Monday, December 27, 2010
Therefore, why do somebody refuse to accept mistakes made;
Alas, refuse to give the chance for someone to make amends;
Instead only stubbornly continuously reprimand......
...It is almost sure to condemn the wrong to the gallows;
Blind to the goodness that will be shown;
It is to end a relationship, because of the imperfection;
Yet deep within themselves, they are part of angel of darkness.....
Who benefits from the perfection and mistakes?
But the one who make amends and partakes;
Who will not see the true light of sincerity?
But those who think they are right all the time......
The mature thinks they have seen everything in a single sight;
They know indefinitely, they are always right;
The childish thinks they have made a mistakes, wants to make right;
They will do so with all their might......
They can rightfully wrong the wrong, for their knowledge of the world;
Their wisdom wide, but their mind narrow to apprehend the whole;
The wise one is the one, who humble and admit a wrong;
See the truth, understand, and sincerely went along.....
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Love so passionately, and seems so effortlessly
It is an innate instinct, you are born to love
It is in your soul;
The gifts, the letters, the messages, so lovingly ... pathetic
When there is really no need for such gestures, there are nothing actually
When in love already, is there a need to present more proofs?
Poor soul, those insinuations almost feels like the gallows.
There are those of you who are just playing it cool
Love comes and love will stay
Cos good ole love, oh so faithful
You so believing and trusting;
At times, almost feel freezing cold
The warmth that is not been displayed
Thrust the instinct into a believer of things beautiful and wonderful
Yearning, imagining, all the feelings.
There are those of you are constantly changing
Love swings like the pendulum
Tick tock, hot and cold
Good ole couple you have been;
It is good that love is still loving, heart break is still harrowing
There are always new conditions to succumb
Everlasting is evergreen and old is gold
You are no long SEVENTEEN, Please!
The last letter needs only one last sentence
"I LOVE YOU"
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Preaching the perfect idealogies according to our ideas
As time goes along on the journey, there are discrepancies
The imperfections, that fall short of our expectancies
The steps halted, the mind wandered, the mind pondered
The breathing slow, the heart lament, emotions fizzle and sizzled
A wry smile upon the lips
A wrenching twist........
Perfection requires now
Ideals are often so rigid, it is inflexible
Perfections that have no flaws, incorruptible
Beautiful as it used to be
Now seems gone, where is it already
In the past, the bygone
Almost felt wrong
A cut in the heart
Perfection now needs
The future is not bleak
But it is harder to see
Dark, it is not in this alley
But the future is hard to imagine really
The deviation from perfection
A thought that is hard to grasp, like animation
Distorted yet can rebound back
Humorous while it slacks.
The future is the plan
Perfection still likes ahead, it still can
Because there is a need for perfect-correction
Reconstruct the emotions
Realign the idealogies
Rewrite the language to suit reality
Acceptance of a new perfection
Starts with a need for correction
Ideals do not come and go
They just shape-shifted to suit the goals
Following the flow
Come a-new, re-shape the old.
Not a new concept
Just difficult to reach that depth
But life is to move forward
No regrets, improvement has its worth
Not for the sake of love itself, so naive
But for the sake of living the life of it.
It can be a crossroad
It can be a dilemma of a goal
It can be a roadblock
It can be a deadlock
It can be any obstacles one may imagine
Then why can't be it the possibility of anything
Is it not still a perfection
Just because it has been a perfect-correction.
Preparing to let go and cry,
Emotions brewing in the center of the heart
Waiting to let go and depart,
Yet all abreast
What kind of tales and story they carry?
Scary, kinky, moody, happy,
All sorts of everything can be entangled in them all
They tell much, and indeed much more,
Yet it will all be only speculation
When the ultimate true is not in confession.
Tiny trickles of tears filling the cracks of the heart
Overflowed to the cheeks as they parted,
Glistering eyes, silent aches
Beating heart, war wages,
Tears, what do they say?
Along the path, what do they pave?
Quietly, wipe those tears away
Slowly, let it all go to pass
Praying hard, this will not last,
Tears like rain, come and go
Like river, flow.
Carve the stories with tears
With little to be said, it is the only gesture that needs not fear,
So transparent, nothing is ever vivid
So fluid, nothing is ever so rigid,
And as Xmas cheers and spirit comes nigh
Pray and have a good night,
That tomorrow comes, something brand new
Who knows, perhaps one wished if only one knew,
What tomorrow may brings
Then it is nothing,
Even tears will fail to tell any story
Not even can create a memory worthy,
Tears ..... O tears
Tears so dear.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Trying to think out loud, perhaps over spilling,
Tear gathering at the corner of the eye, holding back
Heart at the edge of cracking, let's make a pact,
Over crowded in a tiny room, clustered
All alone in a crowded room, isolated,
Hands reaching out to the sky, the heaven
Heart yearning for the promised haven.
Hate to be looking back, remembering
Can't help reminising, memories trailing,
The mind is speaking out loud again
The heart is rebuking despite the pain,
Words flowing out but halted at the lips
Walking on thin ice,
Waiting for time to pass
Waiting for time to appease, this pain will not last.
Looking around, the silent world
Obseving the noise, not understanding a single note,
Trying to understand, all the expressions
Justifying to all the desperations,
But the yearning seems to be coming to an end
Cross between, giving up, letting go, seems all in vain.
Running ... running
Ear plugs in the ears drowning out the callings,
Instincts are still haunting
Saying, there is no escaping,
Can't beat the destiny
This world is still waiting,
Mission not done, not even started
Difficult not to fall apart, because it is so hard.
Heart upon the prayers
Prayers upon the hours,
Eyes closed, heart melt away
Night after night, day after day,
Dilemaism .....................it is coming anyway.
All the things that have been learnt in this world
There will be a time to throw out the pride,and put it all to good's worth,
There will always be injustice, don't expect anything less
There will be some explaining to do, but hard to do the best,
There will be the greatest lesson to learn
There is nothing that one can yearn,
Give without expecting
No rewards is ever the exact, if not appreciative,
It is to do, or not
Dilemaism .............. it is a whole load.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
It comes and goes in your life
It is valuable asset
Although often not declared
NOT YET, that is.
Some formality is required
Some expectation too
IT IS JUST A MATTER OF TIMING.
Flexible and accommodative
Come and go thought, often with a note or two
No announcement is required
Cos it is all done telepathically
No talking, no holding hands
No need mushiness, no need passions
It is all done naturally
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Life has lots of ammunition that will hit us all at any time
Wild shots, unintended and sometimes unintentional
Don't know what hit us till the pain sinks in;
Life gives us lots of opportunities and also many misses
Created much emotional chaos but also has peaceful endearments
What shall we do with it?
Do we dissect it like an autopsy
Peel through the layers of disguises
Find the root cause, scientifically or rationally?
Do we take it as it is
The many facets of life
Accept, appreciate and advance forward, readily?
Which seems harder to grasp
Or harder to do?
What seems to be much easier said than done
Or never tried, never know it can be done as well?
The ever famous standpoint at the crossroad
The ever popular pit stop "Dilemma in progress".
Easy step - don't think
Somehow can't stop the brain
It got a mind of its own
We seem to have no control
Or we left the remote at home
And home is where the heart is "slained".
Easy step 1-2-3
Practice makes perfect
And perfection is not in a day
It goes a long way
Through thick and thin
Through lots of pain and impatient.
Take the 1st step - Acceptance
Reality is such a bitch and bastard
2nd step - Appreciate
Everything has its way of making things great
3rd step - Advance forward
Shrug, brush off the shoulders, don't be distracted.
