Khmer Voice

A long lonely night

They sing and dance on the stage,

They are young and beautiful,

They move their body along fast and hot music,

It is a Saturday Concert of TV9.

Now the night is falling down,

Its very hot in the City.

I sit down and look at the sky,

Wonder why my life theres only the emptiness.

A man under the roof, it means its the night.

What about a man standing beside a woman?

Its something about life, its something about love.

Yeah I guess so.

Here, its not America, neither Europe.

Here is Cambodia, and it should go with Cambodians way.

Some girls are sleeping, others are dancing on the stage,

They drink and drink, after drink they go dancing,

After dancing they return and drink again,  Read more... (203 words, estimated 49 secs reading time)

A lonesome egg, in the park, blooms.
Its golden blaze lights up the clear sky.
An owl, in its dream, awakens,
Howling quietly in anger.
The stars begin to shimmer,
The moon starts to peek from behind her lavender veil,
Glaring upon the auburn ground
Where ants and crickets meander and whisper.
Each musical note of these insects echos through the night,
Luring the firefires to come out and begging the mosquitoes to glide.
Soon, the sad, silent night is filled with much joy.

Courageously I stand beside you & not above you……….

Suspiciously I suspect that you doubt me
but not quick to judge you…….

Unselfishly I turn away when your about to make a statement
“You’ve disappointed me again”

Respectfully I swallow my pride & acknowledge that you are my father & no matter what happens you will always be right…………

Traditionally we’re all brought up differently…..
With all respect to the one who brought me into this world….I will always honor you……

Although It may seem that I am well accoupied with work & studies
It feels good to know that you’ll always love me……

I just want you to know that I understand you……

you are
a white flower:

you blossom
in the sky:

but
only a bird
or an angel
may climb
to your
high nest
&
drink
your nectar:

if
i am icarus:
will
i
too
result
despair?

How many loved your moments of glad grace
and loved your beauty, with love false or true?
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
and loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down before the glowing bars
murmur a little sadly how love fled
and paced upon the mountains overhead.
And hid it’s face amin a host of stares.

Ron og

i feel sad,
.the stock market is down
..subprime is now my prime conern
…children want more than they need.

i feel sad,
.people are no longer friendly
..people are killing for ‘freedom’
…people wage war to stop war

Suddenly…

i am out of place,
i am teleported 30 years back
.working in the ricefield
..eating one bowl of rice a day
…losing all my friends and family
….surviving the killing field

i am out of place,
fast forworded 5 years
.became a prisoner of opportunity
..wondered in the refugee camp
…encountered a few spects of white people
for the first time in my life
….parted from the motherland

suddenly,

i am nowhere,
.just an exile
..an immigrant
…an alien
….a stranger

I am nowhere,
.trying to fit
..changing my name
…changing my look
….changing my Khmer attitude

I am lost!  Read more... (156 words, estimated 37 secs reading time)

My heart was once filled with joy
It is now drowned by sorrow and tears
With joy I had welcomed you
With pain I had let you part

I will not forget the days
when were together,
and the night that we hang on tight.

Do not go astray
Hold the angels by their hands
For I will be with you one day.