Look at Fear

Memories caused a skip in the heart beat
Felt a sudden prick of pain, been inflicted
Then there is happiness, then there is pain
A mixed emotions, it is hard to explain
Wished so hard that the feelings will go away
Better it would be, if can't remember a single thing
Alas, it never happen, as been wished
So there is the pinch, and the twitch, and life is a bitch!

What can be done, when the truth stares at the face
All that come forward is the uneasiness that embrace
But there is no real comfort, just heavy heart
Letting go, is really hard
Let's face it, rather than shy away
Brave it, victory will come the way
Don't want to hide, and there is no need for it
Look at fear, grit your teeth, and clench your fist
Be prepared to fight, and not flea
Memory, this will be the last time, it shall be free!

The past has gone, and it is done
Nothing to change, and none to hold on
That is the way it is meant to be
Let's not fret, not fear, and be happy
Hard as it is, in the beginning
It will not be anymore in the end
Cos there is courage to fight the pain
Last time, it will drive the mind insane
Look at fear, and give it all the best
It will succumb instead.

What hurts then, may hurt little now, and no more soon
But in return, will bring comfort, like a gentle breeze in the afternoon
Not so hot, not so dim, just nice, just chill, just relaxing
Fear is just another emotions, that has no more holding
When one take courage, and look at fear
Pain will no more come near.

DON'T!

Don't look at me, as if I have stirred things up
When all I did, was just listen and collect secrets
Of all the things that others have done
And all their feelings that they are unsure.

Don't look at me, and say I am different
For if you haven't change, you won't notice anything
Then when changes are noted, it is also not always me
Your suspicious, your dissatisfaction, everything actually.

Don't look at me, and think something is wrong
Just cos I changed my mode of thinking
Cos my conversation subjects are abnormal
For I have mentioned that I am far from being norm.

Don't look at me, and point me a finger
Cos I dont want to do the same, and then I am no different
I have always sit in the centre and listen tentatively
Just am tired .. exhausted .. and want to go H.O.M.E.

Good bye, Earth!
H.O.M.E bound.
Peace and quiet!
H.U.S.H sound.

Worth it ?

It is not what I fear that I do fear
It is what I don't fear, that just worry me.

It is not what I don't know that scare me
It is what I know that implicates the feelings.

It is pretty much like a sitting duck at a cross road
Knowing where to go, but not sure if I should;
Despite knowing it is gonna be a great destination
The journey somehow just lost its attraction.

It is pretty much a battle of the wits
Between the angel and the devil's misfits;
Despite the morality and practicality
It is taking a plunge into insanity, momentarily, worth it?

Time Part II

There is a lil heaviness in the head
Thoughts still flowing like a loose faucet
There are too much to process
Ignorance is just not acting up fast
All those facts
All those acts.

There are prayers within
The signs are there already
Is there a perfect timing
Or it just is not happening
The calling seems to be getting stronger
Though for a moment, there is a staler
Patience is just a crime
This time.

The enthusiasm is weighing down
The muscles are wearing out
The spirit is draining away
At each dawning day .. of each glorious day
The same old the same old
Old is gold, have been told
But this time around
It has a different rhythm, and differ sound.

The detachment, the derailment
The predicament, the unexpected moments
They all meant something
There are hidden messages
The sights that meet the eyes
There are tears which wont cry
The feelings that melt the heart
They are no longer enough
Those pillar of supports
The sturdy rocks
They are just there, at this right moment of time
The callings, the signs ... of one's resign.

Succumb
Welcome
Even though the plans are made
Destiny is almost pre-meditated
Succumb
As the time comes
Even though, it seems to go to waste
The greater things await
Succumb
When it is finally the TIME.

Whom I Adore

How I adore those selfless beings, who are in love
The things they do for the sake of their love ones
So sacrificial, I truly admire their courage and their commitment...;
Then entwined in their acts, sink their own vows
Not that love doesn't begets love, nor life begets life
It does, just not their love, it is just someone's else.

How I adore those courageous beings, who stood their ground
So stubborn, so rigid, but how sad, I see them slowly wither away
Knowing they can do so much, but it is one less step from taking responsibility ...;
The sound of alarm, triggering doubt and fear, so loud
Weakened by the notion of love, day after day
As nights slowly slips up, victimized.

How I might be impressed, but may not adore anymore
There is no victory, to see one losing one's identify
In the sacrificial deems so very worthy, in the name of love ...;
Why oh why, all you sacrificial souls
Have I not seen enough, adding onto to my list
That you are so beautiful, and wonderful, must be lost for someone's else.

Please oh please, my precious beings, whom I so adore
Bring the bit of self-centreness back in
Don't let love, make you a victim to circumstances ...;
Please oh please, don't be gone
Bring yourself back, cos you are all so deserving
It is not your responsibility, but to yourself, do some justice.

Everywhere

Everyone is searching for someone
Looking high and low, for the one they want;
When they met, then they make new discovery
The imperfect, don't fit the expectations and they asked "WHY?";
Then they complained
Sighed and went on to find the greener plains.

If one is to ask me again, where are all the good people
I would say, all around, in all the right places;
They will roll their eyes, and snort
But they look for perfection, than all fall short;
So they complained
They started searching again.

I smiled to myself
The bliss that I have found;
Those who thought I am a fool
Who wandered without a goal;
Those who thought I wasted my time
But if only they realize .. but nevermind;
They could never see what I see
Feel what I feel;
Understood what I do
Where I go ............ everywhere the good souls roam!

Selective

Naturally, all are selective of people they want to open up
Cos of the trust, and fear of the gossips that might follow
Naturally, that is fine, cos nobody want to be so wind up
Where one own secrets walk is the cause to one own gallows.

Naturally also, all are selective of friends they want to talk to
Cos of the truth, and fear that all don't hear what they want
For most of the time, all seek others to agree to our thoughts
Where all only seek approval for their faults, esp. really bad ones.

Naturally, all are selective of who are not good listeners, preferably dumb as well
Cos all are not seeking advice, just seeking a pair of soft ears
For most of the time, insights, and hints are not so swell
Esp. when they are hard on the soul, yet verified the fear.

Naturally, been selective, is not about trusting
Cos, honestly, it is far from been truthful
All should ask ourselves:-
To find someone whom all trusts, is it to know the truth of ourselves
Or it is to find assurance of ourselves and thoughts
At the end of the day, are all lying to ourselves
Or are all even been honest at all.

While all always said "We don't want to walk on egg shell"
Apparently, all don't talk the walk.

While, many genuine friends are waiting with open ears and open mind
These are the friends been ignored for their honesty
After all "Honesty is not the best policy"
Neither is lying, but all chose one that is gentler to oneself
Naturally, all are been selective indeed
Even to themselves, when given the option to be honest or not.

Been selective, is not been selecting wisely
It is been picky to one's own contend, and purpose.