Life is at such, the greatest Ad-Vance-Picture in fantastic colors
We have the remote control, to switch channels
We are in control of what we want to see and not;
Choices are in our hands, easy as it is been told (3A steps to follow)
Do we do it or we decide not
Or there is something more easier than steps - just pray to GOD!
3 Steps in human handling
1 Steps to God's listening.......
Monday, October 25, 2010
Stayed that way, unless one comes out from the grave;
To haunt, to hurt, to torment
To satisfy the old sentiments;
Least you rest in peace
Eventhough the soul not at ease.
Evil is not the one who died
Left with tonnes of lies;
Evil are those who lived
In all lies they believed;
In the truth all masked
That devilish task;
That would never come to an end
Till mass destruction is at hand!
Life and death
What is the best pick then?
The coward chose to die
The courageous chose to lie;
The victims are defenceless
Those who struggle to upright the truth;
From the death who couldn’t speak from the grave
From the alive, who spoken way too much to disgrace;
Falling victims are those who chose silence
Fighting hard to be resilient;
Hoping for the better
When the worse has subsided;
Wishful thinkingly hoping
If one doesn’t die trying to find justice.
Those who died, how ungrateful to life one has been
Those who lived, how revengeful, nevertheless;
There is no peace
Just an empty wish;
A dying plight till the end
The plight of the living.
Monday, October 18, 2010
The day turned out absolutely bad
Bad news couldn't get any better, so sad
Out of the frying pan onto the fire
Smashed, burnt and tossed all desires.................
But is it really that bad
There is a silver lining which the tears have blocked
The negative feelings has clouded
Do nothing for now and just calm down.
There are much hassles in life
Everyday a struggle to stay alive
Fight fight fight
Seems hard to do things right ..........
But it is better to get things done now than later
Later might be too late, and may be never
Never is full of regrets that can no nothing ever
So do it now, it is really much better.
The rain that falls, bring upon flood
Killing people and crops too
But it brought about a balance
Due to mankind's own ignorance,
The earth has cracked
The globe heated up
Mankind needs some warning
In the greatest hope people are heeding.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
all the "diseases" on earth is circumstancial effect of humans expectations that dwells within all society globally. ... Ahlien
It is a mistake for aliens invasion on earth
Better for them to get out as soon as they could
The infected and infested earth
It just aint worth.
Aliens life form exists
As long as they stayed away from this orbit
Is the worst of all exploitations and explosions.
Aliens known to have invade earth
Left its existence, telling of great development
But at the end, it just seems civilization is doomed
What is the good of alien knowledge if it aint used for good.
While other life forms perished
Some slowly vanished
Looking for elsewhere
A better place to dwell
But not earth, at least no more
It aint as it used to be before
How sad, the deterioration
In the name of globalization
How pathetic, the downfall of mankind
Is all mankind in the making
The path to Extinction.
It is time to turn the space ship around
Pick up the aliens who have stayed too long
Hurry before IT dies together with mankind
Quick before IT suffocates alongside earthlings ....
The hatred, manifested from expectations
The expectations, manifested from comparisons
Comparisons manifested from self loathe
Self loathe that manifested from the quest of love
Love ... for everything, except ONE self
One self deteriorates according to hatred for others
This is the more vicious cycle that is been observed
The extra ordinary effect that dwells no where better than within one self.
Yet all doctors find excuses in others
Using medicine to recover
While human beings find excuses always
Without making much changes each day
While everyone look outward to everything else
But than look at the reflection in the mirror right in front of them
Blinded, deafed, immuned, dumbed, numbed and drugged
Blame it on ................... LIFE IS TOUGH! MONEY NOT ENOUGH!
Damn the rich is getting richer
The poor getting poorer
Why aint nobody talks about healthier?
Wealthier by the virtues gathered daily?
Material things has weakened all the bondings
Expectations has destroyed earthlings, slowly, and surely.
Evolution hasn't promise a new future
The new generation hasn't been given a new adventure
Evolution has instead left the earth with a tiny spot of hope
The new generation will die in desperation to find that needle in a haystack.
Time for aliens to get back into their old space ship
Time to move out with this degrading and disgraceful stories to transcript
But truly Earth is full of inspirational stories
Of the many few left who struggled with their life, but slowly dying.
Farewell ..... Evoluation has halted a new generation
Evolution may have advanced technically, but spiritually, a damnation.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
May comes sooner than the lightning speed
Will today itself be too late
Cos a split second waste
One will never know what it meant to be said.
Comes now and not when it should later
Like a hungry stomach rumbles
A scowl brings grumble
Cos it is truly much too late to be sorrier
One will have lost just 1 chance to be closer and truer.
One should have just do it
Not wait for the perfect right timing
If it ain't now, when is it?
Later, sooner, or never!
The chance is given now
Solve them problems
Find a way to wipe out them scowls
Mellow those grunts
Before it is too later to,
Thanks to technology
There is no distance in the universe
But unfortunately, it is just far apart in the heart
No thanks to emotional
Right-ing the wrong thing
Wrong things weren't turn back up right
Forget about the "IF"
Verbal creation by human beings
Brain waves short circuited
Delete the "IF"
Press Escape unsured
So much of thoughts lingering
What "IF" ......
The more one figure it out
All calamity will come about
Too late to say sorry
Too much to be regrets
Put the heart out on the path to be risked
Put the thoughts back into the brain for a rest
Nothing is gained, without doing anything
Nothing is learnt,without a little bit of sacrificing
But remember at the end of the day
What is it that one has gained anyway
"IF" one has never changed NO WAY!
DAMN ... HERE IT GOES AGAIN
This human viscious cycles comes to no end
Thank you to human brilliantly utilizing the most powerful tools
Messing up the most reliable indicatior.
"IF" there is a "IF" key on the keyboard
It would be the most frequently used key than ENTER.
Now Press ENTER .......
Go and Do IT
Forget about the "IF"
The figment of one's imagination
Is the destruction of all beautiful and simple.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Can really too much of something and everything kills anything?
Can someone tells you "I Love You" everyday
Do you wish your partner doesn't care that much anyway
Cause it feels the passion sizzling away
After all it will never be the same as the first time and first day
Can someone misses you so much, that you wonder if it is real
Or you pondered if everything will soon to lose its appeal
Cause you wondered if those aren't real feel
For too much of everything will just kill.
Does really too much of something is really not good at all
Or is it better to have less of everything to keep the ball
Perhaps everyone has different requirement for themselves
There is no less nor no more.
Do you want only 1 "I love you" / week
Or at least once / day - too meek
Do you want SMS only when you are needed
Or whenever you are in the thought of the loved ones
Do you want to be love for the sake of convenience
Or for always for the rest of your life time.
Love ... O ... Love
Beloved ... Belove
The tragic, and the logic
Do your pick.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Besides the over rated curse words of F.U.C.K
The exclamation of O.M.G
The next word to be awarded is L.O.V.E
Love can be used in so many occasions
Linked with many situations
Caused much delusions and confusions
Widely anticipated globally
Cross cultural, cross the seas
From heaven to hell
High up lost in the outer space
Crashed on mother earth
The word L.O.V.E
Has been sung, talked, debated and yet intriguing mysterious.
Even a direct questions “Why do you love?”
Can create controversial answers
With ambiguous perceptions
To a more simpler question “What is love?”
