To move with grace
    Would be my wish
To live life by grace
     Would be a forsaken place
I follow close to seek
      Out this place
To lie my broken spirit
      but not my final resting place

Every day I put on a fake smile.
Wondering if I can keep going for a while.
Asking myself if I want to live today.
Or be like the sunset and fade away.

But as  the sunsets, it rises again.
For I know this is not my end.
I'll keep going through the struggle and strive.
Hustling and grinding to get that millionaire life.

I refuse to be another statistic.
I have to be positive and optimistic.
That I will see this life through.
My demons won't conquer me and I know this to be true.

I am the embodiment of your life
the shoulders of your deep sadness
the wrapped arms of your burden
the warmth of your coldness
the breath of your sighs

the atmosphere
when you are near
to be living again
then

I'll sing my song for you
just for you with that refrain
in the midst of the night
will you not be so sad again

the rivers are overflowing
it's still monsoon-time, baby
where will we go with all these liquid
no scrupules, I'll fix it

I'll read you a poetry sublime
about the poet who writes about food
who never be hungry again
never have a grind
man unkind
to break or crush the notes

please do never forget
I am the bottom of your bed
the handle of your doors
the candle of your fires
I am the embodiment
of your desires....



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Copyright Protected

Stir not the Ether to serve thy self,
but invoke thine Paradise God's.
Here keep close all thine Thought,
For Salvation aren't easy bought.

Victory cometh for Knights of steel,
those who labor for the Lord only.
Such souls shall not feel O so lonely,
for their treasure is indeed this seal.

O Lord you reign Supreme!

Thou hast birthed a Universe grand,
and brought thine beauty in all man.
Ye love thine babes as mother's do,
yet only thee can love as you O do.

Praise, O glorify Thee!
Thou Pearls are of the Sea.

Hail O Lord,
let thine Name be discovered.
Thy Kingdom come,
and thy Will be done.

Tied by a rope to the image
Of familiar comforting predictable
Misery seeing not the truth you cling
Like a baby to the cold hateful mother
She drags you through cities and islands of
Solitude filling you up on hate like
Rotten breast milk
They say you're a hopeless case
Unfit for true greatness for you have
So little to give
I say you Fear life more than death
Too many chances to take
Too many disappointments to endure
For the fickle heart Lost and confused
Child full of love
Don't listen to it's song
It only aims to fill you with disdain  
To embrace the hate in you
As one more comforting hateful failure
That proves it was right
All along

I remember your laughter, the smile so bright. The days of all was a mystery in the impeding light.
The sorrows you shared of a life full of change. From a bad boy friend to the poor health that caused you so much pain.
The day you had your mural put on a wall for all to see for life. The excitement you shared. Such a strong gleam of light. No matter what the peril you continued to fight.
I miss you more than anyone understands. The years that have passed don't bridge this gap I have from the memories of holding your hand.
I see your face in many others and have doubled back to check. Of course I know you are free from this world, free from the pain and ill. But there always will be hope.
My beautiful angel. Rest in peace tonight. Wait for my songs I sing as I call out all the stars in the sky, as we did when you were here.
My art carries on for you. Every piece as if you were near.
These words could go on and on as there is never enough to write. Must I'm sure you know I continue to write. Not always connected. Piles of note books full. Hard drives with your words that only you and I know.
I've grown tired. Thought about giving up. But each time I get there I realize how strong you were and that you never ever gave up.
Nashoba copyrighted 2008

Creased with tears, her pillow provided coverage from torture...

Kissed by dawn she eased.

In the light of day she could keep it at bay, though her ache grew as if it too followed the sun's journey to day's end...

"Don't leave me!" her pleads called to the west, her light faded like all around her and it crept closer....

Kissed by dusk she retreated.

Curled into darkness she kept him safe within, her pillow offered coverage from torture...

Under blankets of stars serenaded by crickets her ache kindled kept alive and warm, she endured one more night...

It hides itself
Better of late
That old companion
In my shadow
That perpetual  
Creeping malaise
Coiling inside my brain

Never springing
Only cr  e      e p             i n g

      Slithering

      Mesmerizing

        Paralyzing

Logic and common sense.
A lord of fear
Undermining mental
Immune systems
Playing my emotions

Like a violin concerto–
Devil's chord

Out of tune socially    
                                Mentally.

But then I see her
In her vulnerable position
That sweet  

        Innocent child/woman
Who props up my remains
Who takes me back
To simpler times
And youthful joys

When the hooded cobra
Was in embryonic form.
This one constant in my life
Keeps the cobra at bay

But it waits just outside the camp
Taunting me
Whispering just low enough
So I can't make out what
It is saying.

But how can one make out hissing?!

When you were always told
That you are fine
Nothing's wrong
Maybe a little neurotic sometimes

What can you do?
Be reduced to a catatonic state?
Where can you hide but in your shadow?