An Unfinished Poem I once made for you

In front of my house there's a tree,

forever alone just like me

there's not a day gone by,

when tree haven't wonder at the sky,

what is another tree doing on the other side

everyday a leaf in the wind it glides

with the hope of it will fly

over to the other side of the sky

when both leaf meet each other and collide

just like the lonely tree,

gazing everyday in the sky I see

wondering how a guy like me

will met a wonderful being such like thee

you came to me in the blue

with hair so nice and smooth

Now a vow, I made to you,

forever my love to you will be true

Like glue I will always be with you,

Until all our life is through

forever I'll be loving you

- By Mr. Khor -

Untitle

put aside my complicated mind,

who am I?

No one but a child who's blind,

simple and yet hard to define,

do not think of me as a man so kind,

my kind figure is but my disguise,

for upon tested my accumulated wrath shall arise

women are nothing but vampires,

they deceive your mind and suck your blood dry

before you realize you're already dead on roadside,

never believe in their lies and fantasies,

often they spoke of faithfulness and loyalty

but this they can't do is the cruelty

- By Mr. Khor - 

Fragments from Shakespeare

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste—

Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

And therefore is Love said to be a child,

Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,

So the boy Love is perjured everywhere

My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy

All that glitters is not gold;

Often have you heard that told:

Many a man his life hath sold

But my outside to behold:

Gilded tombs do worms enfold

If you love and get hurt, love more.

If you love more and hurt more, love even more.

If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more

-Shakespeare-

七夕是今朝

七夕是今宵
万里路遥遥
来到喜鹊桥
只盼暮与朝

七夕是今宵
九霄无鹊桥
牛郎等织女
等到何时了

银河路遥遥
无缘暮与朝
鹊桥横渺渺
牛郎独寂寥

多想没今朝
忘却任萧遥
不渡喜鹊桥
只渡奈何桥

心碎万千条
心痛何时了

- By Mr. Khor -

晒干回忆

我亲手从衣柜里

拿出你那让我怀旧的衣物

放进水盆里，洒下清洁剂

望着旋转的漩涡

我仿佛看见我们许许的回忆

浮在水面，一切的甜美都在漩涡中徘徊

洗过的衣物不再拥有你的气味

多想回忆能如衣物般洗去所有回忆

多莫柔软的衣物，如你肌肤的一般

我小心翼翼的怕会弄糟你的衣物

像对待你一般怕会伤着了你

泪水有如洪水般流下

止不住

我只是污泥里长出的树苗

永远被大地紧握着

树苗长再高也无法长到天边去

落叶飞再高也无法飞到天堂去

我只是污泥里长出的树苗

永远都配不上你这温柔的天使

你的光让我成长

你的爱让我滋润

我带着污泥般的气味

怕沾污了你

污泥般的我，无法面对自己

也无法面对你

我越是低贱的去爱你求你

我越是让你看不起我自己

我会在黑暗中默默的回忆你

我会远离你，离你而去

不再阻碍你沾污你

把衣物晒干，收拾行李

我会重新上路

如衣物般不再有你的气味

不再有你的回忆

我会是你生命中的污迹

而你是我曾经的氧气

最后一次，我好想告诉你

我爱你

- By: Mr. Khor -

一生梦尽蝴蝶梦，蓦然回首一场空

九霄无云奔星河

空空淡月剩嫦娥

月下孤人奏悲歌

中秋如此有几何

与风戏竹声相和

歌送九霄赠嫦娥

处处无人夜以深

静静空门坐孤人

半醒半醉睡空枕

梦见君颜却非真

虚度大半世红尘

是实是梦分不真

静静湖上一叶舟

微微风吹向西流

几行新雁度空楼

一秋以过又一秋

一生随浪逍遥游

蓦然回首以白头

杜鹃万亩十年种

杜鹃万亩十年宠

春到花开万般红

骄姿万态艳无穷

穷尽一生追花梦

花开落尽一场空

坝壩阻水水且流

挥刀断水水更流

烈酒烧喉不消愁

借酒消愁愁更愁

活在尘世如被囚

遇着逆水奋力游

岁月从不为人留

莫让年华付水流

- By Mr. Khor - 

百世修来共枕眠 双双入土葬花田

一寸相思一寸痴

寸痴难买寸相思

天涯海阔有角时

无穷无尽是相思

彩蝶分飞树离支

莲藕分段吐连丝

两情相隔见无时
花开花落日相思

花好月圆人难圆
鸳鸯双飞梦难全

琵琶断弦音难全

人欲相见却无缘

彩蝶纷飞花丛间

花前月下戏人间

花落翩翩花下眠

胜作鸳鸯胜作仙

千里姻缘一线牵

覆水重收镜重圆

百世修来共枕眠

双双入土葬花田

- By Mr. Khor -