everyday I look around and see the way
but just once in my life I'd like to see a day
spent walking down that way
and not watching it only to say
I wish that things could be that way
WanderingWondering and wandering, what place to rest the search?
Outer space or inner mind, each yields a separate perch
Like wings aloft among clouds so soft, plummeting to the earth
when the two combine, and intertwine, true flight shall have birth
Ode To RockI'm tired of lying in the sunshine
and staying home to watch the rain
I cannot sit by while castles burn
and that wheel in the sky - it keeps on turnin'
lives are spent
while steel is bent
to mold a new song
so I'm goin' down by the river
goin' down, goin' down, goin' down now
with a gun in my hand
waiting for the ricochet
like a blind man shooting at the world
gonna carve myself a new stone
but ain't gonna carry it alone
if you join in my song
then it won't be long
rock will surely reclaim the throne
Rhyming WayI have an obsession with rhyming
the problem lies not in the timing
surely it must sound absurd
when I try to put thought into word
Naked Against The Stonenaked against the stone
wish you would leave me alone
can't I do it on my own?
this place I can't call home
might as well build a wall
already made the fall
silence and shadow is all
I need to go AWOL
I asked for a room, but they gave me a cage
asked for a book, only gave me a page
asked for a break, so they put me on stage
asked for some peace, then they filled me with rage
I want to be part of a story,
but this gold-leaf binding's got empty brown pages
don't let them tell you gold is expensive
makes a poor blanket, and doesn't taste too good
frozen in place and sheltering my face
no court would take up my case
we subdue the masses, while killing the individual
Ebb and Flowresist the urge to run
refuse the need to hide
embrace the setting sun
and fight the ebbing tide
Careful With That Axe, Eugenecareful with that axe, eugene
don't forget to wipe it clean
your neighbors all think it's obscene
but you needed to let off some steam
the way you hacked off their limbs
just blame it on a crazy whim
their lives, once bright, now are dim
but their necks really needed a trim
The Ballad of Falling Snowwinter's come again,
and my heart has grown cold
snow is softly falling,
my joy has grown old
I found out today,
you don't love me no more
please, can't somebody tell me,
what living is for?
the world is growing dark,
I haven't seen the sun in days
I've been trying real hard,
but I can't change my sorry ways
when I look out at the world,
the whole world seems so bleak
I try to scream for help,
but you know I can hardly speak
there's a cape not far from home,
a great place to learn to fly
the pain cuts me so deep,
well I think I'd just like to die
The Eyeless Stare (2)I'm waging a war
on a phantom battleground
and the opposing army consists of myself
versions of me existing within the minds of others
illusions that torture me
no less for being unreal
and they're defeating me
I can feel your eyes upon me
each and every one of you
even those of you who aren't looking
even those of you who aren't listening
your eyes are upon me, too
and every second is Judgement Day
praise and acceptance are betrayed by self-doubt
even when your eyes are kind
and your words gentle
it's not you that speaks to me
it's the me that lives inside of you
and my words are venomous, and vile
the communication gap is an intraversible void of blackness, and sorrow
and I can only be free from myself
when I'm free from everybody else
Black DeathBlack Death is calling
how I hate to be alone (repeat)
I keep crying for my family
but they're all dead and gone
There's no one left to comfort me
no one to talk to (repeat)
My friends have died and left me
what ever will I do?
My mother and my father
are buried outside town (repeat)
They tried to look after me
but Black Death struck them down
Now Black Death is calling
and I don't want to be alone (repeat)
Everyone else has fallen
they're all resting in the ground
I tried to save my lover
but there was nothing I could do (repeat)
She died in my arms
and now I've done caught it, too
The doctors they can't help me
they can't keep death away (repeat)
The preachers say to pray to God
but God won't help today
'Cause Black Death's come calling
and I am all alone (repeat)
I hope this pain and misery
don't follow me to the tomb
and we found...we love like we sin, terrified and breathless.
we are tea-at-midnight girls, naming constellations
that don't exist after lost tourists we meet on the
street, reminding our freckle covered shoulders
that even beautiful things can be made ordinary.
