All Art, like all Love, has its roots in Heartache.

Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

I fell in love with you the second I layed eyes on you, it had nothing to do with the way you looked, there was something in your eyes, then I found out what was in your heart.

This blog is dedicated to several people.

Clan LegO
Michele Cheow



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Poetry and major works archive

The Michele Cheow Collection

Fragments Of A Song
And the End
Ocean of Madness
A Millon Pieces
This Night
One Day
Regret
Once Upon A Song

The Musing In Between

A Friend's Lament
Supernova
On A Dish
Green Eyed Monster
Cloud Castle
My Love For You
The Moth And The Candle
The Marble, Brook and Star
Footprints
A Night Of Magic
Imprisoned
Masks
Inspiration
The Songbird And The Maestro
Hydra
Apple
Skylines
Strings
Fragile
If Only You Could See The Geometry

A New Light

Deus' Magnum Opus
Rain
Impulse
In-toxication
Duel

Hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all

The world will not end when God grants it.
It will end when the last heart is broken

Dexter
DongWei
EngYian
Gina
Grace
GuangRui
HuiMin
JiaWen
JLam
Joey
Melvyn
TingJun
WeiRong
YunYing
Yvonne
ZhengRui

Thursday, October 04, 2007
After being challanged by a poem on a certain Miss S.S blog, the devil naturally has to show off a little of his accomplishment, as well as the evil of man. Read then, about the betrayal of man.

Apple

In a Land beyond man's meausre
Is a Garden of pleasure and treasure
And Beneath a great tree lay a Man
The Fruit of one mighty Plan

He was the very mirrior of Perfection
The one of the Creator's affection
So the Maker gave him a companion
To ease him from his lone destitution

And once when the Master was out one day
The sly serpent came and lead man astray
He offered the man the greatest of temptations
And beyond the reach of Good's redemption

And the evil in man inherent
Planted in him the seed of rebellion
The nymph of his fell for the hook
And from the tree an apple she took

She raised it to her lover lips
And the strand of Good in man trips
The Evil in man in audacity
Succumbed to his voracity

In the evening when the Lord returned
He was aghast to find loyalties turned
The Most Ancient Adversary
Had corrupted his emissary

Through the tempting of an apple

Wong Wen Pu 4.10.2007
See the evil, disloyal, unhonest nature inherent in all man
When a man can betray the All High, friendship means nothing to him
posted @ 8:23 PM