Durians
Spiky and hostile from without, but creamy and gentle within..

Sunday, November 16, 2003

<Kev> Hiz all... Long while since I reached back into this existence and touched someone..not figurative ya know..Life seems like a roller coaster, up one minute, likened to Hades the next. Lemme tell u, when you lose someone who has been your beacon, ur Pillars Of Hercules supporting you in times of depression..the whole world juz wanna collapse and bury u under the heap of discarded sentimentality.

I dunno man, I can't seem to turst, although I still love her lots, the pain and betrayal coupled with the burning love i still feel, makes me a nut waiting to be split by the nutcracker of christmas yore..

Signing Off in Green...Wish me luck! </Kev> <!--5:07 PM-->

Saturday, October 25, 2003

<Kev> Its been a while since i've blogged. Life really is a pain my my arse, my gal is no more and my world seems so much darker. WIll i ever get out of this darkness..stay tunes </Kev> <!--8:12 PM-->

<Kev>  </Kev> <!--8:11 PM-->

Friday, April 18, 2003

<Kev> God bless this fleeting temporal home we call Spaceship Earth..May it never run out of consumables like MREs and pet food.. </Kev> <!--9:10 PM-->

Monday, April 14, 2003

<Kev> zzzz.life is a mute who has lost his eyesight..pretty darn pathetic. </Kev> <!--9:08 PM-->

Thursday, April 10, 2003

<Kev> stonev1.1

My cobblestones of life do
Press amongst themselves
Like elbows in your ribs,
Intimate yet unbearable
at…times.
Love.
</Kev> <!--10:42 PM-->

Tuesday, April 08, 2003

<Kev> A Salutation To A Hobo


Lying on a weathered crate,
Munching on a couple slices of bread-
One grimy, gnarled hand shot out
And yelled, "Could you please not shout!"

I was taken aback by that pile of rags
Who seemed so motionless, like sodden plastic bags.
I made out his bearded features, bristly with guts
Stomach parts which musta seen many ruts.

Dodging zealous train guards and state troopers,
He weaved his way to avoid bloopers
Where they were once lethal and cost
Him his life, wife-which he lost.

Living on two bucks a day in this age
Dear CEO looked so much in rage,
For his tailored jeans were loose by Wear
And his yellowed MCI polo grew a big tear.


©Kevin Tze Wei Lam 2003
</Kev> <!--9:39 PM-->

<Kev> im beginning to feel why SARS has its reasons for existing...Trying to eradicate those who insist on fraternizing with the enemy.. </Kev> <!--7:46 PM-->

Monday, April 07, 2003

<Kev> Life is a flowing stream, gathiering up lots of unwanted trash that pretends to be part of your life.. </Kev> <!--9:05 PM-->

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