Yet can be complex
To grasp the whole meaning of it
Means unlearning what is been taught
Learning what is unorthodox
Challenging the norm
Embracing the matter of facts of perspective
Expanding the mind, heart and soul
To see, feel, hear, taste and smell all the senses of L.O.V.E
The mankind has raced against emotional evolution
Has generated the maze and haze of advance artificial intelligence
Challenge every basis of science
Yet unable to accurately figure out the essence of L.O.V.E
The never ending quest that will one day destroy mankind itself
Or will one day bring a single human race up on the pedestal of
Very few has reached that heavenly stage
And those who have could never express the JOY
The contentment of life that exist
But its existence is within oneself.
The knowledge of S.E.L.F, the knowing of “M.E”
In the name of L.O.V.E, one must strip naked to bareness
To set forth on a path of shame and underwrapping the values
To be casted upon a stone of sin, upon a fiery shadow of regrets
Taking every necessary tiny baby step to advance
Over the next course of life, filled with pain, vileness, emotional twist
To gather knowledge so common yet mind boggling
Still not fully understanding the SIMPLE meaning
THINKING of complexity, twisted and in denial.
Everyone has been L.O.V.E.d
Everyone wanted L.O.V.E
Gotten into L.O.V.E
Pained and scarred by L.O.V.E
Questioned the values of L.O.V.E
Even prayed and asked HIM about L.O.V.E
Been taught the reason of L.O.V.E.i.n.g
Wondered endlessly about why L.O.V.E
Yet coming to no conclusions
On the contrary, much contradictions
Setting the heart and the mind, at war
The internal battle because of L.O.V.E
Indeed the soon to be ever famous word L.O.V.E
Have you not many times in your life has fallen into the wrath of L.O.V.E
Have you not once too often fell in and out of L.O.V.E
Have you not experienced L.O.V.E and still couldn’t get enough of it
Have you not told yourself no more, only to get involve again
Have you not quoted so wisely on the matter of L.O.V.E
Have you not thought, you must be the L.O.V.E guru …
Well all about L.O.V.E.
Still at the end of it, nothing about L.O.V.E
Sunday, July 18, 2010
All the $$$$$$$$$$$
For this, for that
For every knick knack
Including clean fresh air to breathe
Cos u can't stay alfresco anymore
1 foot out the door
Pay the toll
1 foot into the shopping mall
No car, take public transport
Sucks like hell, unpredictable like a womyn PMS
Got car, then price hike in petrol
Traffic jam, wherever there is road
Jamming on the brakes
Wear and tear of the car is unavoidable
Make an appointment to the workshop
Like making dental appointment for oneself.
Everywhere, everything is about money
No money no talk, no money no honey
No money no fix a thing
No cash, but got credit card, still can maintain
If no credit card, bad status quo
You won't get a 2nd look
The whole world gone material
The society gone mental!
Money, money, money, loads and loads
The next to worry after love
Stress and suicidal
Crazy and lunatic, from the cradle
Yet still got the nerve to ask "Why so stress?!"
So obvious, no need to even guess
Close the eyes, the images of $$$$$ will tell the rest
Who can argue, who can attest
Self induce stress, self demotivated, self destruction
"Where does all the negativism comes from?!"
Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Civilization has brought doom!
Money money money
It changes all destiny
The good vibes destroyed
The bad one comes to stay-ahoy!
Like pirates of the new dawn society
Poverty rocks the foundation of all goodness
Despite the remedy that is aplenty
But how many would lift the veil to see.
The mind is corrupted
The heart is no longer contented
Life is harder
Not getting any better
Everything is getting strange.
Money is the parents of mental upheavel
Money is the rootcause of all stress level
Money money money .....
ABBA sang it
We now all live it
Unless one decides to change
There is still help indeed.
There is always going to be an opportunity
A door way is always open for serendipity
Are you prepared
Or continue to live in fear of money seems so sacre
There is always a solution
Amongst evil temptation
There is salvation
With strengthened emotion.
Money money money
Sing your heart out like a song, honey honey
Don't let it stick in the mind and the heart
Let is part, when the times comes to depart
The world is a better place
There is still grace
There is still hope
Just learn to let Go
Don't question without the intention to change
Don't change without the heart ready to be contented with simplicity.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Anyone can take up that challenge if one can find a doctor of that matter
A mad scientist who is scientifically sane
Or one has to be insane to be lured into that attempt
Then it will change the proverb "If only I can turn back time..."
It will be sync to "If only I fix my brain...."
Everyone is looking for the quick "fix-it" solutions
Technology advancement has made people lazy
But never too lazy to worry
Worry for the unforeseen
Quite a vivid imagination
But indeed the mind is a very powerful tool.
There are memories embedded in our head
Lurking in the twisting wires of the brain
Things, events and people whom we remembered
All which we chose to recall
Although some details are left in the subconscious
Yet they do surface involuntarily, it just happen
Which is the culprit of sadness and depression
When memories become visitant without any invitation.
It is mind over matters
Tell yourself you can get rid of them
It is mind-cum-will power
Needless to cut through the scalp and touch the brain cells
Least one might end up without a single memory left - pHD.
Why worry so much about the past memories
Filled up every crack and space with the old and unwanted
Worrying why they kept coming around
Why not wonder where to store tomorrow's memory
There is always going to be better, happier and brighter
Especially if those moments in life don't come too often
In a split second, the grandeur that won't last forever
What is worse that there is just no more room to keep
As swift as it comes, it goes, and gone into oblivion
Monday, May 17, 2010
Not too cold and not too hot
With an objective set in the mind
Wanting to jump out of the pyjamas into the suit
Grabbing breakfast on the way off to work
Can't wait to smell the air outside
Deafened by the noise of automation
Eyes wearied by the bustling sight of crowd on the street.
How would it feel to dance to the rhythm of honks and tonks
With the iPod in the ears, the beats, the bass and the electone
Blasting in sync with the unplug naturalistic
Dancing, prancing, hum and sing along
Unleash the raw musical talent which laid dormant
Commanding the 2 left feet to skip, leap and jump in fiesta
For the orchestra of the world is at everyone's command.
The rhythm of life, taking every little sound of the earth
Blending every creation of sound together
Putting all sadness and happiness into a raffle box
Like a lottery pick, shuffle them all up
Take a chance on life and taking fate by the neckline.
That is the rhythm of life, created by one own's hands
However it may sound, only one would know it best
Least be shared, and least it be announced and known
Then it is universal language, where words are needless, actions are futile
The feelings that come what may, is the ultimate sensation at the end of the day.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Love is indeed a gift, bestowed
We get it every now and then, we always do
Though some complained, they never do!
Cause it isn't what they have expected
Just not the way they have thought it is.
Love is a gift, we get at all occasions
Sometimes it is wrapped beautifully, we are amazed
But sometimes rather plain, not so impressed
Yet, it is a freely given gift
But it doesn't seem to meet expectations
Nor meet the eyes of our perspective.
Even if love does come and stay
A gift we hold so dearly and close to our heart
But as many great poets said, and as many would say
Don't have too much expectations, and changes are inevitable
Surely, are we meant to stay glued to the seat and watch
Watch so helplessly as things go astray and ruined before our eyes
When we know, we could make changes but not know the consequences
Shall we not take the risk to be honest, or shall we cowardly be laid back
Knowing it is everyone's mistakes, we learnt and yet we made now.
