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Sunrise

Jason Arikid — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 18:38:55 +0000

↑ Sunrise – BobbySummer

“Mornings” – Club 8

Part I

Once I was asked, “Who might probably see a sunrise?”

I thought it was above thinking twice and said, “Surely everyone, only if they are living.”

But it turned out to be a butt for I was quite simple-minded. I hadn’t realized that till someone cued me, “When was the last time you saw a sunrise?”

How I wished I’d been able to answer him, and yet somehow I couldn’t.

Being dumb was not that easy, not like when I was asked something on syntax or phonetics.

I couldn’t remember when it was the last time I saw a sunrise because I’m always up well after the sun is up. I simply take it for granted that the sun rises every day no matter if I witness it by the window.

The answer emerged that one has to stay up till dawn to see a sunrise.

But why does he have to?

Because he’s all alone.

Part II

Really doubt if it is dawn

Chromatic wash on the lawn

A verdant place turns fawn

Fine enough to stifle a yawn

Man in bed looks so drawn

Beside another he is a pawn

Intimacy would not be sawn

Without cruelty or a bit of brawn

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You Are Not Alone

Jason Arikid — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 08:03:33 +0000

Something sweet
Something bitter
Ambitious beats
Tremendous glitter

You were a legend
Born under Virgo
Now you’re distant
From a worldwide imbroglio

Anything but ordinary
Till the day you lay prone
See you nibble a scarlet cherry
You are not alone

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“You Are Not Alone” – Michael Jackson

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Beer

Jason Arikid — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 12:48:55 +0000

Oh beer
In my life where you adhere
I’ve never had a seer
Along with me year after year

Oh here
You splashed my trendy gear
At nothing did I peer
Somehow I heard my heart shedding tears

Oh dear
You kissed me with a leer
I didn’t let out jeers
But needed to disappear

So weird
Why should I have to fear
Of all the things I hear
At least I could veer
From the cliff to which I career

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Mopping Rhapsody

Jason Arikid — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 05:27:14 +0000

Mopping Rhapsody

We’re gonna mop TB#7 tomorrow afternoon

Little dust’s gone before us

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Time to Graduate

Jason Arikid — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 06:13:28 +0000

Time to Graduate

Time to graduate has come out of the blue.

First of all, I’m gonna say something true.

To the teachers who are toiling day and night:

I’m eager to hold y’all tight!

To the roommates who are leaving for their separate ways:

All the time, I expect to keep you under my gaze!

To Dear Fellows and my best friends:

Forever never comes ’til love between us ends!

To my bosom friends who are flying to the other side of the world:

You don’t know how sad I would be if autumn leaves around me twirled.

If tomorrow comes, when everybody I know here disappears,

Don’t laugh at my weep though boys hardly shed tears.

We used to complain about the unsavory food at a campus dining hall.

That taste is part of our memories and also unique when

you try to recall.

We used to stay up late and watch a boring film together.

And we used to run a long long way through the stormy weather.

……

However, it’s time for us to say goodbye.

Bottom up, every girl and every guy!

Take a sip of the sparkling wine,

Forget the sorrow all down the line!

Discard all the unpleasant past,

Only our future will always last.

The final words to close my rhyme:

I’M PROUD OF Y’ALL AT ANY TIME!

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Rosebed

Jason Arikid — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 04:32:06 +0000

Rosebed

Before break of dawn

Let your dagger pierce into my chest

On the gorgeously prepared bed

Of ninety-nine hundred full-blown roses

Do these roses gather beneath for me?

Some Fans Have Got PHD

Jason Arikid — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 19:08:00 +0000

Her fans say they know everything of her
Her height, her weight and her character
They are constant purchasers of her recent release
They spend parents’ money on her films and CD’s

Once there’s factually a sex photos scandal
She’s involved, weak as a winking candle
Fans refuse to believe it’s true
To anyone talking of her they must boo

“She is the victim! She is the victim!”
“She’s my angel and impossibly the reported bim!”
Fans are scattered voicing their stuffy resistance
As if her innocence were of vital significance

“I used to be very naive and very silly.”
“I thank my fans, friends and company.”
She was smiling without a single expected tear
As if on hearing the words people should collectively cheer

Didn’t she clearly admit? Yes, maybe.
Weren’t fans dumbfounded? Just partially.
The rest are still speaking a defensive language
Thus I say some fans have got Permanent Head Damage

Pieces

Jason Arikid — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 18:30:42 +0000

Pieces

Tear me into pieces

The way I tore your love

At last my body freezes

You’ll no more deem me rough

How come I was so fed up

That I wished I hadn’t known you

Spilling the coffee in my cup

You hopped into the hustling crew

The mezzanine where we once had lunch

Is shut as if it goes into liquidation

The promise of the mysterious flower bunch

Remains in the inverse hallucination

There is a mountain

Tens of thousands of feet high

By the clear fountain

I utter nothing but a sigh

Though our sights are disconnected

I’m awfully sorry but I won’t climb

Before guilt makes my ego infected

I’m scratching this unspeakable rhyme

Tear me into pieces

The way I tore your heart

Unless memory decreases

I’ll no more deem you smart