Words to your soul,

Words point at the Truth
Just as you can point
With your finger to the moon
But just as your finger 
IS not the moon
Words are not the Truth
And just as we can see the moon
Without your finger
It is possible to see the Truth
Without your words
It's good to be guided by the words
To find the Truth
But without silence,
Without reflection,
Without connection to your soul
Any word will be in vain.
The words are there for us, 
Let me see them through you
Let us see them with our souls.

When your heart seems hopelessly broken

Deceived, a heart full of hurt
Bitter and hard, Hatred burning
A flood of tears
Will the tide ever be turning?
Even though your heart, he has been destroying
Life seems so nice to him, he is still enjoying.
You are alone, all alone with a heart full of hurt
You shout it out loud, but remain unheard.
Through all the hatred you find in your heart
the suffering and pain becomes worse
You want peace, but where do you start,
All you are is bitter, hateful. You curse
When we pray for help and support from above
For the one who had lost all love,
the idea of forgiving seems to grow stronger.
We do not want to hate for much longer
Once we can forgive in our heart
grief starts to fall apart.
Tears may come back on and off
But we become able to live, love and laugh
When we decide that we want to keep hatred so strong
We will continue to hurt and be bitter all along.

Dream

With blood and sweat I will wield
the fruits of joy I will yield
I will work till I reach my goal
then I will live as a joyous soul.
With the phoenix song and flowers for all
I will wait to light a fire by fall
and gain the things not displayed at a stall
with a life so simple, I will walk tall
Maybe it's not the perfect dream at all,
but in forty there is nothing more

Freedom, is ... is never

FREEDOM IS:

F-ighting for a just and noble cause
R-especting others rights and dignity
E-xchanging of views without fear
E-mpowring others to be free from tyrany.
D-oing morally rightful and lawful things
O-ffering others opportunity to live descent life
M-utual sharing as brothers and sisters.

for FREEDOM IS NEVER

F-ighting to deprive others rights
R-aping the right and dignity of anyone
E-xploiting the ignorance and weakness of others
E-xperimenting others life for an immoral cause
D-irect assault of one's private life in disguise of freedom
O-utliving others with the power of guns and goons
M-utual sharing at the expense of the weak and many.

 

Just like yesterday

Give a peace of mind
Before time is blind
Never let it die
Though times are low and high
You have said so much
Something's out of touch
Spinning and imagine
Every thought's abjection
Countries coming down
In every small town
Living isn’t so easy
With it's sky so breezy
And our peace so lonely
Working for us only
Just few footsteps away
Each our envisioning plays
Countries coming down
In every small town
Right and wrong so queasy
Slogans coming cheesy
Give a peace of mind
Before time is blind
Find now your truest call
Take a stand or just fall
Right or wrong most is
And some points it'll miss
But trust your inner notion
It has its potential implosion
Those words are just carried on
With them nothing's ever done
Today is just like yesterday
Caring its pointless weigh

heart to heart

I've found sorrow and I've found joy 
Both are as fresh as the water I drink 
One was of taste the other a decoy 
Which one is either you must now think 
I've had pleasures I've had trouble 
None did I seek though both did I gain 
Value they gave and each they redouble 
Some felt like sun the other pouring rain 
Both are of life in fullest of content 
Bringing yearnings and all shorts of needs 
Contrasting ways some making relent 
Others with joy and heart to heart greets 

