http://slow.writerscafe.org/lauthiamkok The original writings of author Lau Thiam Kok en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206900 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 All scientists, philosophers, poets, politicians and everyone else perhaps, are wrong. They all have said it wrong about the idea of home. Home, is not here, nor is there, nor used to be. Earth is not home. Countries are not home. I have been misled by my dreams and of my mother, and by the stories .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/1848391/ In my memory, you never had a cat. Only towards the end of your life, I am told that you had one unwanted cat from the hillside village where you lived. When I was small, you used to tell me a story, in which at the beginning of my life you found me by the tip abandoned and unwanted. I still believe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/1848390/ Maybe I died in this town years ago but I don't remember the wind made me a ghost and Iwonder the rain made me this city that I cannotleave the memory made me this house I haunt forever 04.11.2011, 11:04 am, Friday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/954595/ I am a soulneed no travel farfor my travel storiesand adventuresbecause the worldis in me - the universeis me 07.03.2012, 10:35 am, Wednesay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/954594/ Time turned me into a home in space to become a prisoner of this place wonder about the stars learn their names contemplate my Universe await the ship of my Mother would come one day to free me  23.04.2011, 17:01pm, Saturday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/954592/ Homeis never been herenor used to be there;road is homewhere I keep running to,where in every tripmy memory returnsto the time and spacewhere I promisedto come backto you. 05.06.2009, 22:38 pm, Fri. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/598628/ Watch the rainwhen you think of me.Hear them - they are wordsI have wanted to tell you.06.10.2009, 01:40am, Tue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/598627/ If I could outrun my bodyI would fly to all the mountains on EarthI would fly to the Moon, to Mars, to Pluto... I would swim around the Black HolesI would watch the birth of StarsI would touch the edge of the Universe I would go beyond the Endto the absolute Darknessto find the infinite Et.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/598623/ I cannot live with youheaven is too high I cannot age with youyou have long forgone me I cannot rise with youeternity is a lonely road heaven's door will shuton me curse my immortality to watch every reincarnationof you of stars of universes and of the heave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/394591/ I am Nature in butterflies' wings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/240865/ I have moved house from one to another,hunting for a flat that comes with a telly and a couch.Now, I abide in one at last, a twenty nine inch screen,a remote controller, a DVD player,a tape player, films, anda big couch.But, oddly, I still cannot be a potato couchas I intended to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/239377/ When I am old andyou are gonefar away,I will keep a dog,to runahead of me,to lead me where to go,to guide menot to fall,like you did when I was young,and life was long.06.07.2007, 4:11 pm, Wed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/239131/ Hold on to me for I only live once until you dream of me hold me dear once more. 2008.01.06, 1:03:21 am, Sun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/238628/ Let it rainLet it howlLet we see each other no more. Let it change our mindLet it shift our love. Let it floodLet it destroy the place we knowLet me think of itNo more.24.10.2004, 12:20 pm, Fri. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/238594/ The clouds have told me, they will rain, you will become then.But, I scorned them and disagreed, disagreed.Now I look up the sky again, you have already been a fiction, which I draft and draft. And the clouds will rain will rain.25.03.2004, 1:44 am, Thu. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/238592/ I wonderif there is an expresswhich I can get onto travel meto a journey of lifewhere there is no horizonwhere I can run and run.I wonderif there is a nightwhere I can run to and live onwhich never lets me downwhere there are the moon and the constellationsto deliver meto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/238317/ I always choose you firstHowever you are in my life no moreI will still always choose (you) The eyes that see me like you didSo that I will never stop Seeing you.I always choose you firstHowever we see each no moreI will still always choose (you)The heart that knows me like you d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/238108/ All human beingsby nature are poetic.When I am old andyou are gone far away,I will think of youin the fictionof my memory.I will returnand from afaryou will wait for meforever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/238096/ If you never come I will wither with the FallGo with the StreamsIncrease with the SeaBecoming Seasalt Be delivered to your food Everyday.If you never comeI will age with the SkyBe buried in the MeadowsGrow with NatureBecoming a TreeTo protect you forever Where I have been.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/238088/ This house used to be full of your noise  now full of dust  I hardly remember how you sounded  when I am getting older each day.  Why cannot our voice be kept and piled up  like the dust in our house?  You must somehow have shredded  some fragments of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/237846/ Yesterday I moved house, leaving the placethat I have lived for ten months.The old housemate drove me away, with my luggagebumbling all along the roadto the new rented room in the attic of the new house.And then, a friendly handshake, a "see you around" and "take care&qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230460/ When you are eighty and dying, What is left from your twenties? Your skin is rotting you, Your cosmetics are giving you away, Your hairs are greying in silence, Slipping away while you are sleeping. What is left by then? My heart never leaves you; Even one day when you are lying Un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230459/ One day you will findYour life is a fictionWhen you are old andBecome a grandpa or a grandmaTelling your grandchildrenThe stories from your twentiesWhich now you have and believeBut will become then andYou will doubt them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230457/ Why have not we an immortal soul? The little mermaid had asked mournfully. I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.*I think we all are born wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230454/ When I see you no moreOnly a flicker in my memoryYou are a piece of a poemNice to read, andCan be hummed Like a song.When you flit acrossYou become My rhythmsMy lyricsMy poemsI hum Like a song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230453/ If you can waitI can grow upto speak all wordsyou have been waiting to hear.If you can waituntil I am old enoughto understand the worldI can tell youin a word of wisdomfor all wordsyou have been waiting me to understand.If you can waitlike the world waits for meto learn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230452/ You are not my pet But you live in my house more Than the one that feeds you so big. I don't know what you like to eat You never fancy my food. You just like popping in my kitchen Sniffing around my leftovers Lying about on my dinning table And staring at me. You are not my mate .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230451/ A wallthat used to warm your backand touch my fingersnow has been demolishedbefore I came and rescued it.Suddenly, the memory of usthat lived in the wallhas been devastated intoan immobility of solitude,transfiguring intoan organic being of equanimity,staying immobility,abidi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230450/ We are a piece of a poemCan be written can be sungBridged and unbridgeableLike the ocean like the sky. You are a piece of a poemYou are the cloud you are the windTouched and untouchableReached and unreachableLike a dream and dreams. I am a poemI was the stormNow I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230449/ Life! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230188/ The faith for living http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230185/ Only a wisdom of living http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230184/ A faith of living http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230182/ EverydayI have to haveA piece of songThat reminds meHow the tasteLove is. Once awhile I have to try To think of youTo remind meHow the taste You were. When the song risesAnd there I know Yes you are Still round. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230181/ Maybe I was a cat in my past life, that's why I am always related to cats in this life. I love animals: cats, dogs, chickens, ducks, elephants, tigers, lions... but I simply love cats. I love touching their silky smooth fur; I love to hear them purr when I stroke them; I love looking at their sparkl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/230179/ The phenomenology of place http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/153770/ If we could see the origins We may understand; If we could return We may remember. The teaching and effort of all, of all, Philosophies, Science, Technologies, Arts, And Poetry, Is to return us to our origins. But, we can't go back as we were, We only can become, M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/59880/ A memory in a twenties http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauthiamkok/59867/