Lucid Invasion

The world stops spinning when I catch your face
and haunting silence entraps the body and soul.
New photos of covetous smile you decide to grace
summons pesky old memories to cruelly unfold.

The heart beats faster, harder and aches.
The room, a storm. Burning. Freezing cold.
And as tiny mended cracks fracture unfazed,
laughing cupid boasts and struts his poison bow.

The mind tumbles last, but crumbles nonetheless,
no match for your lucid invasion.
My sanity, you cradle and tenderly caress,
soothes uneasy before assured purgation.

Your ghost, I buried, I swallowed, I fought.
Tell me, my love, do you enjoy playing God?

Stheno’s Kitchen

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Tick tick. Tick tick

Tick-tick-tick-tick

Tik-tik-ti- Ding!

They’re ready!

Mittens. Pan. Table.

Hot! Hot! Hot!

Setting them down by the busts to cool.

My hair gets impatient sometimes,

hissing at the smell of those freshly baked meat.

I pet them down and put them in their place.

As I walk through the kitchen, I smirk at those hardened eyes.

Perseus will one day taste my mastery too.

Plate. Plate. Plate.

Fork. Fork. Fork.

Chair. Chair. Chair.

They call themselves Gods; playing with the helpless human dolls;

Creating freaks of nature like little Perseus.

So very tiny, so much desire to impress, so so close to being stoned to death.

Her only sin was being flawless; all she ever wanted was to be loved.

It was Jealousy, prejudice and injustice; the family that proved

the downfall of my baby sister. Their heads will mark the sacred ground

where she lay. I will turn their bodies into a temple.

And she shall be worshipped.

And she shall be immortal.

Euryale!

Fumble fumble fumble.

Snakes in a mess.

Eyes bloodshot.

Poison dripping from the side of a fang.

Sister. Sister.

Let’s eat.

Music Works

Arrangements:

Like_I'm_Gonna_Lose_You
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_edWJPLU9OQzB2M0E/view?usp=sharing

Love_Yourself
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eeDNWSUpsMlVDQ1U/view?usp=sharing

Locked_Away_(Excerpt)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eNzJJNTNLbDdpQTQ/view?usp=sharing

Shake_It_Out/Skyacraper/Stay_With_Me
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eLTVTUDdOdmJjN2s/view?usp=sharingng

Little_Things
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eYmxNWFRnT0w5dTA/view?usp=sharing

Lay_Me_Down
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eUWhaUGREWDFHbUk/view?usp=sharing

Thinking_Out_Loud
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eVGttYzFTOHdEN3M/view?usp=sharing

When_I_was_Your_Man
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eS3hYWTgzdGhYNk0/view?usp=sharing

The_Man_Who_Can't_be_Moved
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eVGttYzFTOHdEN3M/view?usp=sharing

Gimme_Gimme_Gimme/Voulez_Vous
(Sang_by_NTU_CAC_Choir/Singapore)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eSnNGRUNmWllLVnM/view?usp=sharing

Happy_(Excerpt)
(Sang_by_NTU_CAC_Choir/Singapore)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eb3d0RWlwOWIxZ2c/view?usp=sharing

Fly_Me_to_the_Moon
(Sang_by_NTU_CAC_Choir/Singapore)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eYmNZRUJfZnRqRjQ/view?usp=sharing

We_Are_Young/Hey_Soul_Sister
(Sang_by_NTU_CAC_Choir/Singapore)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_ecEJKTDE2cjZyMHc/view?usp=sharing

If_I_Ain't_Got_You
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eWEllU19scS1RN1E/view?usp=sharing

Compositions:
Nightmare_of_a_Daughter
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eRUh4ZnFWVEhLZkU/view?usp=sharing

When She Speaks

Cause'
you can hear the crickets chirp
and listen to the song of the rattlesnake,
the rush of the majestic waterfall
and the welts decorating your forehead.
You feel the drop of Fahrenheit
and the stillness of the wind.
You taste the sweetness of dawn
and the saltiness on your skin.

The world speaks to you with the ole' familiar tongue,
drawing its passionate energy from our one glorious sun.

From the smell of morning dew on each tiny blade of grass,
to chasing after dandelions dancing beside you fast,
from the trees that sway indulgently to the rhythm of your beat,
to the ground that twirl uninhibited to the music of your feet.

You see,

the flowers, they bloom, for just that sparkle in your eye;
exuding parallel magnificence as the milky way in our dark night sky.
The stars, they glow together, with the warmth oozing from your heart,
bringing soft serenity as the dreams begin to start.

And as our little earth falls quietly in slumber,
the glitter magic burns vibrant,
secretly,
silently,
under.

Fire

The fire cleanses and it destroys like Lucifer slays.
Maybe hell and the devil are one of the same,
residing on
every holy candle lit. It dances at the back
of every mind and laughs as
it consumes you like God.

It is described in many ways -
entrancingly green, glowing red,
furiously blue and dark like
the knight.
It chills as it burns and
suffocates
as it breathes.

Do you hear it cackle?

