Poetry from the Participants
Charades
Must my mask be lifted to confront myself
It's my mold yet it doesn't seem to fit.
Quit playing salmon and catch the surf for once
Superficial peace has you in pieces.
My crumbs are telling on me. Could this be me?
It fits like oreos in milk.
Trippy shudders of hallucination in my core.
Pearl, your words reflect my thoughts.
Does it fit me or I fit my mask?
The Journey
I held and I pushed
I hummed and I drummed
To the sound of the rhythm
I painted, then contemplated
I stroked, then the silent broke
I went wild like a tiger
hungry like a bear
but the best part was to be free
as a bird.
I sniffed nature at its best
Then let my senses take over the rest.
I strummed and appreciated the beauty of art
while the cameras clicked
But that is not what makes me tick
I moulded a face out of my very own
my gentle hands smoothing the edges
the colours I chose, crying imposed
the heart, mind and soul brings
everything to a close.
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Mix of colours here and there,
Uncertain I am through it all,
Expressing myself through visual arts,
What a method unconventional,
Abstract it is but in the end,
Came up with a mask of fiery,
Cosy a midst the thorns,
The imperfect mask I came to adore.
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A task at hand to pin my problems,
not through words but art it is,
seldom tried my forte oh please,
I give it a go for what have I to lose,
Amidst the uncertainty an open heart.
A brush in hand the steer of my life,
emotionally engaged I filled the white void,
with despairing strokes of yellow and blue,
came up with an artpiece I adore,
A hand to some a face to others,
whatever it is i certainly had no idea.
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The color of white, symbolise things that are pure?
Serenity, peace and kindness am I truly sure?
OR... it is just a plain and boring color
which seems like a heart with no flavour.
I stared and scrutinised the white piece of paper
Then my mind was suddenly filled with colorful splendour
Hey! Where's that come from, I have never knew of its existence before!
Green, red and yellow
Black surrounded with sorrow
love, peace and money
None of which I've aplenty
Born again the dullness of life
Born again the feeling of disgusts
Hey, stop it, contemplate and embrace
They are the gift for you to taste
Be it purple the color of your face
Or just a plain white mask for you to gaze.
Face the music of life when you listen
There's always help near or distance
Laugh till you cry or run and hide you might try
But surely and slowly you grow to believe
Color, music, sound and life is here as a gift.
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Crunching footsteps & a platter of rain
Rustle of branches howled through the trees
Dont' vent your wrath if you're in rage...
Just let it go and you'll be ease...
See the pendulum onomatopoeia
You have to take your time but never waste it here
Nothing paradoxical for me
Feedom, I just want to break free...
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While I was walking through the jungle My leg shivering and
I became perspire, I felt so agitated. It was dark, silent and
many weird noises, the sounds of animals. Then I was in the middle
of the jungle, my heart now its depend on me became 50/50, whether to continue or not to
go through the obstacles. I forced myself and put my efforts to challenge
the fear that I h ad.
After I had overcome my fears, suddenly I saw a beautiful firecrackers
sparkling... Woah... I shouted. I proceed nearer, I found out, there
had many painted drawing papers hanging on the walls, I was mesmerised
with the beautiful arts with different stories. There had many meanings
anger, loves, pessimistic, enjoyful, sinful, fun and lastly the roads to
heaven.
Now than I know, it is a Arts without Limits Exhibition.
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From the internal part of an actor
They display with them their genuine character
A symbolic design appear from their poster
Either their joy or their suffer
Doesn't care the ambiance or the atmosphere
As long as they could release all their pressure
Definately they will have their pleasure
Then only I could, rest assured
that all the burden & load, is being shared, together.
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Fear and confusion paralysed my feet when I stepped into
the unknown territory.
My heart said, "Follow yr animal instinct." But my mind
said, "No. Don't tread on the places you don't
know."
(Sigh) What a confusion?! Which should I trust? the
Heart or the Mind? Neither or both?
In retrospection, I've always acted on Faith becoz it
energizes the Heart, Mind & Soul.