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Eric Tang Poems
The taste of desire is especially strong as night falls The savor of bittersweet is now that I can’t withdraw I long for your caress... a touch so gentle that I once forsake
When we're alive our sanity is ruled by the judgmental conscience When we're alive we live to free the obligation of meeting the expectations of others When we're alive we live as a sheep, scared to stray from the herd for even a moment When we're alive we live as a moth diving into our graves to the eternal flame we call love
We had a dream last night, and we had the sins all right. You were who you would not be, but still I played along like a bee.
I held onto my sanity as those words threaten to spill It’s like walking on wire hanging above the deadly hill
Comments about Eric Tang
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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The taste of desire is especially strong as night falls
The savor of bittersweet is now that I can’t withdraw
I long for your caress...
a touch so gentle that I once forsake
but the escape was in a name -
a name of nothing more than self disdain.
These hands are now in mine again,
and I hold onto them in repent.
Fear was too soon conjured by regrets,
but losing is a fear that I have no qualm.
Should you ever walk from my remorse,
the seeds of my sin is which I condemn...
All that I remain is a love which I use as stake,
and the hands are now dealt by...