simon says,
singly, the mind dictates.

wants,
more clarity
more empathy
a little more kindness
the ability to understand instantly


friends
eric terald billieanne celsa
chelle shuping alphonsus yiru

clicks
john
paul
george
ringo


light on glass

as the dying of the light,
married the merit of glass.

so i see the event,
flickering
with the reluctance of weary men.

as i viewed the fire through the glass
i pondered,
was it,
looking at me,
too.

:ong.ht:



hong tat said,
and it shall be remembered.



Karenel Studios





without malice, i speak


| Sunday, September 26, 2004

look to the streets

look the grimy streets, the smoky screens, the colourful people, the lovely lights.
see the finest cities,
all crumbling under white.

touch the glass sparklies,
see the fantastic marble.
smell,
the decay within.

the gut-rot the maggots the hell hounds
all meshing within.

to the skies we see,
all-mighty glittering white.
the good-stuff
the right-stuff
the boring-stuff.

give me the decay of my city,
anyday,
for now, anyways.




::::::greatness slips us by::::::