Thursday, February 28, 2008



Lyrical Lemongrass said...

what the f^%k is this strange number
that appears without a story?
A memory of some sinister passage?
Or a tale of doom so deathly?

I see the light
I know the scoop
Of twenty eight
On twenty eight

Of celebrations dear
And sweetness near
It tastes like honey
It engulfs me warmly

Twenty eight
I embrace you.
I wish
You wouldn't
Bid me adieu.

Nic (KHKL) said...

lyrical lemongrass:

it is a bittersweet post
of a special number
of a "27" ghost
which came much later

a bleak moment i find
for i'm still so blind
while time is passing by
and life is still a try

will i succeed
and be honestly happy?
or should i proceeed
with this mundane journey?

of 28 in the midst
with no agenda on the list
what's ahead is anyone's guess
but i should be hopeful, no less

hopefulness, many a way
those lovely words and more
really made his day
and he's ever grateful for