fly away

i'm gone. off to the land of the mother tongue.
don't call me. don't bother me. don't throw your shit to me.
clean up your own mess
and don't touch the golden monkey.
i'm doing this for myself
for that tiny speck of sanity which is left
in my tiny fraction of my consciousness.
farewell

look to you

when i look into the sky above
wonder how my life was made
wonder what am i doing here
wonder how Your love it came to me
when i look into the sky above
the only thing worth looking for
all my fears so far away
all my burdens cast away

for those nanoseconds
all i feel is the presence of Heaven
and when i look back onto this earth
i am thrust back into hell again

so i look to you
so i look to you
no one else will do
no one else will do

i know you love me
i know you died for me
i know you care
i know you live again
your life for all my sin
now i stand here
in your grace again

so i look to you
so i look to you
no one else will do
no one else will do

look to you

when i look into the sky above
wonder how my life was made
wonder what am i doing here
wonder how Your love it came to me
when i look into the sky above
the only thing worth looking for
all my fears so far away
all my burdens cast away

for those nanoseconds
all i feel is the presence of Heaven
and when i look back onto this earth
i am thrust back into hell again

so i look to you
so i look to you
no one else will do
no one else will do

i know you love me
i know you died for me
i know you care
i know you live again
your life for all my sin
now i stand here
in your grace again

so i look to you
so i look to you
no one else will do
no one else will do

discernment

while i was eating breakfast this morning languidly pushing my shrivelled strips of bacon into my raw mouth a thought came to me
"check your singtel globalroam status cos it may be screwed"
i would usually ignore such thoughts cos they aren't necessarily necessary unless in this case i'm flying overseas. and so i checked.
tinkering with the crispy buttons i smsed singtel
and got this message "please check with your operator by dialling 1626"

great.
the power of doubt is so divine indeed.

chasing the storm

i'm chasing the storm
fighting against
the waves of passion
its wearing me down
this mass of insurrection
breaking my spirit
and mental locomotion
They will see me waving
from such great depths
But everything looks perfect
from far away,
and thus i die with
this wonderful mishap
the shrillest highs
and lowest lows
of a soap opera foretold