There Is A Moment ....

In the midst of all the bustling business, there is still time to sneak off for break
While all patience, and consideration piling high, there is still room to anger
In all happiness and joy, there is a moment of bleak darkness
Amongst so many friends, there is a time when you can't find anyone
While laughing, then come the surging urge to weep in silent.....

Everything is so glorious, but it does look very vague
Holding onto sanity, and insanity is just waiting at the corner
While bringing out the brightest sunshine, there is gloom in the shadow
There is just a simple quick moment, you don't get what you want
There is just this one spot, there is a moment......

Just to realize , that even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.

Gifts of Christmas

The best gifts of Christmas
Are the friends whom I first met
Are the friendship, which was first found
And of all the greatest Christmas spirit
None is ever beautiful as just been there!

Time after Time

Time after time
Life has taught we much
Yet time after time
We are still ignorant to the lessons of life.

Time after time
Life has arouse much questions
Yet time after time
We are adamant to the answers we are given.

Time after time
Till the end of time
It just goes on, rolling on endlessly
With journey, a direction, but without its meaning.

Precious

What hurts most of the time, realizing, all that is precious will one day be lost
Yet having that acknowledgement, we failed to accept
Eventually, when the time comes, the pain dawns tremendously.

What hurts most of the time, knowing, we can't have all that is ever precious to us
Yet so dearly, and intensely, we yearn
Eventually, consumed by the pain, and we are gone.

What hurts most of the time, thinking, all that is precious will always remain
Yet only to be surprised by the truth, or merely taken aback by the facts
Eventually, it is sequential consequences, that we just ignored.

What is precious, and why it is precious?
Because we once have it, and then lost it?
We never have it, and wished for it?
We have it, and not appreciate it?

But what is truly precious
Is what we could have given, but we kept
Is what we could have shared, but we didn't
Is what we have, and not even realize it
Is who we are, and we disguised.

Who is far more precious?
You or me?

Happiness VS Joy

Everyone is looking for Happiness
It is an emotion waiting to happen
One is always pining to be happy
But hardly gets it
When it does come along
It felt so wrong, when it is gone.

Nobody is looking for Joy
Wonder if it is already destroyed
When values are distorted
Manipulated, aborted
The naturalistic value
The humanistic treasure
Over clouded by worldly things
Gone, are all JOY-filled and JOY-full feelings.

Yet, everyone is searching for Happiness
Which is just full of fantasies, wishes and emptiness
As slowly, and surely, Joy slips away
Gone and hard to find its way back.

Happiness is right under the nose
Just beneath the skin, just not known
Joy is right within the soul
Waiting to burst and glow
Alas, there are eyes that don't see
Hearts that don't feel.

Hello, Life
Howdy, Happiness
Good bye, Joy
Oh, Death.

Silence beckons...

Easy

I talked, and nobody listened
I explained, and nobody cared
I comforted, and meant nothing to nobody.

So ...

I smiled, and said nothing
I spoke, and but empty talks
I said my good bye, and walked away.

Then I decided to remain annoymous
I have been called upon
My calling is up again
I am amazed how easy it is to be contented
With having nothing.

Fizzle OR Sizzle

At that crossroad
Thinking so much, what to do
Decisions, upon presumptions
Assumptions, after deliberation
But still standing still
Fizzle or Sizzle .....

How long should one stand at the crossroad
Looking so cautiously, but has nowhere to go
Thinking so tediously, but find no answers
Questioning every gut feelings that surface
Till the end, still at the starting point
Pondering upon
Fizzle or Sizzle ...

Take a quick dip
Nip the bud at the tip
Fizzle now, then later
Hurt now, than an everlasting suffer.

Take a plunge and walk the aisle
Make a vow
Sizzle now, sooner or later
But there is no guarantee, just a gamble.

Time ...

It is time to move on
To find something else to gaze upon;
The stimulation is done, geographically
The experiment inconclusive, gray area lingers;
Is it cross-cultural?
Or is it purely human behaviorial?
It is time to move on
Where ... I am pondering now.

It is not the hunger for knowledge
It is just the exhaustion;
From knowledge, as it is, full of purity
The power is so exhaustive;
And negative, majority
Wearing me out, slowly, eventually;
I am finding myself in seclusion
I need to move on to the next X-Y-Z section;
Time will prevail
Time will reveal;
The new trial
My next humanistic thrill.

A place where I am a stranger
Where I am nobody, dying to be known again;
A place out of time
Filled with new crimes;
That instill fear
Be on my tip toe, till my sneakers tear;
Running, on my Adidas shoes
That will be the place, my calling will choose;
Am waiting for the time to come
I will succumb.

The heart now is stumped, tired of normality
Even the abnormality, has turned into ordinary things ...
Alas, it is back to the basic of humanity
Where development has not changed the needs;
Little damage has been done
That is what my heart want;
Time after time ....
The signs.

There....

There, you have been one ...
who break me down into pieces
who shattered my protected life
who ultimately forced me to find myself again
who put me down so low, with so much pain.

There, you have been one ...
who taught me lessons in life
who does not protect me with lies
who tormented my soul and mind
who eventually, left me behind.

There, you have been one ...
who showed me the many faces of friendship
who ornamented me with many phases of relationship
who bring me up and trash me down
who comes back around, round and round.

There, you have been one ...
who shared with me so much of experiences
who proved that there are many grey areas instances
who philosophized, who theorized, who hypothesize
who painted throngs of colors in my life.

There, you have been one ...
who stood armed with a stun gun
who yells "Ready, Get Set ... RUN!"
the 50,000 volts of electricity that numbs the nerves
the 5 seconds of sheer hell, immobilized and in tears
then back on the feet again
back to be earthly sane.

There, you have been one ... Earthlings!
I want to go back home to my non hostile, passionate, friendly Aliens!

Tsunamized!

There is the need to share the experiences
The want to express the emotions
The determination to live on
But where is the strength, after all these effects?

The exhaustion of self recovery
The fatigue of the attempts
The will will drain faster than it will be replenished.

A moment of exaggeration
Then the 2nd wave, traumatized
As quickly as it came, it went
Then stranded, lost
There is a ripple effect
There is a causation, from a correlation
Tsunamized!

Worry?

Just wondering the other time
We used to be so close, and then now distant
Drifting back in time, nostalgically
Now just wondering tragically
Blame me if I am assuming
Can't help myself from thinking
So what happened along the road
But can't be more cruel what you do now.

Just remembering, how you used to worry
Now I am starting to feel sorry and just weary
You used to worry about what others said about you
Did you figure out by now, the things you said about others somehow.

There is no justice
It is not what I seek
There is no imperfection
I am not bothered about this immaculate calculation.

You worried
You have a real reason too seriously anyway
Cos I am tired of walking on egg shell
I can't be myself
I am not living a life of disguise
I don't want to be unmasked when I die.