we are broken fingers and half-closed eyelids and a
penchant for mischief. we are ribbon skin and frantic
desires and incandescent hope. we are a voice spilling
secrets to falling leaves diving after their arachnid brothers,
mimicking the millions before us who were
judged unfairly, unjustly but all too correctly.
we whisper promises to dandelions because they do not
know how to hold grudges and we refuse to die because
the world can not stand the sight of our scars and
cloud-colored eyes filled with a malady called freedom.
we are believers and dreamers and scared to death but we
are not done yet. we are dusty library windows and thunder
raking through bones and leaving eyes glowing, skin shaking,
burning whispers of 'I'm sorry, but this is
moonshines in georgiaman on the moon:
giddy with lumps of north georgia seas
greased on the crease of my lips
gravity drips from crescent couch-cavities
when tides belch from below --
burst on the water's edge,
earth's bourbon sailors retch in moonshined ripples
trickled blue murder on their crinkled crimes;
raking water wrinkles like a wayward drunk
stuck on sunken bootleggin' dreams.
it's been a long, long time
since I've drowned your hemisphere
for fishing like a moon-raker,
swishing my bait-lines with tobacco
squished in your shallow gums
as you dare to down my air
breathing in this sincere georgia night.
the world is brighter where
dregs of strangers' revels remain --
i keep this half-light for my own.
i'll stay until the wind sighs a scotch-and-smoke
cliché, til the Muscadet's slipped from the lip
of my wayward
hello.(i know you're there before you do.)
your night is told in
patchouli-pulse wanders; mine,
in whorls of liqueur-breath. come
close and i'll find the warp
through the weft, the trails telling tales
in synaesthesia --
Platinum Blonde's been 'round and gone.
(-- closer, find syllables strewn
in an exhale's wake; stolen from my throat-
ful of careless farewells, spin and sway
and beg you stay.)
time enough for a kiss-
and-never-tell, for a stumbling waltz
to the dissonance of crystal-shatter odes
to the summerlong i knew you --
we were(n't) meant for more than this.
morning goes right through you,
and breathes a thousand fortunes in-
to shards of (our) stranger starfall.
hushi'm done wishing
on shooting stars, and
i want to be done with you:
i'll let dust settle
on my telescope,
let dust settle in
my throat, my lungs.
twist your fingers through
my vocal cords,
press your palm to
my lips and tell me, hush
don't wish on things
falling too fast
to hear you
maybe i'll wish
they are quiet houses
for muted ghosts, though
more alive than you
have ever been.
i'll let you
pull me under,
paint my eyes
with salt, blind me
so you can murmur, shh
even dead things
can be beautiful
Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:
You're tired, unable to create anything.
You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!
Why won't these words come together?
"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."
Yet the solution is fairly simple...
I'm showing it to you now;
Break up your ideas, smaller sized.
They come together, like in Tetris.
Rotate the blocks; shape your art.
Draw chibis and stick figures too.
Instead of epics, try a haiku.
How about a six word story?
If your mind is blocked, overheated.
Let it cool; take it slow.
By attempting all the smaller things,
Your art is sure to grow.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013
Sea-Salt Ice Cream Recipe
Sea-Salt Ice Cream
Wire whisk or fork
Medium sized saucepan
Medium sized bowl
1 cup measure
1 teaspoon measure
Ice-cream maker or ice-pop molds or a cooler of liquid nitrogen (optional)
1 heart (optional get it)
1 cup milk
1 cup sugar
1 cup heavy cream
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
blue and green food coloring (optional)
1. Re-arrange the letters of your name and add an X somewhere.
2. Crack 2 eggs into the bowl and whisk well for a few minutes. A wire whisk works best but a fork can do in a pinch.
3. Add the cup of sugar into the eggs and continue to whisk well until creamy.
4. Heat the milk in the saucepan over medium heat until warmish hot while constantly stirring with the wooden spoon (do not use a metal spoon it will scratch your pot and make the milk burn easier). The milk should be right before boiling, but do not
Slutit implodes on the walls of your skull
and slides, sickly
off your tongue
like the body of a slug.
when it hits the floor
it is not quiet,
but sharp as a slap
and totters out of
they are disgusting
and you are ill.
there is no more room
washed away by the slime
coming out of your pores.
the fault is yours
An artist (revised)
Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block