I want to live a life filled with idiosyncrasies,
I want to live a life knowing my identity.
I want to live my life not built on materialistic gains,
But on unprecendented virtues and sayings of
"What a remarkable man!"

I want to strive for betterment,
But not by my own efforts.
But through the workings of the unseen Spirit,
Sanctification in a fallen world.

I want to break the mould,
That evil has forged so long ago.
The grip of anxiety and brokeness,
about time for the Devil to let go.

I want to believe in a divine truth,
That this life has a purpose.
But the hour seems to darkens,
And i find no solace here.

I want to leave you reading this on a high note,
But truth is, reality restraints me so.
For my wantings seem too idealistic,
And in time, I'll tell you if there's truth in what I beleive.


~

Go! Leave me alone!
Let me wallow in self-pity,
I feel no love, I don't need no help or sympathy.


2003 Max Koh Ken Wui

Often I ask,
"What is it all for?"
To linger in the past, and not pressing on.

And in moments like these I feel less of a man,
Suppressed by an overwhelming feeling,
At the brink of depression, hope demands.

Copyright©2003 Max Koh Ken Wui

It saddens me!
The frailty of my being,
I feel so unremarkably stupid,
Like despairing flickers in callous winds.

It overwhelms me.
The solitary defeat!
The defining moment of life significant,
Dwindle into anonymity, lest I ought to be.

It scares me, really-
The uncertainty of destiny.
The failure of unconquered causes;
In scrutiny of familiar eyes, the letdown of harbouring dreams.

It devours me!
Knowing that I am the defeated.
I am the epitome of weariness brought down to its knees.

It harasses me-
In hope, in truth, in sadness,
Disappointment unpreceded even with efforts,
But must it still be- even with all I can muster?

It belittles me,
I am but a fade into the grey,
Forever lost in insignificance-
The binding truth of the soul in dismay.

It is what becomes of me,
Not that I can help the circumstances of life,
I am defined by the matter-of-fact,
Drifting from moment to moment losing all sense of time.


~

This moment therein,
Where emotions and harsh truth leaves me aghast?
Even as I find the right words,
No words come to pass.

It fails! It all fails!
And me?
I am the embodiment of unsufficing dreams.

Copyright©2003 Max Koh Ken Wui

Hey,

It's been some time since i updated this blog. Well since there's been renewed interest (or new interest) in this blog... and i have broadband and some free time... here's some old poems and songs that should have made it a long time ago.

Enjoy!

Flying Egg! The next series of poems (or a trilogy... since it's the buzzword these days), was written during a dark epoch of my life when I was searching for meaning and purpose in life. It was during the coming months towards the STPM exam where I struggled with these issues, as I felt pressured to do well for STPM and believing that my future is secured by doing well.

In hindsight, it was short-sighted of me at that time- but I thankful for the period for it made me who am I today. After all, we are who we are because of our experiences, whether good or bad...

As Robert Plant sings it.. "Good times, bad times..

Love O love,
Ev'r so beautiful is Thy love,
Ev'n not expressed plainly,
But scattered in the subtlest of words.

Bliss O bliss,
Ev'r mounting is such bliss,
The heavenly Muse shines upon Thee,
In words Thy speak of heav'nly peace.

Grace O grace,
From Thee shines ev'rlasting grace,
Could it be i find worth,
In eyes of ev'rlasting gaze?

Joy O joy,
The liberation of exceeding joy,
From what weighed down my soul,
Now knows not but true and saintly joy.

Pray O pray,
Naught else but I in earnest pray,
My petition and gratitude to the Father,
That Thee rest in His perfect and eternal place.

Praise O praise,
From the depths of my soul I praise,
That I would percieve the love of Thy Maker,
That continues to shine from Thy face.

Written sometime in October 2003

I’ve been thinking about tomorrow
How life’s all there to claim
The abundance of the sorrows
And death with all the joy it brings
And if grace is but an illusion
The crutch of a broken man
Let me tell you brother sisters
That life is more than just a two-ounce of pain

You can blame it all on conscience
Or the cynical remarks of men
But faith is looking yonder
Far across this land
And if I should know tomorrow
The uncertainties it bring
There’s one truth that will follow (all my days)
Is that life is more than just a two-ounce of pain

And if I fall…
Would I claim to lose it all?
When all is naught…
There’s naught to call my own
We’re mere strangers in this land
We’re part of a better plan
That life is more than just two ounce of pain

If you’re looking for redemption
A reason for your soul to sing
There’s a melody that calls us
If only if you would sing
And I would give it all
All that I know
By the time this life is over
That life is more than just two-ounce of pain

And when I fall…
I don’t claim to lose it all
When all is naught…
There’s naught to call my own
We’re mere stewards of this land
We’re part of a better plan
That life is more than just two-ounce of pain

(Solo)

And the glory of it all…
There’s naught to call my own
We’re mere stewards of this land
We’re part of a better plan
That life is more than just two ounce of pain

Well I’m still thinking about tomorrow
But now I understand
The joy and all its sorrows
Is easy to comprehend
That the life that is set before us
Is bought for a price that costs more than two-ounce of pain


Written on 19th September 2004

Canta Rosa permeates the day,
Draperies of her scent linger on still;
Reminiscence of the day when my heart gave way,
For these eyes to rob, for this soul to steal.