You worried
You should.

I worried?
Yes, I did!
Abuthen
Hence...
Oh heck...
I should be worried if I continue to worry
It is history, an old time sake story.

Do U Deserve MY Respect?

Does the verse "To err is human" mean anything?
Do people really understand the meaning of it?
Even the Human League sang the song...
"We are only human, born to make mistakes"
There is no imperfection, just our strive for it
Yet, why it is so hard to be human
The more one strive for that perfection, the more harder to be a human
But it is not hard to be an angel, to be always good in someone else's books
To always be able to please everyone BUT ONESELF!

They said that "Respect is to be earn"
But respect is often given voluntarily at the first glance
Nobody who is ever so wise can detect the evil that lurks
Or the lie that one may do in the next split second future
But when that breach is broken
Can a sincere apology, the heartfelt "Sorry" rectify?

No, there is so much personal vendetta
So much of vengenance
So much of grudges
So much of unforgiveness
So much of prejudice
Growing and living inside, consciously and unconsciously.

Why is the one who always do good, often be reprimanded forever
Yet the one who has proven its evil, often be accepted for who they are
It felt as if, the evil deserve to be evil
Much better, if they can turn over a new leaf
But the good can never be good evil
Or forever be marked for life!

For all the good things that one continue to give and contribute
For all the time, one has stooped low, to say "Sorry"
For all the moments, when one swallow the pride and make the first move
Only to be reprimanded again and again, and so openly obvious.

Just because one is so conscious of a human in someone else
That one give respect, for understanding the dark nature
Just because one apologize, does not mean the one is at fault
That one is just been respectful, that it is amicable.

In many circumstances, one must have often questioned:
"Do you deserve my respect?"
It is not very difficult to find that answer
But the answer might grip the heart hard
And it might take some time to digest it
Acceptance of the answer, is the RESPECT due for oneself
For oneself is far more deserving of RESPECT than being given.

Imbecilic

Dear friends are in sadness,
clouded by fear, discontentment,
dreading the past,
hard to move forward,
even when it all seems good and well
deep down inside, it is often not so.

Sometimes, dear friends seem close by the side
not always will open up their heart for counsel,
instead seek advice from others,
eventhough one has offered the shoulders,
the ears, and welcome with open arms.

Dear friends in the moment of distress,
despair with unsettling feelings,
seems distance, quiet without calls,
no invites for dinner,
no engaging activities,
least none that suggest sadness.

Ignorance is not just bliss
it has a quiet unknown beauty that seeks to be adore
it is to be appreciated in moments of turmoil
especially when it come rolling up to the shores of peace .....

I am an IMBECILE and this is my confession,
there is a strong display of apathy,
but there is actually empathy,
also there is sympathy, but rarely is needed, least in condolence
at this moment, am retard to the existing knowledge,
yet very well aware of everything that surrounds,
just that, chaos has a very comforting insanity.

ME

I have read motivation books
I can relate flipping through the pages
Then I am done, and nothing seem to change.

I have attend motivation talks
Impress with them talking the walks
And walking the talks
Then I am done, and that is about it all.

I have read inspiration quotes
So very reflective and relatively true
At the end, life is still the same - crude and screwed.

All the while .....
Waiting for something to motivate me
Waiting for someone to stand behind me
Waiting for some events to change me
Waiting for some history to mold meNothing really happen
Nobody really came
Then I decided to be just ME..
Decided that I should make things happen
Decided that I should stand behind myself at all time
Decided that I should create eventful events
Decided that I should make history.

Behind every great man/woman's success, stands YOU.
That way, success would come faster then waiting for someone.

What is the Priority?

What is it one wants and needs of tomorrow?
What is it one needs and wants of tomorrow?
In what chronological arrangement that indefinitely give one the best of One-self?
As in what ways will the universe reward one?
As in how the unknown may destroy one?

While one so willingly give up the time wasting in thoughts
Guessing the irrelevance of the future
Rotting in the fear, meticulously assuring one of flawlessness
Yet, honestly, one has no power of prediction
Not even the power over the slightest predicament
Yet one always strive for perfection
That perfection seems to come only and with the rise of TOMORROW
So today, let's pay attention ....

Think of tomorrow ....
Should we? We could, and we would, or we would and we could
Could we? We would, and we should, or we should and we would
Would we? We should, and we could, or we could and we should
Then ponder of tomorrow ....
What benefit does it bring, that tomorrow shall not bring itself already?
What change will there be, that tomorrow is not affixed by the universe?
What surprise is in store, that tomorrow has not already prepare?

One could if one would
One would, thus one could
One should if one could and would
A matter of ambiguity
A barricade between conscience and consciousness
The manipulative mind
The divulge thoughts
The assertive decisions
The morality and spirtuality
The humanity and the humane.

What is the Priority?

Skeletons In the Closets

Dig in the truth
Query your honesty
Confide in your integrity
Are you innocent or are you guilty?
Nothing happen out of the blue
Nor everything is coincidental, least a necessity
It can be a far reach for justice
Can you be persecuted and trialed, justly?

Sooner or later
You will find skeletons in the closets
Like it or not
They are coming out, or they are locked up;
Short, there is no justice in it all
Clarification, yes
Can the creepy crawling skeletons come out now?
They will stand witnesses to your thriumph or to your fall.

SKELETONS IN THE CLOSETS
Secrets after secrets
Dreaded and ashamed
Are you strong enough to let them go with you to grave?


I

"I Will Follow YOU"

The good, the bad
The kindness, the evil
Everything that is been done
The karma that follows, the deeds that grows
The punishments that comes with it
The coincidental events that follows suit

Almost feels like destiny or fate
Or whatever one may want to call it
Is happily singing into the ears , Ricky Nelson "I Will Follow You"

I will follow you
Follow you wherever you may go
There isn't an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep me away

I must follow you
Ever since you touched my hand I know
The near you I always must be
And nothing can keep you from me
You are my destiny.

It is almost a mockery
Or just a reminder of some sort
Nobody really knows
But it is probably something that many fears
But is it worth worrying
To worry to begin with
Would give rise to the question "Why"
It is also worthy to go figure the root cause of it.

Regardless whatever the acts may be
The fruits thereof follow and will never stop pursuing.

Chasing Tragedy

There is no justice is being kind
No peace in being honest
There is no joy in being in love
Then there is pain of breaking up
Do all the best, be friendly, be lovely
Instead of chasing tragedy.

Justice is blind
Although perseverance will bring reward
That kindness begets kindness
Evil will rot in hell
But sometimes, the repercussion is faster
Than the gift of rewards
Nevertheless, let's not be chasing tragedy.

Move ON

One day, when one can recollect those memories
And feel no more hurt, then one has moved on.

One day, when one look back into the past
And laugh about it, one have moved on.

