Voice Returns

Voice recorder is found
Lost voice returns
No more being voiceless
Crying out for help
Seeking to be heard and understood
Creating boundaries to have own space
Rest from the weary life

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Inspiration On: Friday, 7 November 2015

My sony voice recorder is found in a pencil box. I found it by accident when I am looking for a pen knife to open the delivered books from an online bookshop. I’m so happy and surprised of myself. I am able to voice out to my mum to listen to me rather than always listen to their opinions.

Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Suppressed Voice

Voice recorder is lost
Nowhere to be found
Voice is totally lost
Lost in suppression
Suppressed beyond measure
From empty threats

Thus losing own voice

Now is in the midst of
Searching own voice
Amongst many crying voices
Wishing to the Lord to return to Him

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 12 September 2015 at 11pm

The voice recorder, which I use to record the truth, is nowhere to be found. I have extracted all the recording into a hard disk. It is placed on the wooden table. However, the recorder is gone. Where else do I misplace it? Do someone take it? The above poetry births out when I feel that I’m not heard. My parents, the confinement lady and my maid who knows the truth encourage me to speak the truth. However, the perpetrator tends to sow discord between my parents and I. Wish you all have good days and thank you. 

Holy Angels Protects in the Dark Sky

Here I was in the vast dark sky. I couldn’t see myself. I was falling and falling. The feeling was so strong. Many times I pray to the Lord for the blood of Jesus Christ to cover me. The inexpressible feeling of dropping escalated. I pray for the Lord to send His holy angels. Within seconds, many shiny holy angels circle around me. Then I begin to see my whole self.

Then I was staying in a tattered cement house. An old lady with a tied hair bun entered a dark room with a white polished coffin. She took a box from the coffin and drank from it. Strangely, I explained to her something. Next was to reach out to her two children. Then I bid my farewell.

How do you interpret this?

The Love of Books and Videos

Do we love 
Books
For entertainment or learning?

Do we love 
Videos
For entertainment or learning?

Entering another world of
Books and videos 
As a form of escape
Release our tension 
Living in this world
Resting from our weary hearts and minds
Seeking to be comforted 
To be living in a dream

Do books and videos 
Strengthen us? 
Correct our assumptions?
Imbue empathy in us?
Widen our horizon?
Or justify our actions?
Or elevate own prejudices?
Or add more fuel to our anger?
Or cause us to commence to sin?

Should we be more discerning
On the books and videos
We consume?

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 12 April 2014 at 5:25am
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 28 August 2015 at 10:44am

I was stuck in the first stanza. Therefore, this poetry was left untouched. Today, I look at this again. Everything flows well and give the final conclusion. Wish you all have good days and thank you. 

看門狗 Watchdog

看門狗
看電狗
看店狗

每天看這
看看看
看到打天亮
然後瞌睡

A watchdog
Guarding the door
Guarding the electricity
Guarding the shop

Daily guarding all these
Guard, guard and guard
Till the sunrise
Then it sleeps soundly

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 30 April 2015 at 8:40am

Living with the label “watchdog”, I feel a strong connection in what I have done. When my parents go out, I stay at home with my younger brother. Now, My habit is to take note the electricity plug when everyone is asleep. It is a daily routine to switch off the switched on electric plug. As long as the electrical appliances are not switched on, many people feels that the electric usage does not matter when the switch is off. However, I care to save the small amount of electricity. Am I wrong to do so? Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Drag The Glue

Lizard or gecko?
Gecko or lizard?
Why are you
So STICKY to
The television?
So GLUED to
The mobile game?

Dragging the glue yourself
Holding your mobile
Dragging out of the glue on your
Bed with eyes glued
To your mobile game
Excusing yourself
Stuck in the middle of
Your strategy battle game.

Dragging yourself
Onto the dining table
On the dining table
Lizard turns into gecko
More glued to your
Strategy battle mobile game.

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Inspiration On: Monday, 23 March 2015 at 7:40pm

It is not easy to convince my husband to have dinner who is always glued to his game. Ever since the computer is spoilt, he stopped playing game. He begin to play games once he changes mobile phone into smart phone. Upon finding out he can play games, he is so glued to his mobile phone. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Voiceless

Brushing own opinion aside
Casting own voice away
Dragged by others’ decision
Am I voiceless?

Too caring?
Too concern?
Living in accordance to others’ voice
Am I voiceless?

Unwilling to hurt others’ feelings
But I am hurting inside
Alive but voiceless
Losing myself
Loneliness rule

Voicing out
Only to be rejected
Only to be misunderstood
Loneliness rule

Taken for granted?
Taken advantaged?
Loneliness rule
Am I voiceless?

Am I voiceless . . . ?
Are my opinions worthless?
Does ………
……. anybody
……………….. care?

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Inspiration On: Monday, 21 April 2014 from 12:45am to 4:38am

Current upheaval life from inside and outside rubbed salt into my past pain and worsened it deeply. Thus, such feelings evokes and birthing out this poetry. Wish you all have good days and thank you for reading my poetry.

Budding Idea

Budding idea sprouts
Growth disrupted
Greedy hearts and minds
Plucked out of its root
For their self-interests
For their own goals
Justifying their motives and actions with
Honey like words
Refusing to pay their dues

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 20 March 2014 at 12:45pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 21 April 2014 at 4:23am

The news of ideas being stolen is heartbreaking especially the artists’ life. Though the form of drawings can be protected by law, the idea can easily be stolen. Such respect for the idea generator is not given. Therefore, I likened it to a budding flower Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Arid Wilderness

Living in the couch
Nothing in the nothingness
Arid wilderness is scorching
Scorching the love within
Resulting
Desert and dry hearts
Empty hearts
Craving and Wailing for love

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 22 December 2013 at 11:25pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 21 April 2014 at 3:22am

This poetry began with the picture of wilderness birthing three lines of words. After referring to it again, more inspirations flowed out birthing out the final epic of the hurting people. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Dark Jungle

Living in the jungle
Jungle of darkness
Prison of isolation
Rejected
Starving love
Beware of the lurking evil

Dark sharp pointed hands
Knock the door of minds
Possessing the hearts
Sowing seeds of darkness
Into the hearts and minds
Hatred breeds within

Bitter fruits bloom out
Out to lash innocent lives
Lives in dismay and destruction
More minds and hearts are
Smeared with questions and blood
Smeared with hurts and pains

An excruciating endless cycle
Are lives not precious?

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 15 December 2013 at 12:14pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 21 April 2014 at 3:17am

Understanding human’s psychology and the heartbreaking news of contaminated food, riots, and war summed this poetry. Wish you all have good days and thank you.