Journey

The journey begins with a decision
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.

Da TRUTH

~DA TRUTH~

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.

Thorns & Roses

All dream of the easiest and the most luxurious life while alive

Of cocktail, mock tail, glitters of diamonds, giggles and laugh

Kicking back, relaxing under the sun, breeze gently blowing

In the open sea, under the clear blue sky

No a worry in the mind, not a burden upon the shoulder

Life is a bed of roses, a cushion of feathers.

All dreams will come to an end surely one day

For nobody is given the perfect promise of all glory

For virtues are to be groomed if not found from within

But often wealth and glamour are never lasting

All that last is a journey that continues endlessly

For life is a journey of many twists and turns, and detours.

Thorns and Roses

The silver lining at the horizon

The rainbow after the storm

The virtues of all experiences

The sweetness from the sweat of all toils

The happiness that stems from the sorrow

The laughters that spurs from the tears.

No obstacles are ever too great to overcome

No hurdle tall enough to hinder the leap

With a huff and a puff, with a pinch of determination

In a single bound, in a single leap

Will be the 1st step to appreciation

Be thankful for adversaries for the better things to come

The beautiful things yonder the pastures will be laid under the feet

The victory of all battle will come rolling into the turf.

Patient ....

Endurance ....

Ignorance ....

Bliss.

Regrets

Regrets ........
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.

Regrets ........
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.

Death (RIP)

Finally death beckoned
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
Such betrayal
Forgiveness only granted from the higher ground
Yet R.I.P
Do as one may please
Such disgrace
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
And disregarded.

Death (RIP)
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?

Life & Death Pt II

Life so precious, so beautiful yet taken for granted its grandeur
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.

Go Figure (I pray)

It is hard not to be judgement and prejudice, living in today's society
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.

Go figure!