He eroded himself like a rock into a fine powder.
Losing sight of himself.
He started to fall into the abyss of a dark tunnel.

A “Small purchase” he called it “Something to drink”
And she slowly lost sight of him as he fell into a dark chasm of sorrow.

He diluted and mixed
himself until he forgot.
He lost himself in drink and further himself from his loved ones.
He slammed doors.
The devils claws drew close .

But he was oblivious, he shouted and pushed.
But one soul reached into his heart
Showed him the error, his dilution
And he saw the light in the once dark chasm.

Do I know you?
Do I owe you?
We look at each other.
Not in the eyes, but in nothingness.
We are together bound, all year round.

Do I know you?
We look at each other.
Do I owe you?
He does not bother.
We look at each other.
Not in the eyes, but in shyness.
His wealth mutually consumed.
Poor us so greedy at our presence both.

And my addicted admiration,
since I love all subjects,
who are full of the honest knowledge of certain things,
mostly the own learned object,
that made their living
and together with that OUR living
in wealth and luxury,

this is not concerning materialism,
but another ISM like ego-ism.

Since I know wealth, richdom from kidhood constantly.
And his old-fashioned love to the brim,

we are together tied,
all the time a bit horrified, it’s not one-sided,
visa versa all years round bound

These last years, the Lord gave us greatest bless,
we look at each other, the greatest impulse, but our eyes  
unclothing languidly,
which is known less.

I can assure you,
not as mean as the rest of mankind,
but there’s a true kind

like in war’s strategy:
untrained soldiers sent to war
and before they know
no much sorrow of their sudden death
don’t you know how that felt?
Their death?

As if you’re bereaved,
and before you’ll know
you’ll get a wreath,
without much sorrow,
on your doormat

it isn’t that bad….

BUT the most important subject
of these all DO I….
is LOVE that matters, yes!

All these death soldiers
or untrained men on war-paths
had been loved by their wives and kids,
these looked like tiny-bits,

that’s bulsh-t,
but in reality, it’s a POST-IT!

Now all that matters here,
is only that I have ever loved you

I have known so many, but I still know
that YOU are the most loved by me

and still, I do....cherish you
that you must know….


© Sylvia Frances Chan
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Calibrating circles behind the eyes,
Making me twitch;
Startled. Surprised.
Like deer in the woods with antlers intertwined, your embrace consuming me.
Restriction.
Roots.
Vines.
Erroneous mutterings heard in the dark
The vibrations tingling the shallow hole in my heart.

It hurts seeing you
and I see you every day.

It hurts sitting next to you.
It hurts having you so close
yet incredibly so far.

I am hurting all the time
for the wrong reasons.

I no longer know if this is love
or just a dangerous game of tag.
But I know that this is all consuming.

My love for you is consuming.
And I have to stop playing.

After a period of time, now it's time that everything will change
Something better will happen
Efforts were made since the past
Definitely a positive change will get reflected in the present
It takes time for things to change and to improve
Still the time consuming process is worth waiting for.

See to it that everything happens as per what was thought, planned and decided
If something is missing, search for the missing aspect
Once decided and planned
Each and everything must then move accordingly
Definitely search for something, which you think you have lost
Search for a moment or two from the past, which you feel you have lost.

Justified are the ways of living a life when everything looks bright and shinning from outside
In the present it’s love
In past it was struggle
After all its life
Reciprocate to the changes that take place in the present with regards to what else can be done in the future
Accept the change that took place in present
Now ascertain the future.

In the past things were different
At present they are still lot different
No one knows how everything will shape in the future.

Risk is a part of the game
It’s not a question of whether you take it or not
If you take it and prove yourself
You win the game
If you don’t and lose the game
It’s entirely your fault
Irrespective of your decision as to whether or not you take a risk, risk has always remained part of the game
Whether you take it or not, it’s all up to you.

Feel the heat of the moment
Feel the pulse
Get a sense of feeling with regards to the threshold moments.
Discover a few things from past
Search for the lost moments from past.

Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it settles
Sometimes there is a bit of sunshine and then you come across a rainbow
That’s what most of the time life is all about, which constitutes of so many different aspects put together at the same point in time.