One day, when one see the ex and memories pops up
One managed to brush them aside, say Hi, and have a hug, one have moved on.

Memories and thoughts will linger
They are not permanently forgotten
Just locked up in a box somewhere
At times, they popped up like Jack in a box
Don't be surprised that one still feel the hurt, shed a tear, and have a lil fondness left
It certainly doesn't mean one HASN'T MOVE ON
Absolutely sure one has lead a normal life and change something along the way
Being alive, and living a life, is a good sign of MOVE ON
And rest assured when one has all those feelings, one must be affirmed
ONe is a still a warm loving human being, who is capable of emotions.

It is not always about time, how long and when.

It is only true to the core, ONe is a HUMAN BEING.

Unless you are an android with programmed artificial intelligence!

Existence of GOOD & BAD

Is there really a distinctive difference between good and bad?
Perhaps there is a gray area where good is bad, and bad is good
An interlocking functions that serve each other, complimentary
Also serves as a probable explanation that it is the definite pattern of universe.

The latch with the lock
The shoes and matching socks
The perfume for specific occasions
Love and hatred
Death and birth
Repercussions and karma
Vicious cycles of nature
Perhaps it is just nature preserving itself
And nature perseverance against changes
There is benefit of doubts to existence
Lies between truth
Truth is coincidence
Coincidence is just a collision of fate.

A matter of perception
A case of perspective ...
Good and bad
It is an alternative ...

Let's imagine: Constipation
1. You are so rich, you seek profession medical consultation and house call too.
2. You are rich enough to run down to the pharmacy and get the medication.
3. You are poor, so you hang on till nature somehow kicks in and work miracles.
4. You are unucky, that you ate something bad and you got a weak stomach also.
5. You are a happy-go-lucky, you consumed something rotten, but no food poisoning.

Constipation is not bad, it is just nature acting up
But when we make something good out of it, then it is called Detoxification
For the very affordable health conscious people
For the less fortunate, let's go back to #3, #4 and #5

Maybe some may argue that good and bad can be distinguished
As well as good and evil, can be identified, through personalities
There is a devil, and there is an angel
So there is heaven, and so there must be hell
Yet all truly agree, that both existed
Should they live together harmoniously
Or must one rule over the other
Perhaps this is where peace and war has been borned.

Maybe it is less painful to just accept the facts
No pun intended
No questions needed
Good and Bad, they just exist.

I Do Worry, then I Don't Worry

It would be impossible to say that one has no worry
Unless one is crazy, and living in the asylum
Then there is not a worry in the world to worry about.

There is really lots of worries lurking
Even subconsciously, they lives in the dreams
Although sometimes, worries come and then they go
Worse is if they come and decided to stay longer than suppose
The "worse" fear is a manifestation of fear itself
They become cancerous, and spreads.

Not a time in our life, we don't worry
What to do, and what willl be done, thinking extensively
There seems to be no stop
Not even when sleeping, and eyes shut tight.

In the broad day light, when met a dead end
One often wished to trade their lives for something better
Might even consider trading a soul with the devil
Just to have that relief, but thinking it is permanent, but never
One ends, another one will just begins
Worse, it might turn out to be the worst!

Yes, we all worry, then again, we don't worry
Cast the thoughts aside, tomorrow, they will come back to your side
Think then, when the time comes, what to do
Worry now, and one will grow so weary, tomorrow another stumble block
Tomorrow will always come, like it or not
Unless death comes into town, and spare the worrisome thought.

"I Do Worry, then I Don't Worry"

Live one day at a time, not thinking is not a crime
Least one would have been sued, too many times
Live today, for itself, and tomorrow, worry itself
Let this moment be the best, and tomorrow, as good as it gets.

More than Joy

Joy is common .....
Norm, as it is an indication of happiness
Smiling, knowing things are going well
Pleasant things dwell
The air is clear
No more fear.

Joy is common
But laughing for uncommon reasons .....
When things are going bad
Shrug it off, and don't be sad
When things are not going well
Just glad that it ain't raining hell
Despite unpleasantness that interferes
Smile, and be strong, and be prepare
Nothing will be ever too worse
Than crying over spilt milk.

Joy is common ....
Uncommonly, is when we experience joy in our darkest moment
To be able to achieve that, is TRUE SUCCESS, and TRUE JOY!

LOVE of a different Kind

Let's play word association game ....
Happy - LOVE
Pain - LOVE
Hurt - LOVE
Die - LOVE
Hope - LOVE
Wish - LOVE

A word game for the dire forlorn
Whose world evolves around LOVE
It lingers in the life of 98% of the population
The miserable 1% in living misery without LOVE
The rest of the 0.9% dead with or without LOVE
The almost negligible 0.1% ..........
Alien walking amongst human beings.

Let's play word association with alien ....
Happy - hahahaha
Pain - ouch
Hurt - arrrrh
Die - ----------------
Hope - hmmmm
Wish - hymmm

The universe evolves around Living
It is embedded into everyone, ironically
Sadly, not everyone is living it happily
Just twist and turns, based on emotions
Emotions that are mainly derived from LOVE.

Here is where 1 soul can be alienated
For living the life that is a gift of the present
Where happiness is gained from within
Gained from the given love for others
Yet gained none in return, but life's hard earned experiences
The joy of giving
And the giving of love
And gained is life worth living.

Love is an unique kindness
Giving is kind
Loving is giving kindness
Kindness is joy
Joy is living
Living is the fuel of love
Love is the essence
The presence of peace
Peace that evolves, revolves, involves
Love and Kind and Joy and Peace
The heartbeat of Living a Life.

LOVE of a different KIND.

Perhaps
Only
An Alien
Will
Understand
IT.

Alien will not care where it is at the moment - although very stressed living here
Alien thinks it is temporary, cos growing - to be a better earthling on earth.

NO Mistakes

There are really no mistakes?
Who would want to believe that?
Especially, if the pain has been done by another
Now become a bad memory that can't wither
Cos some of us choose to live by the hurt
A reminder, a very painful one
That has build a wall of resentment so high
That there will never be any forgivance, just grievance
It became poison, that seeps into the soul
That can't be remove anymore, too late somehow.

If one can't overlook the 'mistakes'
Then they can't look into the life that is now been partake
The goodness that has been derived
The happiness that has arrived
Then the 'mistakes' is truly a mistake
A mistake that will ever be too great to erase
The present will be gray
The future will be grave
Only the past will be so clear
For the 'mistakes' of others which one hold so dear.

There are really no mistakes
Just decisions that we made
The events that we bring upon ourselves
For the experiences that we dwell
That no matter how unpleasant
Sometimes, even we are a nuisance
That is the order, in order to learn
The steps necessaries, to go the places we are destined.

The only mistake, is we believe it is
That is the biggest mistake to begin with.

Signs

There is the heart desire
Burning like a fire
But sometimes flicker
Like a candle.

