Stranger on Earth

The Tattooed Rebel   - Edward Ong  The living ink on your body breathes  Faraway myths my imagination cannot reach. The merman way you flex yourself - in the dying amber light of the day - Gives the black swirls a meaning  Only my intuitive eyes can comprehend. On your neck stand the Three Crosses, Holy in their uprightness and yet  Condemned by your liberal peers. The defiance of your existence starts here, Almost at eye level, and I am (I must admit) Aroused by its forthrightness, The suffering of the saint and sinners you have Committed to carrying until you are ash. The grinning skull on your bicep is A reminder of everlasting death, The sparkling diamond in its mouth Is the preciousness of here and now. So smile! and I trace with my fingers The cluster of bright stars Across your mountainous shoulders. From these stars we came, Ancient dust sprinkled through time to settle  On the planet of Love and Hate. Heart riven, my ...

Spring,  A season for new beginnings. Just as how the flowers blossom best at this time,  So do our hearts,  with love. In a blink of an eye,  Summer comes and goes. A time where we jump into pools with no fear,  A time where we feel strongest,  the fire burning within our souls - When our only desire is each other. Autumn comes in a swift,  The most beautiful season of them all. When changes are inevitable,  When decisions must be made. As the leaves begin to turn brown,  You wonder if this is the one. Come Winter may,  A conclusion must be drawn. To huddle through the cold,  Or let it be buried underneath it all. A bet you must make,  The risk you must take. After the storm passes,  A new day begins. If not the most beautiful snow,  Then open your arms,  And welcome a new Spring. * ‘Spring, A season for new beginnings.’ I intone th...

Beauty/Weakness  Edward Ong  Weakness is my beauty  For since birth I've known I'm not Meant to last. This existence has imperfections aplenty, And so I seek out the beauty That is my weakness on windless nights When the heat of the day has not Dissipated, And I melt body and soul, Puddle formless reflecting  The mythical perfection  Known only to the fallible Gods.  8.2.16   Penang, Malaysia