Wei Kiat's Blog

[I fought hard] - Tay Wei Kiat

In the cold cold silence of the morning,
the sarced sun in its sarced sleep.
Silent footsteps follows steady tapping,
I fought hard to fight back a weep.

Flashes of colours, brain pictures,
of the shadow of that lone girl.
Her bassoon singing the beauty of overture,
around her my arms wish to twirl.

When two bodies embraced,
the warmth wakes the sun,
with heartbeats in a race,
drumming louder than the thump of a gun.

Darkness fades into brightness,
cold resigned for the fire of passion.
Love, mysterious as Loch Ness,
kindled with the strenght of determination.

In the cold cold silence of the morning,
the sarced sun in its sarced sleep.
Silent footsteps follows steady tapping,
I fought hard to fight back a weep.

[Hairy Business] - Tay Wei Kiat

There is a hairy hand,
the hand attached to an arm,
and,
it can cause lots of harm.

At the top intersection,
we see dark bushes,
there the barber insitution,
can't even turn it into ashes.

The bright holy circle on the head
reflects light in any and all directions,
thus he wears a hat,
to hide his ugly onion.

If he wears a wig,
and the wind blows,
he hit teasers with a twig,
and get the hair from below.