There is a silence
Hardly making sense
But sometimes loud
Yet stand out in the crowd.

The temperature rose
Then it just goes
But it will come back again
Start looking for the signs.

There might be message inside
But be mindful to the insights
They can be clarification
May hold some explanation.

So there is the bumpy road
As you walk, as you go
There will be signs
Just bear them in mind.

The signs, the indications
The meanings, the emotions
The path, the directions
The signs, journey continuation....

Gratitude

Beautiful morning, having breakfast, with hot tea
The waiters, the passers by, the buses, the cars, the vehicles
Noisy, but they are moving in accordance to their life;
Trapped in the traffic, and getting late for work
Turn on the radio, and the music soothes the anxiety
Chaos no more, it is just a slow order;
It is a hot day, and getting down to hard work
Sweat trickling down, but there is satisfaction
The stack of work is slowly done, as lunch time approach;
A simple meal, but it is a big feast to please the appetite
Feels so good, and the stomach is happy too
All geared for the 2nd 1/2 of the day;
6pm strikes, and it is time to go home
Home sweet home, the house is a haven like heaven
Sleeping well at night, and smiles throughout.

Show your gratitude to each passing day
When it gives so much in return, and much more
The choices of turning pain into a gain
Confusion into explanation
Sadness into gladness
Denial into acceptance
Health into wealth
Sun into fun
Stranger into friend
Friend into lover
Lover into soul mate
Past into the present
The present into the future
The future into a vision
A vision of life into Living.

Just one word ...... GRATITUDE

Reflections

There was once a thought some time back, now thinking again
There were reasons then, there are answers now and .......
It has been months down the road, there are reflections as time flows
Today is not the same as tomorrow, and everyday different as ever more
Each day, the mind evolves, everything changes itself
Each experience, all are enriched.

It is easier putting the pieces together, now understanding it better
The picture is clearer, more obvious than ever
The path that has been traveled, is more evident that it is required
Though it is a tough rough journey, at the end just rewarding
Each day, the mind a little bit more, then the eyes saw
Each experience, is an insight.

Yesterday there is love, today, it has left
There it was understanding, now the truth is beckoning
Finally, eventually, at last! A truth blasted from the past
There used to be a dilemma, it is gone now
Though the decision remains unchange, won't have want it another way
Each day, the storm blow away the doubt, the truth is out
Each experience, there is an obvious reflection.

No regrets, life does get better
Reflections, requires little thinking, it comes in flashes
Staring into your face, emitting its grace
Reflections, a true conviction!

WHATEVER!

They said they know you so well, but they only know your past the best
Of all the things you have done to them, they think of you the worst bastards!
Even all the sacrifices done, you realized that it has always just been your RESPONSIBILITY
Those are tasks contracted, until it reach its expiration-BREAK UP!
Whatever the reasons, ultimately you broke the promises, even if someone else called it off
It is, and it has always been, and will forever be, your bloody fault
Argue as you may, dispute and arguments you can prove, you are still WRONG
Now you realized, and know without any reasonable doubt, why you both couldn't belong
It gives you lots of relief, cos now you are finally living the live that you deserve
Although every now and then, the person who claims to know you so WELL
Still insisted that they know you absolutely well, and you just shrug your shoulders
WHATEVER! why even bother to make amends

If the world rest on the laurels of the words of a person
Know well enough, they flock together for a very good reason
If they can't move on, it ain't your PROBLEM!
Reality is the world swings on and you are on the wagon.

Disappointments

Others disappointment, makes you angry
Your own disappointment, makes you weary
You strive to be ignorant of the others
For yourself you strive harder
Whatever they have done, you just wish them well
For yourself, there is no time for anymore disappointment.

Go To Sleep.

After all the laughter and togetherness, there alone again
Confined to the four walls, and the surrounding that epics quietness
Peace surrounds and the weariness slowly seeps in
Time to lay down to sleep, and be empowered by sublimity.

The night is still young, but the world is getting older
Time is slowly ticking away, but tomorrow might be something newer
Ignorance is partial stupidity and foolishness, un-acknowledged
Not to pay attention to the lurking force that watches over the shoulder.

One no longer exists, when it is discard, disown, unwanted
Except in moments of needed, one can only be remembered
It is no comfort, and it is no excuse, the acceptance is only an illusion
That is norm to be forgotten, disregarded, punished for a past that has short comings.

There is no comfort in creating reasoning with logical rationality
Just laying sticks in perfect length that looks pretty neat
Sticks are still stick, long or short, dried as twig or freshly picked
There is certain reality that cannot be changed, unless changing its purposes.

Lay down to sleep, tomorrow is another day of uncertainty
What it has in store, take it with a pinch of salt
Put the brains aside, put the thoughts away
Silent the heart, hushed the soul, appease the spirit ...
Go to sleep .................
One will wake if it is meant to be
Or the bed will be the grave of comforted cushioning ...
Go to sleep .................
Dream of reality, live with delusions
Or be caught in between heaven and hell, dreaming and living.

Make A Wish

As we speak, you have had make a wish
At the back of my head, I know it will come true
For you have wished so hard
From the depth of your heart
The secret messages that you have sent above
They are so likely to come through.

'MAKE A WISH'
But be careful, you have been warned
You will get everything, even what you don't want
Cos somehow, desires floats freely inside you
You know very well, what you want to do
For you are bound to be so lucky
You are getting more than you bargain
Much more than you ever dream of
For that is what you have truly wished for
Don't act surprise when you get what you want
For you are going to get more than 1 .....

Impro-Wish

3 things that never come back:-
Spent Arrow
Spoken Word
Lost Opportunity

If you believe that
There will be remorse and regrets
That is sad .....

If you don't believe in that crap
You are truly a happier man!
Rejoice and be glad .....

I tied them to a boomerang, and:-
1 arrow to spare
1 word to say
1 opportunity came my way
I will do it all over again!

LIVING

NO perfection NO completion
It is as good as it goes
Focus on the goodness
Disregard the flaws of many others
It is just Disregard, not Ignorance
There is in need of constant reminders
The bad and the good, the existence
But there might be a fine line of balance
That might just tip not in real favour
But let's focus on one thing
That is to be human being
That is LIVING!

What is the Haste?

As one grow weary, it is to go to sleep
When in bed, the brain refuse to shut
Racing thoughts, keeping the mind awake
The darting eyes, watching an empty screen
The heart beats faster than anticipated
What is the haste?

It is the time of the night, it is time to rest
Droopy eyes, the brain almost knocking off
Yet laying down in bed, thinking about tomorrow
The things to do, the tasks to be performed
Wishing that tomorrow comes faster
What is the haste?

Intentions

Asked me a zillion times, my intentions remains the same
Time after time, will not make me change my mind nor my heart
For the truth remains intact, although that itself is not a promise;
To many, the many facets seem like some kind of game
But it ain't, although there is rise and fall, the pain and heartache
Still I will not turn back time, and say my prayers and wish for something else.