Calmly,
it envelopes and hugs my neck,
kissing with a fervor I've not felt before;
raising my hairs then razing them down;
hissing at my tears, preying with my fears;
blazing souless innocents and begging me-
begging me to fall on my knees,
bow my heart and feign mercy.

Hush.

The sky falls bland as I lay my head.
So I pray that when the light rekindles my face,
the sun would wring
from the anger within,
hipnotic evil that shall live and rise again.

Passionate fear

He came from round the blind corner.

Our eyes met briefly before going back to

the phone. His presence lingered beyond

the sockets. He knows.

The next day he was there with his surreptitious

smile which I knew to grow accustomed to. Shyly

shifted to check the time. He wore blue

without fail, conquering my heart, at Eight O' Six

sharp everyday. Not a peep from me. That is

not our language.

He started bringing me places in my mind I

never knew existed. So fascinated in his glory,

I breathe at his mercy and cry at his pleasure. I

take him everywhere, like pocket providence, and

he whispers bittersweet nothings in my ear.

By the devilry he possesses, the hex, like musty

roses, course through my veins, tearing me

from my bloodline, releasing. those. satisfying.

Endorphin.

He owns my soul; at every any hour of the year.

He slumbers mostly and let the electronics entertain

the little shell as he lay; gentle, sovereign and familiar.

He’ll tug on my heartstrings when it's time to feed.

Then, he consumes me whole.

Magic Trick

Tribute to my gonggong.

A volunteer?
Of course, sexy lady at the back.
Dressed in glitter, wavy dark curls, ruby lips.
Lies down in a box; the box. Tight.
Amazing cloth, always velvet.
Catch her scarlet smirk before she's gone.

Black girl, black box, black cloth.
Silver swords, silver saws, silver spikes.
Red girl, red box, red cloth?

Black Death.
No.
No cloth. No box. No girl.

Aha!
Magical cry, magical chant, magical prayer!
Puff of smoke!
Of course, sexy lady at the back.
Dressed in glitter, wavy dark curls, ruby lips.

Now.
Beige boy. Brown box. Golden cloth.
Trembling cry. Diligent chant. Holy prayer.
Incense smoke.

Grandpa?

Their Tears

I weep for the coughs I hear down the hall

I weep for the kiss I've learned not to miss

I weep for the crows and their merciless calls

I weep for the ignorance, probably not in bliss

I weep for the television, the radio, the news

I weep for the children, the arms, the mind

I weep for the emotional physical abuse

Are those bombs falling from the sky?

I weep for the cities crashing one by one

I weep for the world holding cattle of man

I weep for the seas glowing red with blood

I weep for the guy, laying, gasping for air

I weep for the boy sleeping on white dust

I weep for the girl blowing out red candles

I weep for the parent begging for burnt crust

Is there anything we can't handle?

And I weep for the sake of humane humanity

I wish for more compassionate mentality

I hope for nurturing loving maturity

I pray for the some sort of sound sensibility

So many years of ingenious evolution

So many years of quickened progress

Always on point with being efficient

Maybe it's time to start mourning before death.

Goodnight Grandma

A tribute to my mama

Goodnight Grandmama; sleep tight tonight.
Let your dreams take you away.
Let them take you to a far away land with
clouds beneath your feet. Yes, your feet Mama,
your feet! Throw that wheelchair away, you need
it not. Not then, not ever.
There will be no more suffering and no more pain.
You are being upgraded;
your voice more melodious, your nose sharper,
your bones stronger than your stubbornness,
your mind quicker.
But your eyes will stay the same. Those hazels
exude such warmth and wisdom, they have reached
the epitome of perfection.

I miss you Grandmama.

I miss you Grandmama. Rest your precious heart.
Your amazing heart, filled with love, was never
once too full. Every rhythm had a purpose;
you embrace the world on every thump.
Kindness and empathy always by your side
as you touch the lives of the babies and the grandkids,
the girls and the boys, the women and the men,
the father and the mothers, the friends and of course,
the husband. I wonder if it had ever beaten just for you.

They told me your heart had a condition, Grandma.
They told me it was what brought you to sleep.
I think it was just weighed down by the gold it holds within.
You carried so many of us in there, it's incredible
how big it is.

I love you Grandmama.

I love you, Grandmama, I love you! Do you hear
our cries, Grandmama? Grandmama, I am screaming
up to you! Can you hear me? Grandmama!

I love you.

I miss you.

I want you.

Why did you leave?

Goodnight Grandma; I'm going to bed too.
It's still early so I'll send up a prayer, wishing
my dreams will take me away to a far off land
with my head in the clouds.

And through my pillow, I shall meet
the memories of you and learn to beat
the tempo of compassion and song d'amour,
the dance of affection and how to grow room for more.

Butterfly

Please pause. Freeze pane. Let me take another breath in again.
You were, right here, right there. I can't remember your name.
You are the blue shirt on the crowded bus,
each person pushing me toward the memory of us.
You are the music buzzing in my ear,
every beat touching me, holding me down.
You are the cool breeze on a hot sunny day-
surprising and fleeting, a phantom lingering fay.
In my arms, I caught you, I held you. Only to open up feeling our sheer dismay.