A tinge of narcissism...

The resolution to a 12 years of eduction(primary/seconday/jc), the A levels which officially ends for me tomorrow. The last 3 hour paper, filled with much anticipated freedom, yet with so much grief.

"Yeah, Freedom, much sought; Free at last, yet nostalgia"

I planned with vincent to roll on the floor out the hall's exit. Incredulous huh?

Perhaps, a poem to present the current titillation will do much consolation...


Nostalgia

The sense of morrow's cold, what future beholds,
Wheres the warmth? If there is any,
Between hordes of friendship and the parting
Enemies.

Cry not for the Heaven's above, but for
God's children. An education much sought-
the Path to Enlightenment.

I cannot fathom, nor speak or note.
Heck this...
The day is not yet,also.

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Bus Ride

A knight riding the evening light.

The Sky is beautiful, Bliss with red growling clouds.
The road is busy, packed with home-missed crowd.
The road moves, so does the sky abound.

Grey grew, Blue brewed, then Black gloomed.

Where are the stars, one might ask. I think
God is hidden somewhere amidst the cloud.
Peeping, Snorting, looking at the stars
On the ground.

All stars haven fallen on earth-Electricity!
Small bright light, the bulbs of Edison's Nova.
My stop has come, life continues-
So does the Big Red Bus.










Khatib Mrt

Posted by gabriel at 8:57 PM | Permalink | Comments

Change

A lush green meadow

Snow, a cunning fellow-
Destroys the seasons' mellow.

The thought of tomorrow-
Coming Sorrow, parting Morrow.
Pain.

What's this now-

Spring?

Summer?

Autumn?

Then-
Everlasting Cold.

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