Slash me, hurt me, demoralize me, anything as been wished
My intentions will not varies like the weathers ever changing
The destiny is already shaped, I won't want it any other way;
The sea is not calm, the weather is rough, but there is peace in the midst
Soul tormented, heart lamented, spirit broken, but I am here remaining
Clutched my coat, and through the torrent, on this path, I steadfastly stay.

Voices ringing in my ears, heart beating like flights of hummingbird
Am taking trashing and beatings, like the end of the world
The battles that feel like eternity, but my intentions will not alter;
Though it seems am ambigiously ambitious, yet only one intention is clear
All the tiny aspirations are all leading to one big whole
At the end, they will all come together, as one, picture and one future.

One day, something is bound to change my mind about everything
Except the destiny of what my intentions are built upon
For I couldn't see it any other way, more befitting and fulfilling;
Even a gift may turn out to be a curse as well, so I may as well think
Since things are going well, and also going not so swell, so it may dawn
Still tomorrow is so worth to be given a chance of creating, something.

All are welcome to cross examine my intentions
Scrutinize, as much as it is needed
Only to attest its authencity;
All are welcome to question that accompanying passions
No secrets will ever be so discreet
For facts are clearly seen as the present reality.

Don't misunderstood promises with predictions of intentions
It would be misinterpreting if they are been compared wrongfully
For each is different, distinctively at its own stand point;
Don't bring about the past, and be overly judgmental
Unforgiving, and being prejudiced
For my intentions drew their own outlines.

Make a Change Or Not, Today?

Enough of dreaming and enough of sleeping
Waking up before the alarm went off buzzing
The body is more than willing to jump out of bed
The eyes are closed lingering in thoughts
Today, this morning, it does feel different
The air is cold, and ultimately, a storm is brewing
There seems to be a some sadness lurking
But it will not dampen the spirit in anyway.

Thoughts of yesterday, remain at its path of past
All the sacrifices, no more, no more than just plans
No promises were ever to be mentioned anymore
The selfishness complicates the self righteousness
The battles are no more than just a momentary insanity
Today, this morning, the heart is as cold as the air itself
The passion is brewing like the storm outside.

There is certain doubt that arise in how much one can do to heal
There is certainly expectation in the making, when there is doubt
There will be discrepancies when there is imbalance for its expectations.

Though it is true, don't do unto others what is not wished upon oneself
Yet much has been undo cos of the promises which is yet to unfold
It will be most difficult for one to complements the rest of the world
Yet not impossible for one to make a change that will affect others.

A realization that the world is standing alone, on its axis
One soul less or one happiness sought, or one sadness shows
So what!
The universe itself will keep track of its statistic
Shall evolve to balance it accordingly.

Failure

Human Beings are walking by
People are busy with their own chores
Acquaintances brush shoulders without greetings
Friends hustle with future plans
Comrades are fighting their own battles
While I watched from where I am ..................;
Felt like being part of the crowd
Could help out in their chores
Let's do Hi and then Bye, but shudder I can too
The future seems interesting, but aint it unpredictable
Render assistances in the course of battles
Alas when I watched peacefully, I am not needed .................

The solitude is a pattern, I will not disrupt it.............

The one failure in life possible, is not to be true to the best one knows
Today, like any other day is not going to be my choice of failure
My best known is still a mystery for all
Unpredictable, with uncertainties, is of cos uncalled for
But life line has no 911 to dial
Then it is a choice, my life or your life
I choose mine!

Thus it begins HOPE again

Too much of disappointment, too much of pain
Too long of a waiting, before history repeat itself again
This time doesn't seem to be any different from last time
Except, now the hurt seems very unbearable, wish to die.

Looking around, you see all the happiness
All the world lovey dovey is floating around in mid air
Almost felt so shielded from it all
So protected even from cupid's arrow.

Slowly, feels like losing FAITH
Trying to cash on the love disease, which is so great
It is an epidermic that hits everyone else, but YOU!
All has been done, what else to do
Including hoping for the hopelessness, it is still HOPE
But the truth is not giving up, there is always a HOPE overdue.

It seems fine to lost the faith, but don't lose the hope of finding back the FAITH
For as long as it isn't about giving up just yet, there is still a chance of getting there
There is still a hope of opening the right door, and step through the doorway
There is the HOPE of finding that LOVE, eventhough the FAITH gave way
Thus it begins ... HOPE again
Though it might just end HOPE in pain ........
One ends meet another
The tail that touches the head, here is the ender, there is the starter.

Beary ... Feary ... Teary .... Weary

Don't think that there is no wise thoughts in the mind, when the lips are sealed
The eyes that roved, the ears that are pricked, silence is a will
Observing the one who spoke, who blurted, who angered, who sighed
In many of the actions, and reasons, there, humor enlighted
But there is no laughter, the air is densed with intensity
The humor is a snigger, especially when the heart is at the edge.

No matter is ever so huge, that there is no solution
Even pain is nothing permanent, not emotions
Yet sometimes understanding, doesn't mean it is easy to bear
Looking brave and courageous, fear can still linger in the back
Even when there is no indication of much sentiments, there are tears
Even upon the face, a smile wears.

Advices are not given freely, not that they are chargeable
But when sometimes a friend only want a listener, not a counsellor
The wisdom that is not share, is not lost forever
Although it seems like a gift that is useless
At the back of the head, lingers the thoughts that are fresh
When the wisdom is required, it can be acquired in a flash
Yet in the meantime, silence is respect
For a friend who is just a friend in need of a shoulder.

Beary ...
Feary ...
Teary ...
Weary ...

In the heart, in the mind, bear the similar feelings
Fear the most of what everyone has feared before
The eyes many times have tears many more folds
Until the soul is weary and lie down to die.

Failed or Never Tried

Always at the back of your head, there is always a plan to do something
To achieve something in life, or just to make that one decision that may induce fear,
The fear that it might not turn out as planned
Or worried if there is more consequences to face at hand,
A due cause for procrastination
And eventually some form of regrets,
Sometimes, there is little comfort from the twisted fate
That whatever that didn't happen was never meant to be,
Cos nobody is courageous enough to change the course of the events
Or even at least tried to change it.

Every now and then, we are bound to fail in something we attempt
Just probably, not too significant, that we became totally ignorant,
We failed to be punctual - let's just hope it is not habitual
We didn't have lunch, though we wanted to - it is all eventual,
So often, yet so uneventful - these are the failures that are acceptable
Cos it was done, with little consequences to face up to,
The fear is there, but very minimum
If that has been the case, why stop trying now?
Even the dilemma may be greater
The aftermath may be critical,
Surely, nothing which is of the matter of life and death
Just some cuts and bruises, from others' wrath.

