Bad Fruits & MRT

Bad Fruits

A devout God fearing Christian man had been visiting various churches. Then he entered into a church. There are many plantations in that church. Suddenly, a pastor with grey moustache reaches the gate of the church building. He enters into it to search the man. He explains to him the three different kinds of fruits at the sides of the building are good fruits. However, the dark purple grapes that grew at the wall of the pulpit is bad fruit that did not come from God. The church service commenced with celebrating breaking bread and drinking red wine to remember Jesus. Three church workers drank it and fell down. The pastor warned the man to quickly leave the church building before evening and fell down. The man immediately rushed out and leaves home.

Evening cloud shadow covered the church building. The three church workers were transformed into a monster and running amok around the churches. The pastor struggled to refuse his transformation. His nostril was enlarge and his whole body was transformed into a wolf. His consciousness of Jesus Christ as His Lord and Saviour kept him from running wild. All he could think of his own family members. When it was midnight, his body transformed back to its original form and he returned home to meet his wife. His understanding wife continually support him and have faith in their Lord Jesus Christ and the God-fearing man.

At the appointed time, the man came to the pastor’s house. His presence was enough to enliven the pastor and his wife’s house atmosphere. He explained to him and protected him and own wife to stay in a room from the coming troops that came from the evil one. The pastor chose to stay on the table for losing his strength and covered himself with a red cloth. He felt ashamed of hid bodily transformation to be seen. The troops came to search for the man, but to no avail. The man came out of the room to find the pastor. He chanced upon the table where the pastor laid on. One of the troop held the pastor tightly to let his transformation be seen by the man. “Nooo!” was the pastor’s cry in embarrassment as his nostril enlarges and transformed into wolf. The man compassionately held him looking with gentle eyes. That gave the pastor the courage to attack the black soldier. That cause the other troops to vanish. The pastor was immediately transformed into human again. His wife helped to peel the scales of his whole body. His wife and the man welcomed him back delightedly. The pastor and wife were grateful to God and appreciate the man.

Entering the MRT

A middle aged auntie was talking to me on the train platform. The MRT had arrived. We entered it. There were many people sitting on the two opposite benches. There were two empty seats in-between the bench. So I let her sit on it and waved goodbye without realising  my business mentor entered to sit besides the auntie. Then I alighted at the next stop.


  1. The devil is planting a bad seed into my son.
  2. To recognise those who still fear God whose body are smeared by the world.
  3. What is being done in secret is exposed to God and one day is going to be exposed by mankind.  


Miscellaneous tasks
Work, family and work
Seeds of ideas are birthing

Endless piling jobs
Repetitive tasks
Birthing ideas are boiling

All these
Disrupt creative flow


Mental and physical fatigue 
Sip into my inner core
Leech my cheerfulness in life

Inspiration On: Tuesday, 16 September 2014 at 11:50pm
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 17 September 2014 at 12:51am

All the projects I received, I do at home.  Noises at home are endless. Tasks at home are piling. The job from the client often gives tight deadlines – either submit by night or next morning. Recently, I feel burnt out and depressed. Upon reference, I do personality test. ISFJ is the result from answering the questions. All the explanation reflects true of myself. No wonder I flourish with given long timeline but overwhelmed with tight deadline and sudden changes. Glad to vent out my frustrations. Wish you all have good days and thank you for all your time to read my poetry.

Dark Jungle

Living in the jungle
Jungle of darkness
Prison of isolation
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?

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.

Fly Infinitely

Words are jumping around
Words pop out
Flying words pass by

The seeds of Words
The seeds of faith
Birth out
More words juice out of
The fruits of
The seeds of words
In my heart and mind
As I
Fly with words of poetry
Dabble in words of poetry
Play with words of poetry
Fly in the clouds of poetry

Fly . . . in . . . the midst of
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
My Lord Jesus Christ
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Living the Bible
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
The Truth
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly . . . in
Living in this life

Fly . . . Fly . . . Fly
Flutter . . . Flutter . . . Flutter

Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 6 July 2013 at 1:30am

The image of me flying in the midst of the clouds of poetry gave me the sense of freedom of expressions and release of emotions.

Deep Buried Feelings

Deep buried feelings were kept somewhere.
Painful memories were left unidentified for ten years.
Not ten years, more than that.
Unknowingly, it was planted since young.
It was sowed seed by seed.

Motivation of study is from external source.
Motivation of study only comes from mother.
No inner motivation to do so.
No sense of purpose in life.
No compass to guide me.
Only my parents are my compass.

We followed mother to her chosen destination to give us good future.
We lived in an uncle’s house due to lack of finance.
With my own eyes, I saw my mother being bullied.
I wish to stand strong, but I’m weak.
I’m standing at the corner.
I feel lost.
Angry with my self!
Why am I so slow?
Why am I a weakling?
Leave me alone.
I just wish to be quiet.

A slight headache.
Someone came to my rescue.
It is like a Light enters my heart.
There is a sense of purpose.
I need to stand strong.
I can’t!
But in the Light I can.

A door is closed.
But He opens a window.
A window opens my mind to marriage.

With just a few words through written message,
My past deep feelings were dug out.
No, I think I found out now.
Now I found out what it is.
Found out the root cause to fear of marriage.
It is the very seed that takes root in my heart since young.
It shaped my thinking.
It also shaped my heart.

Expressed on: Friday, 07 November 2008.