Justin Chan

In these days of busy
lives,
Which from deadly routine derives.
Let music infuse your
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On a dusty morning,
I sit in my chair,
In the public library.
Reading, discovering,
...

The room is dark.
Candles need relighting,
Lights go on subsiding.
It's insides stark.
...

Simple, so simple,
Sorrow walks alone.
Simple, so simple,
She sits on the silent throne.
...

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Riding on horse and hoof,
Vaulting fence, wall and roof.
Going past meadows green,
Going to a place I've been.
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...

Night falls, as it should.
But tonight,
Will be a different night.

I lie on my bed,
...

Reaching out, I fall,
Grabbing,
Missing.
An uncontrolled tumble,
...

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Going home at last,
After a long, long day.
A day of sweat,
And tears,
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Staring at the phone,
Waiting,
Waiting for a ring,
Waiting for you.
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Those eyes of purest black,
Of fire, there's no lack.
That face, that hard, hard face,
Regardless of his race.
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The blank page beckons,
Begs,
For an idea, a phrase,
Expanded,
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When I gaze,
Into your eyes,
Those deep, thoughtful eyes,
My heart,
...

What does it take,
To fill a hole?
A chasm,
Made of misery?
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Once I met a jester boy,
With bells of solid gold.
In his hands he held a toy,
That he would play and mold.
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Ah, the flowing waters,
Of the crystal river.
Flow, for lovely daughters,
Of the elders of silver.
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Fight on! Fight on! My loyal men,
Fight on and see it
through!
Push them back into their den,
...