Nevertheless, it is a choice
Some of us do have instincts and inner voice, or superstition,
Alas, a choice is made every single day
If not today, tomorrow anyway.

Everyone is a failure at something
Better than be a coward who won't try doing anything.

Changing "ME"

People have been sharing their sorrows
Some so bad, as if there will be no tomorrow
The lowest point of life, felt like walking to the gallows;
Or the head to the guillotine
Looks like all plans not executed
The future holds not single assurance.

People fret, and try other means to achieve success
People get angry, and out of anger, become too defensive
People lost hope, and sad, some take on their own lifes;
Every day is more miserable than before
Tomorrow, the worst is in store
No happiness, just sadness and anxiety is adding more.

There has been advice that we can change our own destiny
Thus, many events, we can rectify to our needs
But isn't that what have been done, and yet...........
The cycles repeat itself, the same sentiments repeated
All except the joy, the triumphant, the content
Alas, all that is .... more frustration and defeat.

Have one ever ponder that changing the course of destiny, is changing "ME"?
Changing the mindset, and let the events, as they be
Thus accept the outcome of all the courses, and be wise and happy;
Numbers are easy to count, money easy to find, but emotions uncontrollable
As much as they are so unpredictable
But can still make the best out of it, and be happily comfortable.

Mind Boggling

There might be a formula to succeed in life
To be rich, to be famous, to be successful
Also then, there must be a formula to stay alive
To be happy, to be contented, to be smiling
Just like there is an equation to mass
There is a logical explanation to accidents
As well as scientific clarifications for life existence
Once they are studied, observed, understood and memorized
Nothing is ever mind boggling anymore
When knowledge is gained.

Yet admist the geniuses, there is a fool
There is also a forlorn, the failure, the black sheep
So where did the equations go wrong?
How did the scientific and mathematical applications been misused?
Or there is just pure stupidity that allowed the downfall?
What irrationality could possible be an acceptable excuse?

While the rich mind boggled on the poor
While the lame mind boggled on the rich
While there is a minority who couldn't be bothered....
KUDOS!

Just leave the mind boggling business to those who don't want to live
LIVE and continue to present the reasons for them to mind boggle
For the true and real meaning of happiness....
Is just as simple as it is presented right in front of the eyes - envision
It is right under the nose - enhance the senses
That DOES NOT REQUIRE A FORMULAE!

Life & Death

Life
A pre-destined journey
It is given without been asked;
It can be a lie
A fabricated tall story
Of the mind, soul, body and heart.

Death
A pre-termination contract
Of life taken without prior notice;
It is a stake
Of souls in Russian Roulette
It is often a losing deal.

We hold the key to our own Life & Death
Yet we are also the biggest Joker
No mysteries have been unravel
Remains with its best kept traits and secrets.

Questions after Questions

There are always going to be questions about our life
The adventures that we want to make it exciting
The reasonings that we want to find when things go wrong
The comfort that we want to feel when all is well
But there is no definite answer that will satisfy
Only amplify more questions
Endless strings of queries, jolted from the curiosity of the mind
But there is no universal answer for all
Or there IS, if only one can identify it already.

We asked about others, from others, as much as we ourselves
Trying to understand, finding the in between underlying meaning
Like fitting pieces of jigsaw puzzles, finding the right pieces that belong
But it is not always fitting, by now, can't now already tell
There is also no one size fits all, though one should really try
It will only result in more questions
Looking for a sign, until one falls back behind
Pick up the phone, call someone, or just pray, upon Him one call
Questions after questions, look for the Master Key, and all mysteries solved eventually.

It is not that difficult really
Once the rootcause is found and eliminated, answers are ever ready!

All the questions, and all the answers?
What is there to be gathered?
Don't be indulgence in the curiosity
Let's try to focus on living simply ...................

"I Know How U Feel"

There is trust; The very crust of the friendship
When you open up your heart; When you are hurted
Where shoulders are not enough; Ears are 2, here to behold
Speak, break the silence between; Unwind and redeem yourself.

Quoted "I know how you feel"; Trufully
Every step of the journey; Just like walking down memory
Pictures of the past, the pain, the horror; Only now, pleasant as ever
The emotions are detached; No more, pledged.

Trust, and believe; Let go and release
Be free, and regain your freedom; Be free, be independant
The old will go, and the new come; Say good bye, as you welcome
Walk out the door, and smell the fresh air; Don't be afraid, all will be fair.

Quoted "I know how you feel"; Trust me, simply
For trust you have, when you opened up your heart; It isn't so hard
Take another step forward; There will be a pillar of strength if you fall back
Worry not, it shall all be well; From here, there is chimes of happy bell.

Sharing; Whilst listening
The wisdom of experience; Holds much truth, if you believe
But the wisdom only useful if shared; Shared for one truly cares
As it speaks to the heart of the listener; Listen to the words of the giver.....

"I know how you feel" ..... it is for real.

My Dreams

We all have dreams, dreams of many sort, dreams of many things
Dreams that creep in when we lay down in bed to sleep
Dreams that we created in our mind, when we are so wide awake
Dreams that we weaved from the envious of the others
Dreams that we nurtured for the sake of the world.

We all have dreams, dreams that come and go, as time passes by
Dreams that are as high as heaven above
Dreams that are as simple as a flower in the garden
Dreams that are beautiful like the clouds in the sky
Dreams that are just purely a dream to begin with.

We all have dreams, dreams that might come true, or might wither away
Dreams that might be remembered, become a memorial of success always
Dreams that might be the fall of own self dignity and pride
Dreams that have no rewards and no prize, but a hefty price
Dreams has no limitations, except been set by ourselves.

My dreams, are simple as just eating and sleeping
My dreams, are wealthy by health and by spiritual being
My dreams, are simplicity of all beautiful and ugly
My dreams, are simply, waking up in the morning, smiling
My dreams, are everything about tomorrow, bright and beautiful
My dreams, are all about life that appears before, so bountiful
My dreams, are not forgetting to live each day to the fullest
My dreams, are living till Death comes to my bed
My dreams, are loving all till there is no more to give
My dreams, are giving back to you, every single bit of me.

Dreams ... we dreamt, and we keep on dreaming
Your dreams are somehow ... my dreams in the making.

What is it, LOVE?

The infant is laid upon the side of the mother
For the first time, been cradled for the first time, in the world
The LOVE of a mother to a child, is selfless and full of sacrifices.

The little child knows the father and the mother
Momma and Dadda are the very first few words been uttered
Will know the LOVE of the parents will never wither through time.

At 15, there will be the first crush, the first infactuation
The first heart ache, the first time for everything
Will know for the first time that LOVE hurts.

Growing up fast, and falling in love faster
There will be crash courses on life's expeditions
Will know the many faces of LOVE, and its many paths.

Even when maturity comes at later age
Doubt if the mind and heart grows any wiser
For there are many mysteries about LOVE not discovered yet.

