Sunday, April 12, 2015


Teenage angst. Anger. Searching for identity. All the while leaning dangerously to the left. :)

digital image by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness


i got my pendant
at the Thieves' Market.
you can get almost anything
there, if you just asked,
porn, nunchakus, weed
the weasel who sold it
swore it was gunmetal but
i probably knew better.
anyway i wore
that piece of steel
like an amulet
the whole summer,
my rebellion,
my revolution.
i kept my hair long
my temper short,
vitriol rolled off my tongue
like well-oiled bullets,
i was the poet that
wanted to change the world
but i could not.
Che was a god
who had been killed
in Bolivia,
but gods don't die
and i was confused,
i did not understand
and all i could do was
sweat out the summer,
dripping with rage
while the days ran hot
and the rain trees bled
dead brown leaves,
the air hung thick
with bitter ash
and i wore that
peace symbol
the whole damn summer
waiting for the army
to come for me.

written : various dates from 70's to present.
revised : 21/03/2015 (UNESCO World Poetry Day)

"Things really ain't that tough
As long as I'm still able, to turn the t.v. off"

-- Daryl Hall & John Oates, 70's Scenario

Shared on Poetry Pantry #247 at Poets United. Finally, a completed work from little scraps of writings over the years. :)

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Sunday, March 29, 2015

even as the sky rains

Mr. Lee Kuan Yew, founding father and first prime minister of Singapore.

1923 - 2015

photo/haiga by dsnake1

"This is my country. This is my life. This is my people…
We dug our toes in, we built a nation."

-- Lee Kuan Yew

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Sunday, March 08, 2015

even surcharges are no incentives

I wrote this nonsense for NaPoWriMo 2013. I think no one read this piece of crap yet.

There was a time I was recalled back to work in the dead of night pretty frequently. Ah, the nightmares!

photo by dsnake1

even surcharges are no incentives

it's 5 a.m. +
a cold, lonely strip of road
and all i am thinking is home.
but the taxis won't stop.
the drivers see
a single male
with a bag
and just speed on.

perhaps it was the bag.

after the 4th
uncooperative cab or so,
the first bus of the day comes,
it's headlights flaring.
it stops
when flagged.
the driver
is sullen,
a couple of passengers
laid in the seats
like dead fishes.

but really it's okay.


The original title of this piece was "early morning transport" but I thought it was a lousy title.

"and when the driver cracked a joke
about the government
the three of us laughed again
in the middle of the night."

-- dsnake1, night takes.

Shared on Poetry Pantry #242 at Poets United.

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Sunday, February 22, 2015

in the year of the goat

The Lunar New Year is already four days old, and I am really enjoying myself these few days, doing all the things I liked, like goofing off, eating and drinking, and abusing the video game machine. And writing a blog post again.

Let's hope it will be a good year too. Tomorrow, it will be back to the daily grind.

photo by dsnake1

in the year of the goat

let us then
be like the lotus
blooming out of mud
resilient & hopeful
or the sparrows that play
under the shadow of the bodhisattva
knowing that they will be protected
or the first light beams of the dawn
true and sharp and fearless
let us sing tunes
even without words
let us be then
all of these.



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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

that you left me

photo by G Hodan
image from

that you left me

i was afraid
time will erase
your memories

your smiles

and i am
getting old

so today
i will just

some words

i cannot
send you
a card
like before

or take your
hands in mine

and point to
the stars
in the sky

take this as
a poem

for you

and if you
have read it
you will smile

and would
have cried.


"Sometimes, in moments of quiet solitude,the past catches up with you and holds your hand."
-- dsnake1, urban poems, Feb 2008

This is another re-post. But today is a special day...

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Sunday, January 18, 2015


I know I shouldn't be posting this, the first post of the year...

photo by Yuriy
image from publicdomainpictures


walking across an empty car park, my heart has taken on the darkness of this night. i am thinking about a lot of things, the twelve hour shift i have just clocked, the hunger in my belly, the way this country is going, this rain that is still falling. the two NYC cops. Christmas doesn't feel like Christmas anymore. you want to run tears like the cold rain that had fallen on your face.

i punch a coke
from the vending machine.
wish it was a beer.


"and i shelter in the dark
like bats seeking moonlight"

-- dsnake1, after a rain

Shared on Poetry Pantry #235 at Poets United.

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Thursday, January 01, 2015

a lesson

Raise your hands all those who agree that 2014 had been mostly a bad year.

digital sketch by dsnake1, made with Sketchpad

a lesson

On a New Year's eve, as I was about to go to work in the afternoon, a lady knocked on my front door. She was selling ballpoint pens. She had a card stating she was partially blind. Her dress had seen better days, but she was neat. She was also missing a couple of front teeth.

As I was in a hurry, I declined. She smiled and apologised and started to walk away. And then like a slap, it hit me. This is New Year's eve, for goodness sake. Why were you so mean? And I ran and caught up with the lady at the lift landing.

So I bought a pen from the lady, all for two bucks. I am kicking myself now. I mean, how much can one make from two bucks? I should have bought a few more. Here I was griping about working on New Year's eve, and here was a lady who would probably never be able to find a job that can pay her a decent wage.

Today has taught me a lesson. Slow down, man, slow down. Breathe, and then breathe deeply again. You may be able to see better.


Here's wishing all my readers a safe and happy New Year!

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