Did we take it so literary "Without expectations"
Let love comes and goes, as it is willed by destiny
Or when it comes, we shall embrace it without our might
With every knowledge gained, we should improve
Beyond the expectations of "mistakes"
That will cause love to cease and wither so sadly
Should it be "Without expectations"
Is we shall not be over ambitious of perfection
That we require drastic changes unnecessary
Especially in comparison to others, that caused despair
That it is not the effort to improve
But to a degree it impaired love that is already so beautiful.
We don't love to be loved
We love to love
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
As children, we are thought to pay respect to our parents
To listen and acknowledge their scoldings and nagging
As gestures of their undivided love for us.
As adolescent, we realized that it has been tough to be parents
Cos it is so hard to talk to them, and make them understanding
Our feelings, our thoughts, our lifestyle as it is
That we are at the learning curve, we are like a sponge
But at the end, we will know the right and the wrong.
As an adult, we looked at our parents and now we make realization
We just don't see eye to eye
We have very contradicting opinions on everything
Yet, we matured in our hardships and struggles
We learnt to be more understanding than our parents will ever be
For we are more forgiving, more tolerant and more patient
And mainly because they are our parents.
The struggle to maintain the drifted relationship with the parents
Remain a battle that will never meet its end
And might as well, will only end when death comes calling to the bedside
For those who have done so successfully, pray that continues.
While many a-times, we give in to the tantrums of the parents
Without any benefit of doubts of their maternal and paternal instints
But it is not often that they can earn their rights to rule our life
And if they do not understand that our life is in our own hand, then we shall defy
Perhaps they will think of us a defiant and unappreciative
But we hope that they will eventually realize, we have come a long way living.
Parents, we give our thanks to them for our existence
For their guidance, if they are the right path to follow
Or we will go on the road which we have chosen
For that is the journey will go on, and with many encounters
We will never go back to them, and blame them for anything
For at the end of the day, it is our decision
We only pray they will learn to let go of the control
And to realize that they are sometimes wrong in their governance
Least they have no confident in us, thus they doubt themselves only more
We steadfast holding to our principles, and grow by our virtues groomed.
Parents, we thank you
But don't rule us for the sake of being parents
Parents, we adore you
But don't take us for fools for your old fashioned rules
Parents, we are part of you
Least you are the one who stubbornly pushed us away
Parent,s we give you your respect
Least you deemed not fit for that!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Spreading over the branches of trees
Fertile, by mother nature
Memories, they can't seem to leave
Free to roam wherever they want to be
Yesterday, today, tomorrow, all the future.
Memories of gift given, and taken
Kept in treasure box like token
Then kept in a little corner up in the attic
Someday they will be stumbled upon, a little frantic
Remembering, and how sweet they used to be
Or how painful the past has been.
Memories can be discarded
Yet some do with a heavy heart
Reluctant, unable to let go
So they are kept till another day to behold
Behold with pain, and misery
Telling the past of sorrowful story
Tears rolling down the cheeks
The heart aching, draining all the energy
A day of reckoning and remembering
But behold the day will go on lingering
Forgetting that the future is waiting
But will always willing.
Memories are pieces of imagination
Locked up somewhere in the subconscious
They can be called upon
Of they can be locked up forever in the box
Nobody knows for sure what effect it will have
Perhaps none, perhaps grave
Perhaps it can stop time
Perhaps it can halt life
But undoubtfully it changes lives
Just whether the reasons are good enough.
They said that we are all the shape of the past
Be grateful of that cast
They said that what doesn't kill us make us stronger
Be grateful if we didn't turn out to be stranger
They said that memories are meant to be cherished
Be grateful, be forgetful but memories don't perish even if we banish
They said that the future waited for no one
Right ON, so make the memories of tomorrow if you want
Or wait for now to be the past, and become bitter memories
Then wished to have written a different set of stories
Regrets are memories, that lingers for not doing what one could do
Memories are regrettable, if one couldn't let go and let the seeds be sowed.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Taking a path that goes forward
Wherever it leads, is hardly a question
With a firm heart, move from one point.
When the soles worn out, and stones prick the feet
Don't let the cry of pain, marks the any defeat
But feel mother nature rubbing the skin
It is back to basic, when shoes not been invented.
When the rain comes, and drenched to the core
Cold as the breeze blows right into the pore
Don't feel the discomfort that nature brings
Or what sickness the body may be inflicted
But every touch of mother nature
Is a blessing in disguise, as the immunity is nurtured.
As the feet is weary, and the tummy growling with hunger
No shed to hide, no food to feed, then a berry on a tree is a miracle
Juicy, sour or sweet, is little nutrient to the body
Blessed that the earth has plantations that grow abundantly
A tree of much leaves, looming over like wing of protection
No price to be paid for heavenly accommodation.
If stress can put a smile upon your face
Then the burden will be lifted from the heart in an instant
All good tidings that the wind has carried will be right before the eyes
Good Samaritans still exists walking amongst devils in disguises
Shall offer assistance in the oddest hours, but when in true dire
Take on the chance, and not worry what is in the future, but be inspired.
Pray a little prayer in the heart, and speak with gratitude
A little appreciation and simplicity, will contribute
Joy brings great heaps of accomplishments
As much as doubt can prevent resentment
Actions that spur from pure instincts can guide like the North star
The journey will explore the land of great grandeur, need not be far.
Right under the nose, just right yonder the sight can behold
Where the will carry the feet, and there the heart says to go
A strange land is not temporary, before beauty is soon to be realized
All opportunities will appear, and all will create new experiences
The new will come and replace the old
New chapters of life will be made and stories will be told.
Every journey begins with a past
A determination that the pain will no longer be a hindrance, at last
The will to move forth, embedded in the heart and in the mind
When no longer need to stay on and stagger behind
Stalled by a need, halted by memory, the strength lacking
The true potential is all within, but struggling, fighting
The battle between the mind and the heart
And the journey which is always halted, never start.
The journey is a stone throw away
That caused much ripples in the water, always
The calming effect of the ripples are the many perspectives
Of how one would decipher the abstract images of life
To successfully endure each obstacles is of great might
But to truly understand the pain and joy, is to see and feel it right
Destiny is to fuel the making of one own kingdom
Doing it all wisely requires much wisdom
That no amount of wealth cant deliver to the doorstep
But some obstacles and sadness, even DEATH might help
Yet how many would look at the journey right now, ponder and deliberate
Then dare to hail, "YES! IT's GREAT!"
Live up to its every moment of triumphant
Throughout the life, like a burning flame.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
What is truth is not really about honesty
Honesty is not about the facts that one speak
TRUTH is about acceptance and acknowledgment.
Truth is not seeking answers to questions
Not question endless and throw accusations
On what one does not want to accept and acknowledge.
Truth is an chronological event that has transgress through time
Of reasons, purposes, facts, all sum into one
Of what is now, the present, and not of the past.
Truth is our selfishness in seeking solace
Comfort for mistakes, that has been punished by fate
But fate is what one has intentionally created.
Truth is the one, one does not want to face
Always afraid of the truth thus one run away from
Yet kept coming back for more TRUTH, there is no TRUCE.
Truth is sometimes, nobody's business to begin with
Truth is just the way it is
Truth is something nobody can take it.
Find peace within yourself
Da TRUTH is Da END.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Pain of mind on things done, said, experienced in the past
With a wish that it has been done differently
Looking back with dissatisfaction
With a longing, grief, sorrow
A mourning on things/persons.
Pain that stem from the guilt of doing something
Let it be right or wrong
Whether the infliction is external or internal
The remorse that lingers in the heart, the mind
That is eventually muttered, murmured, spoken.