the journey

I’m on a journey from within
like a shooting star in between,
could not make no catch though it had all began,
on my way towards a place so clean
sick and tired of the conditions ‘am living in,
swindling my mind
to find
the essence of the blind
side of the story; one of a kind.
in its remoteness but closeness
i could feel it within the heart beat of my wilderness
fulfilling the emptiness
and the loneliness,
animatedly gripping my attention towards
and nearer…
i could now feel the tiredness
through my veins
from the membrane under my skin
furrowing through my sensory nerves to the brain
as if i was electrified, journeying to some sort, so plain
gulling proudly in me, couldn’t feel no pain
for i am to blame
for the fame
of my main aim
to claim the chain
abruptly, back to my mind to think of the same blame
that i’ve been so possessed with.
the osmosis of such thoughts nearly battered me off
but somebody from within me,
whispered through my ear flap not to back off
but to strive for a better me….
like a movie script,
all that trailed were so conversant of the other
that i now see thyself as a true reflection of the shadow
that follows me,
whenever there is radiation from somewhere
and disappears in the dark like a night hawk
but that shadow is really me, and ‘am the shadow,
on the journey though the road too narrow
over reels and gullies,
and over hills and valleys
to see tomorrow
for i’m hopeful to reach there,
and survive through the bow and arrow.
but still, i got to free
my psyche from the mental dungeon
pleading with the i not to be a chained spirit,
hence i must be on a journey from within
like a shooting star in between
striving for a better me to pop-in
and those that been on a thinking spree
like me.
the journey,
continues, though i did not pocket any penny
and won’t be like many
of those that give up on a journey.
in its remoteness but closeness
i could feel its footsteps as if it were in the wilderness,
straight from my toe
to the foe
to explore
my mental galore
this, i call the journey from the core
to the deep end of the sore,
in my mental stream line
towards the baseline
of the rain-bowed sky line
and could now move towards the horizon
despite the radiating rays of the orion
to reach the finishing line of the truncheon
and the journey seemed endless but carry on
as reflected by the journey
on the journey! 

Melodrama

poverty drives him away
as she stays in the faraway village
her hands cold her heart so empty
he works so hard in the city
the promises of love makes him endure
the pain and sorrow
she waits for those long years
she keeps herself pure all for him
he comes back bringing his fortune
now wanting to ask her hand in marriage
her parents force her to marry
the son of the rich merchant in the city
disappointed she kills herself
she is found hanging on the ceiling of the mansion
he leaves the place wanting to forget
he writes love poems that end in tragedy
always in his dreams she is with him
the following morning he meets his happy death 

Tomorrow ... Back Home

Even when you think you don’t belong
That you haven’t related in so long
Your life is the most important thing
Whether you are an orphan or a king
They love you more than you know
You will see it through the affection they show
Some people still think that they are alone
That it isn’t affection that they have been shown
You will always find the person who loves you
And you will also find that you love them too
So even if you run away from you house
Looking like a small frightened mouse
In your heart you will know if it was right or wrong
Or whether it was home in that house you’ve stayed so long
Because your house isn’t necessarily your home
It may be a while that you stay alone
However whether or not you have a phone
You will always find your way back home 

Do you still remember

I have come to know this day
That was lost into the new
With its trees in summer's play
And the love I had for you
There was something in its feel
Holding still on to our dream
Like fairytales quite unreal
In its own unrealistic ream
Where we both once there
With a dream that felt so true
When there was sun everywhere
And no occasion to be blue
There’s something in my heart
Still wondering about those days
Where we had our role and part
With all our thoughts and says
Tell me do you still remember
How truly we both then meant
In long time gone September
Before leaves to yellow went 

Tears to Tears

Tears to tears draw the line
Love is never forgotten
Years to years in its sunshine
Leaves of life rotten
Dream kingdoms never come
Only the heart reappears
Where it was and where its plum
Sometime sometimes not clears
Through time's dark
Each mood and affection
Golden visions not to spark
Into the heart's connection
Hours onward to end die
Affliction of dark to see
There once were tears to cry
From under its love plea
What shall last a little while? 
Into roads going through
Hours futile is like the mile
Only walked when needn't to
Tears to tears my roots have dried
Reappearing grayish dim
Into its much heartbreak tide
Hostage in a mime whimsy whim

Great Mother

She's a beautiful woman, not a soul could replace.
She's as sweet as an apple, and wears a kind face.
A stranger you're not, if you bump into her; she'll listen intently, and lively concern.
She's there when you need her, with no hesitation.
She'll share in your sorrow or peak your elation.
She's had some hard times and sometimes she still does;
yet her strength and her faith, makes them days that once was.
Whenever she suffers; I most likely do too, for her heart is too golden not to shine through.
The gifts she has given most precious to me even; i'm not the one was give in
That's why Mom; you raised such a great girl and you are the apple, of my admiring eye.

DO i found you..!!

