What if we gave up our hang-ups? What if we stop feeling Like life has set us up? What if we hung up All our guilt and shame All the fears that make us tame What if we told all these things To shut the fuck up? What if — we gave up — all …
You ask me who I think will win Best Actress at the Oscars. I say I think it’s Meryl’s year again, finally – but I wish it was Viola Davis. You hmmph and say your guess is the reverse – you feel Davis will win but think Streep deserves it. And we argue. It doesn’t …
Listen to your heart, the song implores. I will listen as I have never listened before. And who knows what life may have in store for me as I begin to listen more and more. How precious life is, how fleeting, how short. How quickly it can slip away if we don’t realise, if we …
You stab at the pieces of salad – a lettuce leaf, a scrap of beef bacon – and you tell me about the battles you have had with your students, their teachers, the parents, the whole circus. Everyone has sky-high expectations these days, everyone wants only the best results, but no one seems to want …
You tell me you design lights now. You love what you do. Some day soon, your boss tells you, you will get to travel, meet clients. Europe, Barcelona maybe. You will meet more than clients; you’ll get to meet some of the masters in your chosen field and maybe some which are not. Gaudi’s work …
In a perfect world There would be no Predators or prey We would all be whole. The things we lost In the fire, in the riots (The streets ran gold Flames of an empty cause.) These things we would not Have lost, have forsaken In a perfect world, nothing Is needed, is sought. …
This cage does not hold me Sang the bird The bars are wrought iron But I am free of them My memories are tyrants But I am free of them This cage does not hold me I fly, I soar, defiant This story does not hold me I sing a new song, triumphant.
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
