McCandless

The quiet and the cold that is typical,
Lying half-conscious, awaiting the moment,
Reminiscing my acts that is naturally fanatical,
My weakened eyes steadily fixed towards Heaven,

With supplies running ever low,
And almost all energy withered,
There is absolutely nowhere to go,
It seems my days are numbered,

My life's memory is my only friend,
A faithful partner that stays on to the end,
Such a great comforter and a grim reminder,
Of the reality that looms ever closer,

Realizing that happiness is real when shared,
That is the only regret I bear,
Such epiphany have left me despaired,
Never to walk again in this body beyond repair,

These moments are not easy to go through,
Because all of us are given only a handful of time,
Just enough to act upon something we like to do,
and not waste them on demanding lifestyle,

The last few grains of time is all I have,
So little to do but to wait,
And to remember the souls whom I've met,
A fitting end for my memoir concerning my fate,

With every heartbeat getting heavier,
Everything grows darker and darker,
This fragile vessel gave out one last struggle,
To hold on in this futile battle,

Alas, I could see the hidden Light,
Piercing its way through the blight,
Full of awe and extremely bright,
It outshines even the darkest night,

The light has come to take me,
My first step to eternity,
I thank the Lord for all he did,
And bless those who read thi...

Coffee and pie

Sip after sip,
The coffee stood by my side,
Watching the rain droplets sliding down the glass panel,
Reminiscing on the days of the old,
Deciphering people's lives as they walk through the door,
Thinking though the possibilities of life by watching a long line of people,
Trying out the famous chicken pie,

Just like coffee and pie,
Can't life be as pleasant as we all hoped?
Indeed, we have lost the child in us,
Lying to ourselves that we 'must grow up',
To choose to ignore that our 'maturity' is the cause of all the troubles today,
We ourselves become the source of all the anxieties,
But are too worried to admit,

Alas, I could feel it,
The strong sense of curiosity,
The youthful hopes and dreams,
Even that child-like energy,
All bound up in this corrupt prison,
Wanting to be free,
To explore and make positive changes all over again,

But, of course,
Until we could find the key to our own prison,
The mundane cycle will roll on,
Unless, of course, one always finds the time and appetite for coffee and pie.

Life's journey

Every note from the sightless player,
Bring memories of early moments,
Remembering life being humbler,
And blood-ties being stronger.

O, how the world evolves,
Too busy building their own walls,
Sheltering themselves from one another,
Not even a greeting to a stranger?


The longing to stand atop a hill,
With hopeful glance followed by a loud shout,
Seems out of favor among the weaker-willed,
Who choose to seek advice from doubt.

Concrete is the new wood,
Evil is the new good,
Injustice is the new mercy,
And ignorance no longer equals stupidity.

In the name of 'freedom', things have gone reckless,
In the name of 'equality', discrimination reign supreme,
Even when true motive is unveiled before us,
We blindly fulfill a corrupt man's dream.

It is amazing that despite the unfolding events,
Man chose ignorance over epiphany,
Brushing away the consequences at a glance,
With nothing but Facebook to keep them happy.

But for now, to live is my objective in life,
Make use of whatever time that is entrusted to me,
Because no other joy is greater than it is to be alive,
And every un-passing time could mean undiscovered opportunity.

~Gerard Galvestini, Copyright 2010

Summary of "the world"

The world is sick, where did the love go?
Too many warm hearts grow cold,
Indifference is the ethics to follow,
Perhaps life is no longer graceful when we get old?

Such is the life of today,
Endless expectations and deadlines,
Literally living life in a hectic way,
It's like everyone's committing societal vice,

How I'd wish I'm not bound by demands,
A 'duty' to be accomplished,
Sacrificing livelihood for a scroll at hand,
What a complete rubbish!

God, take me away,
Away from this filthy place,
Away from the Evil master,
Who wants to enslave me in chains,

A loving arm is all I ever need,
Like a child, being able to feel safe,
To let the winds comfort me,
Taking me far away in my sleep,

Random piece of writing

Here's another piece of randomly-written poem:-

"If this world is the realm for my existence,
Then I'd wish to be born blind,
Not having to suffer visual pollutions,
Hoping to be born deaf, without the world's filth in my mind,
To live without hands,
Is not having to touch toxic-filled objects,
And to live without legs,
Is not having to walk on desecrated lands,

For every sorrow and news shown on screen,
Bears no significant to the watching audience,
It's only a repackaged version of things they had seen,
Witnessing lawlessness with indifference,
Today's media are well-cloaked de-sensitizing tools,
Turning today's inquisitive minds into ignorant fools,
Teaching the naive to unclothe themselves part by part,
And redefine such acts as 'art',

Now is the time of reciprocals,
Witnessing the virtues of evil,
Reborn, and renamed 'Justice',
Authority with an iron fist,
Are we no different than wild animals?
Are these the 'morals' of today's world?
Indeed, we have severely gone downhill,
And yet, society still walks on a treadmill,

These are merely food for thoughts,
From a man who is just one of the billions of dots,
That occupies this increasingly unstable sphere,
A world driven by fear,
Whether we've passed the point of no return,
Is not something I would be of concern,
Because even if there is a reset button,
Pressing it does not make anything different."

~Gerard Galvestini, copyright 2010

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The simple joy of walking in a car-driven world.

What a rainy day today is!

If given the choice, I'd choose walking over driving, even if it takes me 1 hour to reach my destination.

Everytime I told people my decision of walking instead of driving, people stared at me in disbelief. Immediately people would ask me whether this decision is burdensome (aka tiring)?

A "yes" would be my answer. But this can be solved over time. You see, the reasons for my decision are not environmental or budgeting reasons, although they do matter. It's the simple joy of making discovery after discovery, however insignificant they are to others, that excites me.

Let me give you an example. About 2 days ago, I was walking to uni with my table fan (as in, electrical appliance fan, not someone who's obsessed with me fan). Then a middle-aged lady passed by while giving me some weird look. I was puzzled by the way she looked at me. I thought she must have never seen a fan before. Then I looked at my fan and, lo and behold, the propeller rotated by itself. Even I was amazed before I found out it was the wind that rotates the propeller. But it did make people curious, though.

Oh, ya. Another reason I choose walking over driving is because I can literally move though traffic. Even if the road is not easily cross-able, I can still remain in movement, cos I had difficulty remaining still. Beside, if the traffic gets congested, I can still move through the traffic, musical-ling (singing + dancing) my way to my destination. Besides, unlike humans, cars deteriorate with usage whereas we improve with usage.

Everyone has their reasons for their choices. Well, I gave you mine. Until then............