The memories which linger inside
Looked through the lens of a different perspective
The emotions which are arouse
Are different of those before
To claim its indifferences
Is a cover up
To admit its indiffferences
Is harbouring the secret deep inside the heart
Which is the real regrets?
When there is so much of comparison
So much of speculation and assumptions
The truth is hidden in the heaps of false anticipation
What is revealed at the end of the road is ................ REGRETS.
Fate has summoned
The coward has raised the white flag
Be dead then!
Is the soul peaceful
Dying with resentment, what fool!
What triumph one has accomplished
What wrath instead been unleashed?
Can prayers sooth the soul?
Maybe so, hopeful so
So selfishly, the thoughtless act
What peace will one ever get
The gift of life, shall not be tempted
Regrets, can summon to nothing ever so great, nothing to beget.
Spoken to many times
No other more hideous is this crime
Bringing death upon oneself
Thinking this is the best way out.
Death is not self righteous
A violation of trust
Forgiveness only granted from the higher ground
Do as one may please
A coward's befallen grace.
There is no salutations
There is no celebration
Nor will there be anymore tears
Once remembered, it will be forgotten soon
The memories will soon be discarded
A prayer is still extended sincerely
But the aftermath will be difficult to rectify
Even death, so mortifying, the damage has magnified
In the selfish act of summoning Death to the doorstep
Such selfless selfish act, does it deserve any respect
The heart may forgive
But Death itself has turned into a gory thief.
Death ... Is it the true salvation?
Or just the doorway to damnation?
Death ... Is it the only option?
Is it right for one to end creation?
Friday, April 23, 2010
Especially, when life ain't smooth sailing, and has lots of twists and detours,
They made decisions, which often ended up with regrets
Always wished that they have never done it that way,
Unfortunately, nobody can turn back time and pretend nothing happen
Cos it did happen, and the one responsible for it, is oneself, and nobody.
The matter of Life & Death
It is not a joking matter, trying to mess with nature's wrath,
One is no God, nor Lucifer
One is of no authority of that matter,
The rightful time will always come
When it is always least expected,
Play with Life & Death
Often will end up with only misery of a life time,
Death does not succumb to request
It's time is as good as anyone's guess.
Speak of Life & Death, passionately
Not with vengeance, so deadly,
For the curse will not hurt others
But the one who preaches, and curses,
The agony is 10 times many fold
Thus, Life & Death is truly a statement of the fool.
Respect Life & Death, as Mother's Nature scale of equilibrium.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
So much of competition, so much of comparison, so little of transparency,
There has been an increase weight of complaints lately
As compared to last time, everyone goes on with their life peacefully,
That is the era of glorious simple day
Now is the era of complexity of my way, or no way!
One couldn't help but to hear the loads of cursing and gossiping
Can be humorous or totally annoying,
Just the passing of time, or spiteful back stabbing
The variety of choices to speak the mind out freely,
Don't blame the innocent listeners, who are been accommodating
Always look at them speakers who lashed out their thoughts stupidly,
Then instantly, go figure the truth
On the issues and the gossippers themselves!
It is sad to know that the mirror only portrays vainness
Lying under the teeth, so much of self denialness,
The reflection is a split personality
Delusional of reality, and fantasy,
So see of nothing else but the ugliness of the world
Forgetting that one of the attributes to make it whole,
Or not realizing that one is the culprit that cut a hole
Spitting on others, is symbolically making oneself part of the cess pool
Go figure, such role models
With some psychotic disorders.
Many people kept asking Questions
Everyday is an endless debate like a Q&A sessions,
Yet so selective on the received information
For falsely wanting to appease their own ego passion,
The head(s) do grow bigger
Waiting to explode in the grander manner,
Digging a grave 18 feet deeper
The ultimate truth is too much to handle,
Go figure, before it is too late
Easier to look at own's reflection in the mirror,
Nothing can go wrong
Unless the dignity is destroyed.
Go figure anyway, before too late truly
The fantasy is more deadly that it seems,
While reality is not that ugly
Although it is just more difficult to grasp it.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Everyone talks about the crossroad
All knows what it means - dilemma
This is the juncture of hesitation
All know it is time to pause, slow down
Check the mind, the heart and the soul
Before, going down the road.
There is no pressure
Just lots of hands gestures
Finally ended up with the consequences
Faces them all like an adult, responsibly.
Realize that some decisions can't be reverted
For it has altered many people's life, for better and worse
As everyone learns to accept and move on
As everyone learns to be strong, and just right the wrong.
One can be wishful thinking, and be optimistic
That one is likely to improve from mistake
Hoping to go back to the past and start all over again
Hopeful that others may forget the memories and the pain
For the future now seems bright, once seems bleak
But there are times, there is No Turning BACK, once a choice is made
Thus then now improve and be a better person
Learnt the mistakes of not been irrational
Nor been hypocritical
Let's not point fingers.
At the crossroads, everyone has been caution
Don't make choices out of desperation
Don't make a choice when unsure
For the mistakes made later, gives no pleasure
Yet regrets won't help to make it any better
There is just No Turning BACK, altogether
For once opportunity runs out
Never play Russian Roulette with luck
It bits when one is least expected
But rest assured, there are lessons to be learnt.
No Turning BACK
That is one of life's slack
One can't change the facts of the past
Gain the knowledge while they still last.
No Turning BACK
Make a decision, and feel the burnt in your hand
Least be very careful at the crossroad
If not sure what to do, or where to go
Hold on, never be emotional nor be hasty
One can never always be so lucky.
Friday, April 16, 2010
When they are brushing shoulders with lots of strangers at traffic zone
They are smart enough to know the meaning of loneliness
But not conscious to know the definition of it.
Strange how people kept complaining not been loved
Disregarding and disrespecting the love of those so close
Being so selective amongst friends and family
Including choosing whose love to accept accordingly.
Sad that people talked about moving on
But unconsciously, they are hanging on
It is a mental time bomb, waiting for a relapse
When it happened, it will all be unfortunate mishaps.
Odd it is, everyone can see the happiness in others
Wished that they are as happy as they are, but beneath ...
Nobody really knows the hardship others have endured
If one would have understood, would realize adversaries' splendour.
If one would start with oneself
Knowing oneself truly well
Of cos, that will not happen overnight
If for the passed 30 and all those years, it has been a plight.
If one would strive for life
Rather than just live a desire
Of cos, it is almost a delusion
Almost an hallucination.
If one would be open-minded
Rather than looking at other's behind
To elevate oneself with a bird's view
Then one would have complaints about life reduced.
If one can look beyond the surface
Scrap all the wonderful graces
One can see the burrs and cuts of life's journey
See how they entwined and become life's beauty.
One should question less, not seek any more answers
Git a-live and all answers will present altogether
Whether in fragments of puzzles
Whether in full frame of perfect pictures
All will eventually be revealed
Then be marvel, life's a great package and deal.
Git-A-Live first .....
Everything secondary will falls in.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Say nothing, and know exactly what is in the mind?
Won't silence be so pleasant, when nothing is needed to say
Just hold hands, kiss, hugs and be laid back?
Won't there be no more fights and arguments
When we can silently speak with the heart the sentiments?
Won't it be so easy, if we can let go of all the fear
With just a smile, and everything will be crystal clear?
Would it hurt so much to tell the truth
Or would it hurt much more to be untrue?
Won't it be lovely, if one can see love in the eyes
The sparkle, the glitter, that shimmering light like diamonds...
