what the crap?

crap- something that will give you great cyber joy when you play Harvest Moon ...(?)

hmm.i don't know what i am supposed to write as an introduction here. the quicktime player download is getting on my nerves. anyway, i wrote a poem (i rarely do that) due to sudden influx of colossal inspiration from someone who up to now, wouldn't even bother entertaining me. fuck love. nothing is a failure for as long as we live.hahaha. freak.

A Silent Poem for You

Mino Nous

(pseudonym ko)

I spent the night in liquor

The burning heat of the evening chill

As the fluid crept into my being

I sing a song, the soul to kill

Though the liquor blows the essence of my worth

It is as useless as looking back

When you sat close near my yearning stare

And there sparked an unspoken pact

Even if the liquor tries to soar

Beyond my being’s time

The bitterness of my uncertainty

Corrupts the sting of the silent lime

I am drowning in my liquor’s dream

As I write this weeping poem

Though I tried in vain to seek you one

We may never find a home

And my liquor spoke in tones

Louder than what my mouth can speak

Like a needle pierce it said

Better die than to live so weak

Yet there lies a deceit in my liquor tonight

Like your intoxicating breath

It’s not as divine as it seems, my darling song

It shimmers like our sunshine’s death

Hear me now, the cause of my liquor dream

You are the only ear I seek

You are the desire that corrupts, my failing pulse

The silence of a dying creek

You may not like the sting of my liquor breath

But it’s not what my soul does hold

It’s just my failure tonight, oh weeping star

The cowardice of my song so bold

My liquor song, is the truth of my world

And it is my hymn for you

You are my pulse that sustains, my heart that gives

I don’t know what my worth is without you

I have told you once, a thousand if you like

How much desire I am overflowing with

It is for you, my sunshine dear, cradle of my toil

You are the echo of my every beat

You may not have felt what burns within

But it is as warm as my weeping pain

It’s the song of the broken trombone

It’s the barren shower of a pouring rain

My world, the colossus of my everything

You are the joy I never found

You’re the song of the stars, the howl of the moon

You’re the end of an earth of round

It’s not as easy as the other love hymns

Where the man kisses the lady in the end

It’s something unheard by many, my love

But I have every ear to lend

Oh song, my undying melody of affection

Your whisper is the titan’s scream

Like how soft you would beat at every pulse

But as big as the ocean pristine

That will choose not to see

Do not speak, never doubt

Of the journey of this frail humble love

Though the world does not nod

Its ours, not theirs to have

Oh my soul, my liquor’s worth

Sing with me tonight

And tomorrow when we wake up

There is no wrong, there is no right

Labels: Love, Poem, Poetry