As time goes, and age is catching up faster than the heart beat
The faith is growing weary, and fate is disappearing at the horizon
LOVE has come and LOVE has gone.

Then one day, there is no more tomorrow
No more chance to learn about the most beautiful, and most ugly thing called LOVE
What is it, LOVE?
How is it when we are born to accept LOVE?
Then as we progressed, we learn to analyse LOVE
At the end, we are still plagued by LOVE
So what is it, LOVE?
What is it about LOVE?

Can't Help It

Hey there, my dear
I am here, so near
But not sure, if you know I am here
Cos I think in your heart, there is someone else.

I am here, smiling from ear to ear
When you talk, when you said my name
I know this will always remain the same
Cos I know, in my heart, it burn this flame
But not sure, if you feel the same too
But I can't help it, even if you don't.

I think that you are so angelic
I think you look so lovely
I think that we should be together
Although in your heart, you might have another.

I am here, waiting for you to come around
When you come, I will be so near, round the corner of you
I have more than 50 reasons why we should be together
Why we are so perfect being a couple
But when I see you, I just froze with just a smile
I don't know how to tell you, I just can't help myself.

I am trying to tell you
I have been trying to do so
I am sending you letters
When you least expected
I am writing you poems
Dedicating them all to you alone
I am reminding you so many times
You will never be forgotten regardless
I am not hiding the facts that I do care
Although I can't be there
I am not keeping my thoughts to myself
But I can't help it, that the ultimate truth remains a secret.

I can't help it that this is how I felt, when I first saw you
Can't help having those feelings that I do
I can't help it, if I am still been discreet
Can't help keeping something a secret in me
Just CAN'T HELP IT ....

Somewhere Out There

As the journey of life continues
There will be many detours along the road....

Sometimes the path is bumpy
Sometimes smooth but slippery,
Sometimes there are puddles of water
Sometimes there are holes that are covered,
Not careful, one can fall victim to own carelessness
Or too careful, fall victim to scrupulous circumstances,
There is really no fool proof way that there is no hurt
That one can be so well protected from the harm of others,
Also one can't be so well mannered to please everyone
And so often, not even get what one wants.

One fall, and stumble
One fumble and tumble,
One mumble, and be lost of words
One be too humble, that is a lost of worth,
Then one question the integrity of the world
Asked for the meaning of these all,
Can it be put a stop to this misery
Then find answers to this life's mysteries,
Can one change the destiny
And fine a reason to smile for eternity.

The road may not always be so straight
Just keep on moving forward ahead,
One is bound to be stronger at the end of the day
Will find oneself wiser, learning always,
Along the way, there will be friendships
Who will come to our aid,
There is wishful thinking of finding someone whom, is meant to be
If one would like to continue to believe, in that myth or belief.

Somewhere out there .........................

Thinking!

Thinking is a waste of time
Ransacking the mind
Terrorising the peace within
Disrupting the harmony.

The dilemma of a crossroad
The uncertainties, don't know what to do
Don't know where to go
Lost, then and now, also!

Thoughts are just fictions of tomorrow
Based on presumptions, of times being a coward
What the future holds, nobody will surely know
Least be GOD, then what on tarnation are you doing on EARTH?

Don't mixed up thoughts with instincts
They too are baseless and they can too sting
For there is no crystal balls to pierce your eyes in
There is no meth to get yourself all high and mighty.

Is it ever possible not to think, least it is required at work?
For there are more worth in it, that is been put into words
Otherwise, thinking is just putting oneself into a whirlwind pool
Jeapordizing oneself, and running amok!

Thinking is a waste of time
When it is really not required
Rest your tired mind
Leave the thoughts by the bed post, and sleep!

To LOVE or Not to LOVE

The word LOVE never ceased to fall upon my ears
As it never cease to lay my shoulders for the falling tears
The hands that clasped together, in gripping fear
Praying so tenaciously, but it is reality, that will not adhere
The joy subsides, clouded by misconstrue
The faith suffers a blow, and it cracks open
The goodness flows out, while the worse is allowed in
The righteousness is devour, slowly within.

I couldn't understand LOVE, as much I couldn't apprehend the pain
Whilst as I sit in the park, and look around, I see the joy, but restrained
I don't understand why the laughters will slowly fade away
And the crying, sobbings and weepings become so loud and deafening
It is sad when the happiness which all rants in the beginning is missing
Wrinkles, frowns, scowls and even scorn, turns into hideous hissing
The kissing and hugging, of loving gestures, and words been exchanged
Now became the very strength that left them distant and estranged
Anger, resentment, and revenge, of hearts that turned into evils
The kind soul, the sweetest person ever, turned against their own wills.

The poets write romantically about it, yet at times shun the aftermath
The philosophers justify it, yet leave so much room to improve
The lovers swear by it, yet suffers silently in the tiny corner
The astronomy calculates it, yet could never pinpoint a finger
The gods preaches it, yet not promising anything
Everyone wants it, yearns for it, will probably never find the real meaning

To LOVE, or not to LOVE; The mediocre question
To LOVE, or not to LOVE; The universal expressions.

What Can We DO?

We always want to give the best to the one closest to us
To the spouses
To the lovers
To the closest friends
It is ever so noble to be so sacrificial
Until the sleepless nights come
The stressful days arrive
The walls are closing in
The moments of melt down nigh
We collapse in our own quests.

We want to be the strong one, mighty and responsible us
Providing a shelter over the heads
Providing food at the table
Providing financial to make ends meet
It is not important what is beneficial
Until our health crumble, and go into slump
Until there is no more strength to strive
All there is, is the thoughts of complaints
Of all things that don't seem right
We fail in our own tests.

We give everything up for others
And keep nothing for our own sake
We find our joy in their happiness
And deprive ourselves of truth
We portray to the world, close perfection
And covering the voids, with brutal silence
The voids getting so humongous, it is unbearable
The lies become so out of proportion, it became reality
The world become larger than life, it became an universe
We are on the trial of a suicidal watch.

What can we do, if we fall and wither?
What can we do, to cover up others' mistakes?
What can we do, if we can't erase the sadness?
What can we do, if the world is unjust and cruel?
What can we do, with so much of our emotions?
What can we do, if we decide to throw ourselves off balance?
What can we do, to be fully accountable?
What can we do, to overcome all life's brutality?
What can we do, if we cast upon ourselves, the curse?
What can we do for others, if we don't want to do for ourselves first?

Prayers 4U

My dear friends, near or far
You are the light of each bright star
My world is the universe
You have earned the place with your trust
My prayers are always for you
Pick it upon the skies, whenever you need to

My prayers.................
Unto those who are weak, given strength
Unto those who are harsh, have no evil intent
Unto those who are sick, given health back
Unto those who are lost, shown the right track
Unto those who are burdened, lift the heaviness
Unto those who are sad, find the path to happiness