Won't it be so pleasant to be gently touched by the wind
With whispers of loveliness prancing in the air.....
Won't it be so noisily chirpily happy
To hear the sound of the voices ever so mesmerising....
Won't it such a relief if one can let go of everything
Speak so freely of what is abreast, instead of fretting....
Would it be pure honesty
When one could just have a simple tete-a-tete.
It is so easy to say "I Love you"
But it is so hard to say "I have got something to say to you"
Only because what one has to say is not too pleasant to the ears
But it is so important that the love one needs to know and hear
It is so easy to fall in love
But it is so hard to keep the feeling all alive and above
Only because it takes too much effort to rectify a thing said wrong
But it is only too critical that one knows to make it all strong.
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be"
........ Westlife - Flying Without Wings
Looking for someone to share their dreams
To share everything in their life that is worth it
To love and be loved in return
To spend the rest of their life together, growing old and gray.
Everyone's looking and complaining
Things are never as beautiful as they seems
Especially when what they looking for, they can't find
But instead get hurted and burnt
Then prayed, why their prayers aren't been answered anyway.
Everyone's looking and wanting
That very thing that makes them so complete
Thinking that the happiness is finding someone/something
But haven't one look within oneself and ask ....
What really makes them happy, is it from others?
Everyone's looking externally
Hardly looked within
It isn't what one think, but how one think
For without anyone/ someone, life continues and will last
Why wait for others, when it is actually within oneself.
Everyone's looking all around
Searching with their eyes
Thinking with their heart
Plague by desires
While the simplest happiness is right under one's nose.
Everyone's looking for someone to come about
So nearby, yet can't be forsaken and denied
Can walk away, and be departed
Give the cold shoulders and put out the fire
So far fetched, when it is really so close.
Everyone's looking ... just like the song says
Looking out for the same dreams, and same signs
It becomes part of life's traditions...
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Not act compulsive
Then it will be all right.
Think twice, only when doubt strikes
There is a dilemma of wrong and right
A matter of life and death is no laughing matter
Much consideration has to be looked into
Otherwise, will end up having regrets.
Think thrice .......
It is not been hasty, nor thinking through
It is about been in a state of confusion
Seeking the perfect and ideal answer
Which is never available
But if ever this happen
Walk away, nothing good is going to come out of it.
Monday, April 5, 2010
There is so much to enjoy in life, otherwise, there is no worth living
Virtues are many, but those accepted are very few actually
The norms are the abnormalities, that cause one to be alienated silently.
In the heart, there is emptiness that is just filled with everything
The satisfaction is the joy that one can gives in the name of belief
Giving everything is self sacrificial and noble
But not the best, for it is nothing but empty false hope.
No amount of words are greater, than any actions acted upon
No actions are enough, if not stronger than words been uttered
There is no evidence, no credentials, not even in giving everything
Because the best is not in everything, but in small little things unseen.
There is far more greater things not said, than spoken
There are better values, so precious, though not seen nor witnesses
Will one ever has the chance to see the real soul, the real person within
Very often YES, but also very often ignored, as it vanished into open air.
Giving everything is not given the best
Giving everything is not to expect, but to give respect
To gain nothing is only the oblivious
For what is gained, is only crystalized obvious.
Hands are offered, shoulders lend
Vows given, on knees bend
Rings slipped through the fingers
Pledgs to stay together
Giving everything is merely a respectful gesture
For the destiny is watching, while moulding the future.
Take what is given, but given is in respect
Not that it is expected, but for it is one who less expect
Give what is not asked, for it is so willing
But willing is not for the sake of love, but merely giving freely
For not everything is the value that can be measured and observed
For something is so miniscure, it seems obscured, but has a zillion worth
Will one ever be so attentive to know and sense it
Or one is so clouded by a self need and dignity, it will be amiss.
Don't look upon the faces of the value
Nor upon the values of virtues
If all is merely to be taken for granted
Merely forsaken, and disregarded.
Rambling thoughts, may not have a causation
For reality is one should be able to see
Act accordingly, before it is too late to do anything.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Bad things happen and make one so depressing
Then the bad moon falls out the sky, and suddenly, one realized
Something just happened
One slaps the wrist and bummer on the head
Damn, why didn't one even noticed the blessings.
It is ironic when one is happy, nothing ever seems bad
But when unhappy, everything good can be ever so unpleasant
Then the good tidings run off shore and left is debris of happiness
Which are just remains of nothing but sore memories
Of mistakes, of consequences
Damn, why didn't one even make the best of everything.
Good things always happen
Even when one is crying, remember those who lend their shoulders
Even when one is in agony, remember those who offered their hands
When one is in dire poverty, remember those simple foods on the table
Then all clouds of doubts and hardships roll away
They will do go away, in just a matter of time.
Good things always come to those who have the patience
To those who are open to different perspectives
To those who has the courage to turn the table around
To those who knows that nothing comes easy without a fight
To those who do not fret in the eye of danger and hardship.
Good things always Happen ........
But the choice is a matter of perspective
Perspective is a free will
Free will is a free choice.
Bad things are just waiting to happen
When one has the guard down
But good things always have a way of winning
The only strategy is a smile, a hope, a want to succeed
All is within the heart, the soul, the mind
Good things are just hidden in the haystack of bad things
Like treasures .. throngs of treasures to be discovered.
Friday, April 2, 2010
One minute one is fine, the next not
One minute one likes, then one loves
A moment one is infactuated, then gone
That just made one kind of confused.
On the contrary - just the contradiction
One knows exactly what one wants
Know what is desirable
It is just the situation presents itself differently
Tempting, alluring, so much of choices
Almost feels like a big dilemma.
Many said it is the battle of the heart and the mind
The emotion versus the logic
Who will ever win?
Aint it just ONE PERSON
Whether using the brain or using the heart
Just what is the consequences
Is the brain witty enough to overcome it
Or the heart strong.
On the contrary - just the contradiction
One just want everything in the checklist
And the gifts that are presented are just not it
Choosy Choosy Freaky Picky!
Ended up with nobody and nothing
Whether follow the heart or the mind
Ended up with heart ache and headache
Why be so hard upon oneself?
Is there no love and mercy for oneself so truly deserving
Listen to your heart, heeds the advice of the mind
There is no contradiction, on the contrary
They are working so well together
But the captain of the entire system is just one very confused person!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Think excessively and endlessly
It is only a myth, when one has no control over the mind
For it is the mind, is the mother of all complexity
The myth is busted when one learns to control the thoughts
To restart, to sleep, and to shut down
For is possible.
Are actually misinterpreted
Been thought that their mind is complex, but really not
On the contrary, their thoughts are so vast
They cleverly covered all aspects, with different perspective
The intention is not to complicate the situation
Only trying to be prepared for the unexpected
For is possible.
This is the simple mind of thinkers
Guiding through mazes of life
With every life rope that is available
Which can be improvised
Manipulated in self defense.
Thus, rest peacefully tonight
Need not be restless for tomorrow's plight
All shall be all right
For if there is battle, fight
There will be survival, one need not die
Just know the consequences, and no need ask why.
The simple mind of thinkers
Can be as simple as ignorance
Life just goes on.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Remember the time
that has ticked past
which made memory
which is been remembered
Remember the time
which didn't stay to last
it has many stories
which is locked up in the mind
Remember the time
which won't come back
nothing will be the same
as it used to be
Remember the time
when your thoughts seem to slack
the fire of passion not a-flame
don't let it go unnoticed
Remember the time
became a present
prepared for tomorrow
a walk into the future.
