In the green I walk

Sunday, November 26, 2006

In the green I walk
Past lush forest trees
The air is wet with their scent
Moss covers them like robes for royalty
I stay silent and listen
Listen

...

As the trees whisper their ancient song
YMC 2006

Modern Romance

With words unspoken
With lips untouched
We pass by each other
Like passing ships at dusk

The Tempest

She broods
She broods
And Darkness Fills the Sky
In the distance thunder rolls softly by

How times flies

I'll be turning 39 this year. Amazing. Sometimes I feel like I'm still 21. I still look very young by comparison to my peers- good genes I guess. I eat junk food, hardly exercise (in the last 20 years) - so those two factors can be ruled out.

Occasionally I bump into people who think I'm 25 or younger. When i tell them my age- they reckon I'm having them on.

I don't exactly blame them. I don't have age wrinkles. My hair is still relatively black (I do have some white hair- but I reckon that was caused by a recent tragedy), I still look relatively fit- and occasionally I've got the energy of a 20 year old. Sometimes I even surprise myself.

My back has been giving me trouble tho. My trainer spotted a problem with my sub-scap- the shoulder blade muscle. Basically my chest muscles are stronger compared to my back muscles. I just have inherently good chest muscle tissue. So the back shoulder are being pulled forward. Saw a sports doctor who said it wasn't a serious problem- and recommended me to a physio whose helping me deal with it. Seems to be working. But I think I may have to take up swimming again to ease the strain.

Gotta go to gym now. My aim is to get a good sixpack and a good physique before I hit the dreaded 40. Who knows? Maybe I can even get onto the cover for Men's Health.

My Love is like The Spring

I sent this poem in for a competition being organised by the Elephant and Coral in Singapore last year July 2004. I got invited by the organisers to a wine, chesse and oyster party in September. But I couldn't go as I was already in Melbourne.


"My Love is like the Spring that blossoms"
Spring comes forth like my young Love.
Eager, yet shy, beneath her youthful gaze hides unboundable pure joy.
As she walks, the whole life-force of Creation moves as one with her
As she smiles, time itself stopped to admire her
The flowers blossomed when we kissed
The butterflies came as she sang.
Oh, how she enchanted me so.

The Storm - December 14, 2006

Thursday, December 14, 2006

The Storm

She broods
She broods
And Darkness Fills the Sky
In the distance thunder rolls softly by
YMC 2006

My Love November 11 2006

Saturday, November 11, 2006

My Love

My love

Spring comes forth like my young Love.

Eager, demure, beneath her youthful gaze hides unbounded joy.

As she moves, it seems all the wonder of Creation walk with her.
YMC

The stanza of this poem were bouncing around in my head for a long time. Its suppose to be a poem about a woman whose sheer happy presence causes you to burst with joy and enthusiasm.