A picturesque figure of pompous exaltation,
The sight~ a quaint foretaste of my home above;
Charmed by her refined manners and courteous disposition,
Redefined my words for all that I ever loved.


Written sometime in 2002

(C) Max Koh Ken Wui 2004

(This is for the girl which my heart has set apart ever since I laid eyes on her and for the heart that keeps mine beating to this very day.)

My sweetness!!!
Ain’t nothing that I can’t see
That you are the only one for me,
That you are the only one for me.

My darling!!!
It’s ain’t over until it’s been,
I’m in love and I don’t know since,
I’m in love and I don’t know since…

CHORUS:
Since I got you strutting out in my sight,
You’re a fine looking woman and I don’t know why,
That I just can’t stop thinking of you,
Oh… darling please… can I fit your shoes…

My woman!!!
You’re the only one for me,
Say yes you’ll pretty please,
Say yes you’ll pretty please,

O darling!!!
It’s ain’t over until it’s been.,
I’m in love and I don’t know since,
I’m in love and I don’t know since,

(guitar solo)

CHORUS:
Since I got you strutting out in my sight,
You’re a fine looking woman and I don’t know why,
That I just can’t stop thinking of you,
Oh… darling please… can I fit your shoes…

My woman!!!
You’re the only one for me,
Say yes you’ll pretty please,
Say yes you’ll pretty please,

O darling!!!
Now that it’s clear to see,
That you are the only one for me,
That you are the only one for me…


Written on 22th April 2004

With love,
(C) Max Koh Ken Wui 2004

Discharge me from the barrage of laughter,
The resonance subdues as the mind grows stronger,
Displeases the throng with a tune so strong,
Ever long it resonates, ever long it emancipate.

The land was barren, even more the people,
Restless yet tired, with hope yet faithless,
The sight was near, for it was not beyond hope,
But the images carved, for them it was hope.

The vagueness of things clouded their judgment,
Prompted by a faith lost with their sense of discernment,
The Gold becomes the sand; the sand becomes the gold,
Blinded by an unforgiving sight, so became the mold.

What insults to the forefathers that stood by the Law,
The Law that will govern the people, when that day brought forth,
The exact hour of conception, so did the mold stood tall,
The relativity of constancy, time did not have to tell us all.

The one that is faithful, the one that is true,
The liberty of justice not imbued in a statue,
Yet our failing moments blind us to see this,
Bound by our uncircumstances, we become like these.

Like these vagrants, we are subjected to the harshness of the land,
The sun pours it beams, we are but at the mercy of his hand,
Stranded in the wilderness with hope not a mile in sight,
Often we not falter in the disparagement of our blight?

But in the midst do we see the obvious?
Like sand is the Gold, more than sand is the Gold,
Milk and honey flows even when promises yet to unfold,
The land is rich even though.

Should despair turn into hope, should hope turn into despair?
Even I become the lone, wilt not me in dismay?
Yes! Should the discouraged come I am not afraid,
Sand is but a reminder of the journey that lies ahead.


August 10th 2003
(C) Max Koh Ken Wui 2004

Note: Personally, this is one of the poems that I really love. Each time i read it, it challenges me and encourages me. The fact that I written it does not undermine the fact that it is a Divine Muse that inspires me to write these words; and I am thankful to Him that I have a channel to leave a mark in this rotten world. May it be an encouragement to you too.

"Like sand is the Gold, more than sand is the Gold."

Who’s to tell the world that it don’t spin for you no more?
Who’s to say that I’ll never know?
Cause baby you got-
Me to tell you that I love you,
And the world don’t mean anything anymore.

Who’s to say that all your friends are out there to get you?
And words don’t mean anything anymore?
Well, baby you got-
Me to tell you that I love you,
And the world don’t mean anything anymore.

Dadada…

Who’s to say the songs are meant for your broken heart?
And the happy ones are mocking you,
Cause baby you got-
Me to sing you that I love you,
And the songs don’t mean anything anymore.

Who’s to tell the sun that it don’t shine for you?
And all the stars are falling down,
Cause baby you got-
Me to tell you that I love you,
And the world don’t mean anything anymore.

Written on 27th April 2004
(C) Max Koh Ken Wui 2004