Remember the time
just a memory away
make it strong in existence
a memory borrowed
to paint a picture.
Remember the time
is to appreciate....
Remember the time
once and now so great....
Remember the time
then and now, still a feat accomplished.
love someone so dearly, u lost yourself in it
love someone, till it hurts and kills u softly eventually.
Have U ever ....
give so much, and never needed anything in return
give so much that at the end, u just crash and burn.
Have U ever ....
told yourself that there is never gonna be another one
told yourself that, and then someone right comes along.
Have U ever ....
tried so hard to mend your broken heart, never to let it happen again
tried so hard, but just in a split second, there is again pain.
Have U ever ....
love unconditionally, only to realize it is not
love unconditionally, then someone tells u it is crap.
Have U ever ....
been so protective with yourself, realize there is no more romance
been so careful about love, and missed out on the chances.
Have U ever ....
played by the rule, but u are taken for granted
not played by the rule, yet been disregarded.
Have U ever ....
wondered what is this life all about without the love u yearned for
pondered about the whole journey, and wondered what more.
Have U ever ....
have so much thoughts in the mind, that are so rational
caught in a dilemma, leaving u emotional.
Have U ever ....
just wished that cupid will shoot the arrow bull eyes
just prayed that heaven answers your prayers this once.
Have U ever ....
just do whatever, cause u r grown enough to know
just stop been bothered by consequences, just DO IT, GO!
Have U ever ....
thought of stopping all these thoughts, and just live life
stop thinking, and start to be alive.
Stop the thinking, no need to stir the melting pot
Life will never wait, and time will never stop
If now is not the time, when will it ever be
If it is not now, will U ever be.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Being ambitious, and have everything they want
To be the best, on top of everyone else
Fame and fortune, the luxury to dwell
A name that everyone knows
The face which everyone looks for everywhere they go
The popular one
The # 1.
In comparison, it is always the better if not the best
In doing the utmost, the best it gets
Strive for perfection
No room to make a mistake and be human
Must stand out in the crowd
The popular one everyone loves to hang out.
The quest to strive to be # 1
To chase after the things and dreams, never seem to be done
The never ending quest
Till the soul is tired, and energy drenched
Then it is too late to enjoy the fruit of labour
Cos one is so old, so dead, just waiting to be buried under
When it seems that all the time, the things that matter
To be # 1, is just a matter of number.
Let everyone else who want to be # 1
Do whatever and do however they want
A handful who has the capability, won't do so
Don't want to get into the competitive world
Wealth is nothing, in comparison to health and joy
A worry-less world, and so much of simplicity to enjoy.
Don't compare, the past is gone, and the future ushers
There is always going to be someone and something better
But is looking for perfection, guarantees happiness?
Does having the finest ensures satisfaction?
Or merely appreciating what is given, and who is by the side
Cherishing the given opportunity, and gathering smiles
That valuable memories
Supercedes the ambitious # 1.
Monday, March 22, 2010
That through death do they part
Through thick and thin
Through health and sickness
Through rich and poor ....
Even young couples officially going steady
Not only is it sexual consenting
It is somehow walking on the beginning path of matrimony
Despite the honeymoon period is almost over
The intensity will kicks in
A serious relationship is about to start.
The fall out of relationship is often blamed on passion fizzle
The same old sizzle has already been put off slowly
But reckon the truth is it is just too hard to adapt to commitment
Relationship and dating is just 2 different part of the continents
Just like heaven and hell, just not the same
A rough patch, a tedious journey, a bumpy road ahead
Couple just got scare and bail out half way
How sad, but how true is the fact.
It just to be a ring to bound all commitments
A paper evidence, framed as evidence
But nothing is ever so solid, as a strong foundation
That is not rocked by adversaries and obstacles
But held on strong with persistence and persevere
Forget about the ring, lose the paper chase
Just concentrate on building inner strength and patience
For that is truly what is needed in the pledge of holy matrimony.
The pledge of the 21st century holy matrimony ......
"Through the down of internet line
Through the loops of all communications
Through the concrete jungle of modern civilization
Through the thinning of the ozone layers
Through the expiration of health insurance
Through all illness and sickness
Through the ends of credit cards
Through to the final cents of bank savings
Holding onto the most precious memories engraved through time
Living onto the precious love, given so divine
I pledge to stay by your side"
Friday, March 19, 2010
For the better or for the worse
But often in the limbo
Nobody can be sure of the consequences
Not even oneself, cos of dilemmas and confusion.
Changes come about, sometimes with pressure
Like a bubble waiting to burst
Like a dormant volcano
Just a matter of time, before been moulded
But often caused so much of commotion.
Changes are good, if they come with pleasure
To heighten the passion, and build the love
Heart-in-heart, and hand-in-hand, they will go
Together on the road to the unknown
Nothing else matters but love in motion.
Changes can be perfect
If changes are for the better to come
Changes that are self reflection
Of the need to improve
Not forced, or induced externally
For then the changes are never permanent.
Changes are as perfect as they can get
And most all changes are welcome
Only at last to see the intention
And to see the results they invoke
Changes are not intentionally
But come as life's improvement.
Change not to impress
Change not to notify the world
Change cause it is only perfect
If it comes from the heart, and it is for oneself good will.
Changes are to accept
Changes are on the whole
Changes are towards perfect
But it can also get worse, and often sometimes they will.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
When did we stop communicating?
How could we not say nice things?
If only we could have reach other's mind
We would not be given voice and lips
Silence would be a wonderful sound
But it is not, for it is empty.
If there is a time when we could speak out loud
Then a time, to hold our thoughts abreast
Would not it sound like we are in theraphy
Except that we aren't talking much anyway.
So much to say, and we don't know when to say
So much to talk about, but often we just push it away
Our coffee table talk, is about everything else but us
Our tete-a-tete, is casual, and nothing serious.
Are we really talking?
Are we really expressing our heart felt?
Perhaps one day, we will find out
But maybe then, we might discover the truth just too late
And just perhaps, there is nothing else to talk about.
Full of intensity ... paced and curious,
But not always it will die off quick and swift
But there will eventually be more battle of wits,
Thought leaving so little time to enjoy the process
Eventually, feelings digress.
Some fear if falling in love is fast
Fear it goes as fast as it comes, and won't last,
They take it slow and steady
But then turn stale and mouldy,
Thought there is enough time in the world
But then someone else come and take control.
What is the best thing to do?
Which is the best route to go?
Is there rules and regulations to follow?
Are examples good enough to control?
Will one just follow the heart, and make mistakes?
Stumble and fall, and in apologies partake?
Will everyone meet half way, and compromise?
But is there really a compromise, to begin with?
Can distance makes the heart fonder?
Or closeness just makes it all duller?
Can word itself serves the assurance?
Or love itself so strong and resilient?
Control your urges
Keep from emotional plunges,
Control your feelings
Keep everything under the lid.
Back to your own world,
Nobody knows for sure what is going to happen
If one lose control, or if control is tighten,
Reckon leaves it to destiny
If it is all meant to be,
But if one can't control own fate
What is the point of been in love actually,
Diplomacy or tom foolery
Love crazy or plain messy,
Back to control issues
Oh Gosh .... LOVE HOCUS POCUS!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Why would they want to be separated and divorce
Is it really cos love ran out of them
Or merely, changes that occurs, they couldn't accept;
Once so loving like a pair of love bird
Now it is just a past tense - was
Gone are the love they felt then
Now it is just a matter of fact, can't accept the imperfect.
