka during my teen, as the family having the usual night drive on a very warm night.

The cassette player (it’s the 90’s) seemed to play this track each time (by Jim Morrison providence!) as we reached the Portuguese community somewhere around Tanjung Kling.

Portuguese connection reminds me of Sue, and her late grandfather, Ian.

And then, it reminds me of her dad.

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Sue, I pray for your dad’s health (and yourself too).

I know you won’t answer any of my call (text or e-mail) anymore.

This is my last reply. I will not contact you any longer. The past is no longer relevant for me now as I’m already focusing on the horrible present and uncertain future.

I guess, this ‘proxy’ is suffice.

Be strong.

Yes, it’s horrible. It’s uncertain.

But be strong.

Written by cthulhu

December 23, 2009 at 3:03 am

Haiku Sunday: The Black Dress

Forgotten warm night
Silky fabric was unbox
Ecstasy unleashed

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It hits me, as it rain outside the hotel. The hot shower in the bathtub numbing. The sudden realization — how I’m out of touch with “the other side of the world”.

Kafkaesque.

Disturbingly alone, in the metamorphosis of life. Left alone, in my cocoon.

The world passes by today with Beijing Olympics, Singapore National Day, and wedding dinner(s) of past lover, old friends and “friend”. Invited, yet declined. Uninvited, yet inclined.

The world passes with celebration of life.

While I’m in the underpass of life celebration.

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How ironic, Johann Sebastian Bach’ s Ave Maria was playing against a backdrop of Muslim funeral on TV.

Written by cthulhu

August 10, 2008 at 12:08 am

Haiku Thursday: Lust Is Scant of Jealousy, Tainted with Intimate Anonymity*

ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn

She asked, I answered
Nodding aye slowly
Assenting to my own doubt
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*Mine; stolen unapologetically here.

Touché.

Written by cthulhu

December 13, 2007 at 6:06 pm