... My Very First Poem...

... this poem written six years ago ... we still knew what VCR meant back in these days... lol

CHANGE YOUR CHANNEL

STOP PRESSING MY BUTTONS!

QUITE TRYING TO FINE-TUNE MY RECEPTION INTO YOUR RE-RUN EPISODES OF LIFE.

IF YOU PRESS PAUSE FOR ONE SECOND

AND EJECT YOURSELF FROM THAT BOX

YOU WILL REALISE THAT I NEED TO SURF MY OWN CHANNELS

AND FIND MY PREFERED RECEPTION

LET ME MAKE YOUR SILVER-SCREEN EXTRA-ROLE

TURN INTO MY VERY OWN MOTION-PICTURE

TO REEP MY OWN OSCAR AND GRAMMY

TO KNOW EACH LINE

TO FEEL EACH DRAMATIC MOMENT

LET ME BE MY OWN COMEDY ACTION ROMANTIC THRILLER

TOGETHER WE WILL WALK OUR OWN PARALELL RED CARPETS

BUT MY DEAR FORCED DIRECTOR, PRODUCER, MAKE-UP ARTIST...

LET ME FREE FROM THIS STATIC DESIRE OF ANOTHER...

LET ME ACQUIRE MY SOUGHT SATELLITE DESIRE...