While everyone knows changes are inevitable
Growing with time, seasons by hardships
Changes for the better, improving the worse
Although it is hard to predict, it will still come about;
Love used to be so comfortable
Now become strings of sufferings
Imperfection seems like a curse
Time to pack the bags and leave town.
Why not stay around, and grow together
For worse and for better, that is the pledge
Can imperfection be a nightmare, ever so dreadful
Or even happiness-threatening, and bliss is gone forever;
Memories are so unforgettable
Love should not be forsaken, but cherished, and salvaged
It can always be as beautiful
For changes aren't imperfection, but a journey for the better.
Nobody can ever stay the same always
The youth is gone, but the heart remains
The puppy love has grown matured
But still holding onto the hands that will go forth to the future;
Day gone and night come, night gone and come day
Changes, unpredictable that sometimes can be insane
But changes are just life's kind gestures
That we are going with the flow of nature.
Changes aren't imperfection
To use it as an excuse is just lame
Changes aren't sign of weakness
To be forsaken is wrong;
Changes are just shifting emotions
No change with the time, and rules of the game
To adapt and see more of life's greatness
But with the right one, changes are so rightfully belong.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
As well unpredictable
But feelings do come and go
Just want each of us want to do.
Each tell of different tales
Each carries messages so vast
Each stories can be so twisted or plain
But take time to acknowledge, rather than fret
To confront, rather than hide and pretend
To tell, to confess, to apologize, but rather keep quiet.
Feelings can manifest
They can grow, or they might just die
Feelings come in handy
They relate emotions, and express thoughts
Or they can be invisible and carry off into the air.
What would you do with your feelings?
Thursday, March 11, 2010
From simple gesture of a smile
To grandeur gifts of luxury
As long as it is all from the heart
Every gesture and every gift is precious
Appreciated and valued at priceless.
The time of love is infinity
Not limited to special occassions
Every moment that is given is an opportunity
To express gratitude and love
That those around remembers
They are always in the thoughts
They remain the heart
They are been loved, timelessly and endlessly.
There are 101 ways to say I love you
There are over 6800 known languages
And there are only 365 days in a year
The expression of love is unlimited
Is there any room to fall out of love
Only more room to improve
Love adds on to the zest of life.
How could one ever stop loving the one whom one fall in love with?
How could one fall out of love, when once it is so overwhelmed?
Why would one walk out of love, when one walked right into it with pride?
Why not say "I love you" .. "I miss you" when given the seconds to do so?
Why have to wait, when there is never a right time?
A kiss a day keeps the doctor away
A hug a day keeps the passion at bay
A lovely note a day keeps the love alive.
So I WILL start by saying "I LOVE YOU, SWEETS"
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
We give our heart, soul, mind, body and all the rest
No matter how much we get back at the end
We just give and sacrifice, as long as we can
Then ..... things just fizzle out
We are just bogged down
Tears and heart aches
What is left is scars of our mistakes.
The next time comes around again
We swore we are not gonna love with so little to gain
But we would be loved endlessly
At the end, we do get what we want, at approximate
Cos we love so anxiously, we can't help it
But this time around, love does come back to us
There is bound to be a time, when love breaks the curse.
This time, love is going to be so different
All that we have gave, will get back in many folds return
Cos we dare to love, and be loved
Despite all the pain that we have been hurled through
This time, we will be recognized and appreciated
And will be love back, with so much to receive
Cos it is the right time, although seems risky still
It is also the right person, for the others are so willed.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Got the mind thinking, and the soul shivering in aches;
One would have to remain humble, swallow the pride and test patience
In the calmness of the moment, one would be best to clam up in silence;
There is not going to be a moment so intense, one would let it come in between
One would back down, and let the adversary be swept away by the wind;
Not to dwell on it so immensely, it is never worth it
let it be a constant reminder, a slap on the wrists.
The sweetness is never done and over
But there is time adversary to come and hover;
Also there will always be time of bitter sweetness
These are the puzzling pieces of what life is giving to us;
Not to fret, and not to break everything apart
But there is always much to learn by heart;
These are the reminders
Strange blessings can make us stronger and better.
At any time, when things are not going well
Then emotions flare up, it trigger a bell;
We must be so prone to let it overcome us
We go on an emotional bursts;
We would surely not let it get out of hands
Because we can understand;
This is one of the many reminders ....
Distance makes the heart fonder;
Internet bridges the gap closer
The differences that make us all different;
Fate brought us together
Adversaries will test us one way or another;
For this is the path that we have chosen
Come what may, we will brave through it together.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
We do all the best to make it through, did "WE"?!
Or it was only I who tried so effortlessly
While another just linger behind without a single thought in mind;
When things go wrong and make us all sad
We tried so hard, did we?!
Still I end up been blamed and been made guilty
While it seems okay, another just slacked and linger behind.
There was once happiness
Now there is nothing left
We did try to find us back, did "WE"?!
So many times, it just not right anymore;
Sadness now clouds every presence
Eyes are blind, heart is stoned and ears are deaf
The non existence of "WE"
There is nothing else to do, love walked out the door.
We have came to the end of the road
Sad as it is, it has been called about
I thought I give it one more try, but you thought otherwise
Could it be called an effort, only one of "WE" is interested;
Time to learn to let go
Don't want to feel the hurt that comes around
Tried as I may, but it just not right
Cause "WE" will never ever exists.
When it all come to an end
It became the moment, you give your best shot
But it was not really the best, it was the worst
Every thought which seems so right is just wrong;
What would be the intend
All that was of "WE" in all of your thoughts
In the perfect illusion of the past, the "WEre"
Cos in the past, is where everything of "WE" will always belong.
Once I tried, then twice and thrice
All the time that I have struggled
Thought you will realized but obviously, it has been lies after lies
It hurts then, and now it will hurt just a little bit more;
Once there was a "WE", now nothing will ever rhyme
One could try hard, harder and the hardest, will not matter
What lies ahead is a brand new life
A future which will have more in store.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
So we are prone to making mistakes
But it shouldn't be taken for granted
That to err is human
That we do not have reflections;
There are bound to be regrets, but don't fret
Least to know something precious is at stake
Yet something is lost, we couldn't get it back
Even if to make amends
Something is already lost to the oblivion.
Our life is a series of mistakes
To grow, to learn, to appreciate, to accept
Sometimes we have a chance to rectify
Sometimes not so lucky
Perhaps then we should be so consciously aware
Of our actions, especially if they cause pain to others;
Our life has many events that we must partake
We could never run away from that facts
Despite the tears that we cry
The pain that we can feel
No matter now how much we want to care
Something is just gone forever.
Hope one day, we truly learnt from our mistakes
Stop putting a finger on another
Acknowledge that 4 other fingers point to ourselves
Can we remain so ignorant
Can we be so selfish to the pain that we have
Never realize that the pain we have inflicted on others;
Hope one day, from our mistakes, we grow for our own sake
That we don't make the same mistakes ever
To be a better person, and for others as well
Surely one day, the sun will shine upon us again
What we lost, will come back to us
That we will find another perfection in another, truer.
With a bagful of mistakes over our shoulder
We walk the path ahead
Not looking back to correct the past
But to improve our own future
To be a better person;
Someone awaits just round the corner
Start the journey, not fret
This time, it might just be so right, it will last
This time, it will be so beautiful, a painted picture
For all the mistakes we made, this is the one reason.