What’s it worth

August 24, 2009 at 2:07 pm (Musings) (, , , , )

What’s it worth…

Shine of recognition, flair of notoriety,

the desire of fame, brings the ever glow of warmth and flame.

Climbing to the peak of the Hailmewood stars, Is it even worth it?

*****

Toiling in the underbelly of sticky notes of forget me nots,

Working longer and harder, one for favour they say,

than the money will come. Who need’s sleep, not me sir, I’m your man!

*****

Impervious mantra burning the most creative fires,

Output, output, content is all they want from you,

Once gotten their backs turn again.

It’ll pay off in the end, a drunk voice in your head blabbers,

but who’s end will be paid…my end?

*****

Craftsmanship, smash-man’s-ship!

Digital dominator yearns for assembly line articulation,

Borg, borg, borg!

*****

Earning those teabags under your eyes,

through numerous re-edits and back checks.

Do people we write about have any clue,

how much work it takes to make them look good?

*****

Back from the battlefield with scars,

brains over easy, carpal tunnel mouse index finger,

twitchy eye’s syndrome days from staring at that screen.

No more food for thought, only food or thought please,

I can only focus on one of the other.

*****

It’s only worth however much your willing sacrifice of yourself,

how far your willing to go to make it.

Or just stop and get a regular job.

~ Jason Chu

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Nexus

May 25, 2009 at 5:15 am (Poetry) (, , , )

Nexus

Tis carpeted forests once real and true,

Sheltered land sky and lark,

Dynasty of elementals kismet in their place,

Forget me nots your earth she said.

Nexus, nexus.

Man made edifices of timbre oak an fair,

Cart ‘n’ buggy wit Clydesdales symmetry,

Smelling scented sawdust in our palm,

Feel the land and its’ charm.

Nexus, nexus.

Phone wire transistors radiowave gazebos,

Technology piling on instantly lost in our ways.

Television scrambled razorblades airbrush our connections,

Neverending mazes of programmable code eating our brains.

Nexus, nexus.

Information freeway no speed limit in sight,

Our mainframes are getting fried byte by byte.

Intoxicating utility succumbing to its pleasures,

All 2 dimensional needing only two senses,

Common not apply weeding down our defenses.

Nexus, nexus.

Techno-drugs drawing us closer to the fixation,

Power off becoming redundantly impossible,

In no options we trust.

Murky horizons awaits our digital dawn,

The quickening breath of Mother Nature,

Lost, forgotten, and gone.

~ Jason Chu

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Hyde Arisen

May 13, 2009 at 3:44 pm (Poetry) (, , , )

Hyde Arisen

Tarred feathered cries, Promised mourning never arrives,

Rotted soils of the mind fatality impaled.

Matrix-ion dreams a fairy myth, Ye nightmares a reality unleashed.

Frailties squired away, Unshackled chest of secrets dark,

Depths only you can swim to, As Hyde poisoned it and choked it to life.

Sanity is at loss, a week, a fortnight, how long can you last?

Selah the beast of rage finally bellows forth his blast!

Hyde what he is, and becoming, but Hyde you did not,

Bravery burning well of misfortune, The kill switch turning y’all flipped.

Hold back, for the unravelling psyche is merciless and infectious,

Screams of spittle, kicking and pounding the unbroken walls,

A chasm feeling no pain, Adrenalin burning straight to the brain.

Anger, malice, revenge spews forth with no thought to their venom,

Ye with the faucet turned off, no heat but cool clear confusion,

With the dawning horrors of consciousness.

The night jigsaws of broken glass shear your bloody memories,

Rinse and repeat looking at your reflection, scrub harder to make the connection,

Will Hyde ever come back, not so easy to wipe away,

Fight him back? Our only chance is to the dying of our days.

~ Jason Chu

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Grandma

May 13, 2009 at 12:22 am (Poetry) (, , )

Remember me your grandson?
No you don’t. Visiting you often in the home,
Hollowed stranger eyes staring at me,
Unseeing my love and tears,
Wishing you would remember us…
Remember us…

Dementia, such an ugly evil enemy,
You have stolen Grandma,
Knowing she won’t come back.
Why do some leave softly in the night,
While others with a loud crash bang,
And the unlucky ones, have their lives and memories,
Stripped away piece by piece,
Until the once dignified matriarchal Mother of our family line,
Is no longer recognizable as she,
Even though she sits right in front of me.

Grandma, I don’t visit you often because it hurts,
I want to remember you THE WAY YOU WERE.

Back in the day, you held me as a baby,
Clothed me, cleaned me, and fed me,
Sang songs to me…I remember.

The anticipation to visit your place,
With those authentic Shanghai cooking smells,
From your one of a kind dishes…I remember.

Your big laughter and larger than life personality,
That would direct traffic at any family gathering,
Holding my parents, uncles and aunties, cousins,
nephews, and family friends enthralled,
with your stories…I remember.

You were so healthy and strong in your seventies,
Stubbornly shooing away any help from us…I respected that.

Than in your eighties,
You developed that limp after the fall,
And you let me hold your arm.
When we walked together,
You would bear your weight against mine.
You were starting to lean on me…

When you entered your nineties,
With your hair bright as newly fallen snow,
You were slowing down, we saw you less…
And then the stroke happened.

Since then you’ve slowly left us,
Which has been hard.
It really doesn’t matter anymore,
This is how life cycles,
And how we pass things on from generation to the next.
Memories, stories, key moments, good times.

Thanks Grandma for who you were,
And all that you gave me.
I’ll miss you…even though you’re still here.

~ Jason Chu

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Cerebral Cesspool

May 12, 2009 at 7:17 pm (Poetry) (, , , )

Tsunami explosions, in wake of my implosions.
Nail gun shots blunting the constancy of my consistency.

The sirens in my head, I’m always under arrest,
their charges and convictions, painful megaphone to bless.

Burning lids open reluctantly on my brow,
muffled cries deciphered, hope is my elixir now.

Acid test unavoidable, a cage with no key,
tether the merry-go-round, slip not down the vortex sea,

Tremulous fingers, they quiver with disgust,
weakening mind and body, break my spirit not, in God I trust.

Tipped spout of anger, breaking the dam of sanity,
drenched confusion, aggression unpardoned.

Bitter currents of chaos, come closer dare you?
Fiendish bear traps, your gear switch snaps.
In your mind, turning friend into foe,
violence into woe, slow, slow, slow. Calm now.

When out of the pit you’ve climbed,
altered senses course through your mind,
the visage envisioned, thick skins of experience,
grittier soul now redefined.

What I know I’ve lost, I no longer remember,
fixing the jigsaw of my mind, may take almost forever.

~ Jason Chu

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Misuse Abuse

May 12, 2009 at 6:01 am (Poetry) (, , )

Retribute, this subcutaneous life, undimming, never learning.
Zomboni circles in cycles of burning.

A powdered brain, salty, spongy, heeding dense dumbness,
or was that numbness, tears as porous as tranquil traquilizers requited.

Herbs and spices like losanges, but choose wisely blue or red, for which
rabbit whole will you be lead.

Just a peon in this eon, my hysteria mysteria, my eyes covered and it’ll go away,
my intellect defect, watching the thrush spindle the spider and swindle
the cider.

Thrive alive, unshackle the jackal, watch out! He bits and bytes!
Trapped and trapezed, swaying back and forth with ‘know’ place to go,
but down or up, flip a coin and decide.

Swirling soup can, I’m stuck inside, no can opener to confide,
knocking against the nauseous tin can clink of my head, feed the bleed, and you’ll
be freed.

~ Jason Chu

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