I love and hate how unexpected life can be ...
Thought the highlight of Explore Singapore: The Magic of the Night at the Peranakan Museum would be the illusion shows by JC Sum and Ning, as advertised. Bleh!
Yet, the most boring event I thought and I would probably skipped became our next discussion topic into the wee hours of the night, strongly accompanied by beers and dry martinis.
The Proletariat Poetry Factory - individuals in bloody mary red suits, typing frantically (at times, paused in frustrations) with old school typewriters. The produced poems by your given word for inspiration like servile poets to the public. Randomly appear locally in flea markets like MAAD, FleaFlyFloFun and Black Market at Dempsey.
A common word given created much controversy within yours truly.
First, irritated - so rude!
Second, frustrated - what rights do you have to say so?
Third, shocked - reality kicks in. The truth hurts.
Next, feeling exposed - naked.
Vulnerable, to be exact.
How can a total stranger wrote a random poem, inspired by an ordinary word hit me right spot on? Not a fan in coincidences. Am deeply awed in bewilderment.
Would love to know what inspires the poet and how the poet connects happiness to control. The perspective of life from an artist is truly different, eh?
Under my breath of @#$%^&, at the furthest corner of my heart, am grateful on the piece of advice given. Really! :)
= Word: Happiness =
you pursue
but i am ever evasive
you dont have a clue
about my nature
you grip too hard you control freak
so i get squeezed out between the fingers
im sore from the expereience
i wont linger
i wont give you happiness
you don't deserve it
Video - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FsnZsJgiXGs
2 Thoughts:
hee hee .. time to hunt down your beloved poet next :p hee hee ....
I better living with the memerable past than an illusinated and sorrowful present.....
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