The Grinch

We've all heard the story of the Grinch

When I was young, I used to think this guy was just plain stupid!

I mean, he gets all these toys and rather than make himself some dough

He grows a heart and gives them back to the kids

I mean how lame!

But then a friend told me a story years back

About the richest man in the world

He's old, crippled and weathered

He spends his days counting all his gold

Coin for coin, daily, to make sure they are all there

He spends his day polishing them, inspecting them

My friend explains, the old man is the richest man in the world

Because he's the last living person

And so he's got all the money in the world

But nothing to spend it on

So he fills his days counting them and polishing them

And I suddenly realized that the Grinch had an angle

Return the toys, makes some friends, win some hearts

At no cost to himself, he was, I mean returning back what wasn't his

And at the end of day, he gets a free meal, the joy of good company

And even some gifts for himself

And at no cost to himself...my what an angle.

So here's to the Grinch, smartest green bastard I ever read of!

To Steve

I'm not a writer, I'm a fibber.

I spin meaningless tales to entertain

In the hope of leaving a legacy, something, behind for anyone

In the hope that when I'm gone

Someone might remember me, think of me

Meet Steve, he's got the same idea as I, or is it me

Unlike me, he's got a regular 9 to 5

Works hard, does his share of giving, his share of loving

But for some reason, he doesn't feel fulfilled

In his mind, there has to be more to life

So he searches for that greater meaning

That something that defines him, distinguishes from the rest of world

Be it a Nobel prize, an Oscar, a Grammy, a Pulitzer, hell even a community award

He's been searching for years, and at this point, no offence, he'll take a bloggers award.

Just something to give his mundane life a purpose

Everyday for the past 5 years, he walks into the same coffee shop

Buys a muffin and a latte, smiles at the girl at the counter and cracks a funny

To her, in her little world, these are the best twelve minutes of her day

Seeing him smile and listening to his voice

He's her reason for waking up in the morning

And her reason for pressing on each day

But poor Steve doesn't see this in his search for meaning

And as she fights the cancer thats killing her

Her only reason to see his smile,

He misses the fact that he's her hero, her world

That to her, his impact on her, gives her the strength she needs

It's to easy to miss the things that matter

A warm beer with friends, a smile from a someone that loves us

A kind word.

What are all the awards in the world, without someone to share them with

What's the use of a legacy, without someone to leave it to

It's the little wins that matter, we all have an impact on someone

And to someone, we are all that matter

And just making their day, making them smile

Beats any award any man can offer

But poor Steve slaves on, unfulfilled

Oblivious that his very smile, saves a life each day

A life that could go on to save another, and that life another

That may give birth to the future leader that ends world hunger

An accomplishment dear Steve remains oblivious to

Till his dying day...

Oblivious that his smile

My Pet

You walk into a room like air slipping into a vacuum

For all those asphyxiated lungs to breathe

And shockingly you don’t realise that’s the effect you have on me

And on everyone else who has the chance to spend time with you

I’ve learnt you cannot choose the way people make you feel

Or the effect they have on you when they leave

You may choose to dull your emotions with alcohol or reasoning

But in the end it doesn’t change how you feel

So it’s better to learn to appreciate the moments

You get to spend with those you enjoy

And if you surround yourself with all those kinds of people

So I want to surround myself with you

And seeing as these feelings are never shared with many

I want to take my time in sharing them with you

And when they ask in years to come, the reason and motivation for who I am

I swear my dear the answer is you.

And I know you’ll never understand the reason why I love you

Just like I can’t figure out why you love me

I’m just glad I met you and got to be with you

And wait for the moment you say...I do.

Wudan Monk

I'll turn into a stone bridge, endure a 1000 years of rain, 1000 years of wind, 1000 years of snow just for the hope that someday you might cross my path

Question the Answers

Forget about the questions, it’s the answers that keep me awake at night

Cos’ if the answers are solutions

Solutions to the issues bring conclusions to the problem

Meaning after the answers there’s nothing left to do

So if you are my answer to all of life’s questions

You see my dilemma dear

So let’s have a fight or two

So i can conjure up ways to make up with you

And let the fear that I might not wake up next to you

Motivate me to find more ways of pleasing you

So even if my answer is always you

The question becomes ways of loving you

Even though I may not have to prove to you

The way I feel about you

I want to make sure when the life is through

I’m sure I ended it with you

With a smile on your face

Your answer still being me, too

...

Let’s call a spade a spoon

Let’s dabble around with words so eloquently

Let’s call these caricatures, toons

And mask the way we feel with words that have no meaning

We can retreat to dreams and ambitions

Then evaluate our lives on words unspoken by others

Let’s take breaks from our lives and selves

And find meaning in little fistfuls of air

And in the end you’ll grow and become happy

While we try to connect the dots on how that became

And I’ll sit and write your life’s parody

Filled with all the things you were to scared to play

The easy route has always been best traveled

So why would our lives be any different

And as a gift of your life’s accomplishment

I’ll do the one thing you always dreamt to do

I’ll break my own heart into a thousand pieces

And baby you won’t feel a thing

Unfinished...

When I examine the thoughts in my head

Only one though rings constant and true

An idea that throbs and fuels me

That wakes and comforts me, soothes me

That thought is you

And when I dig for the reasons I feel this way, here is what I find

Being with you is the only reason I look forward to waking up every morning

Taking care of you has been my drive to work harder and succeed

Listening to your ills and troubles fuels my resolve to be there for you always

Every morning I strive to be a better man to somehow try and live up the an expectation worthy of you

The only joy I have in sharing is the ecstasy in your voice when you receive something you really want

Spent a life time making other people happy only to realize the only one that makes me happy is you

It still amazes me how I can always smell and taste the sweat running down your skin

Or how hearing your voice drowns me in so much emotion I never know how best to react

I still spend hours on end staring at your pictures, wishing I was staring at you

Knowing no place on earth could ever feel more like home than your arms

What I wouldn't sacrifice to be kissing you right now still remains a mystery to me

If only you could catch a glimpse of the way I see you or how much you mean to me

Being denied time with you, is a slow poison too hard to swallow

And it shames me when others are there to be with you when those moments I cannot share

It scares me because deep inside I know I might not end up with you

Or be the one who calms the turbulent sea that lies within you

And even though this cross I bear, I hold on dearly to those moments shared.

It hurts me that you feel you add nothing to my life, you are my life... my world

There's not a day that goes by that the thought of you doesn't motivate me or build me up

I would never admit this but I could never live in a world devoid of you

My only solace is knowing no one will ever read this, you never see this

I could never live with the rejection, if you knew what you do to me