I found you among the stars, while looking for Jupiter and Mars.
Your sweet scent drifted slowly by, while your picture graced by eye.
I found you across the sea, with open arms just for me.
The night sun set the earth on fire, while my mind filled with desert desire.
I found you in the early morning rain, when your teardrops fell again and again.
Silhouettes danced on the old tin roofs top, while I listened for every little drop.
I found your warmth in my bed, cradling me, touching me, loving me, holding me
oh so tight, making love to me all through the night.
I found you when warm winds became cold, when my body changed from young to old.
You have become my early morning light, my dreams are filled with only you in sight.
When the enemies come and drag me to my feet, It is only you that I will see, only you that I will meet.
When I stand before the firing squad, before the guns fire, the barrels will become your arms sending me hire and hire.
My captors have taken away my life, my dignity.
Thoughts of you, they will never take from me.
When my life ends and darkness falls, when my spirit moves through these cement walls,
I’ll wait for you my darling, I’ll wait for your call.
Darling so my life as a soldier will not end in vain, I want you to know my darling,
I would protect you again.

賢妺

大地正飢餓　戰火風中散播
大戰不斷　人民流淚變江河
過去已錯過　記憶中多戰禍
炮聲一過血成河
奔向幸福　奔向和平　讓我掌舵
絕望變希望　歌聲風中遠播
沒法想像　為何人類這麼傻
錯過再要錯　永不中止戰禍
清風不禁嘆奈何
火已盡熄　風要唱頌和平之歌
大地願望變歌　心中的希冀沒法阻
處處也有共鳴一起唱和
力量是在心莫再將心反鎖
同期待和平　聲調諧和
風正在唱高唱和平這首歌
要世上重見真情
山正和應一片和平愉快聲
透發著人性的摯誠　心相應
大地已安靜　彼此真心照應
熱愛生命　全球人類見溫情
以愛引發愛　愛心比火更盛
晚間一過見黎明
風正在吹 起勁奏著 和平之聲
願望是用這歌　將心中的愛喚醒
叫那冷卻熱情　今天更盛
以這最暖的歌　化開心中的冰
以至真的心 歌頌和平

Sadness .. Where did you go ? D.S_008

oh where did you go? 
miss I miss you so
things just arent the same
when your unnear me
my face doesnt blush
my heart doesnt flutter
gone are you now
and there wont be another
who ever compares
no other woman
can command my quick stares
quite the way you did
and when your unnear
it makes my eyes tear
the fact that your gone
is so much to bear
your memory dont hold
a single thought of me
i feel so very little
constantly wishing
to be in your graces
a thousand smiling faces
I would flash at you
and quickly subdue
my need to be near
but your no longer there
a person so strong
a face full with beauty
and when you draw close
things move slow, like a movie
moving in motion
emotion so slow
why did fate take you? 
oh where did you go? 
where did you go? 
do you think of me? 
everythings pointless
if your not near me
nothing to calm me
make it seem okay
why did you go love? 
and take my heart away 

I .. D.S_007

Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown
Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try
Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify 

Happiness .. D.S_006

Happiness is being home again,
Happiness is walking in the rain.
Happiness is waking with no pain.
Happiness to see my humble home,
Happiness at not being alone,
Happiness to sit, and not to roam.
Happiness is family to me,
Happiness in the faces, I longed to see,
Happiness is once more being free.
Happiness is exist with or without me,
Now ..I should also set her free.

God are great.. D.S_005

Too much of a good thing may be bad
As the old cliche' goes
So always do things in moderation
The blessings of God are great
As anyone can clearly see
And when done in moderation
We all can live quite free
That's the common sense he gave us
Each and every one's
So practice it in our own ways
And His blessings will fill our days
Now that does not mean to take
The middle of the road each time
That just means to do what's right
And give glory to His name
For one will get smashed standing 
In the middle of the road
If one fails on which side to stand
At the very least when the Word is told

What hope means!! ... D.S_004

Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at the bay
Hope is gentle cold breeze on a hot summer day
Hope is to remain positive when going gets tough
hope is seeking more when others think you had enough
Hope is dreaming of tommorow
Hope is simmering under sorrow
Hope is sparkles when tears in our eyes
Hope is a beautiful thing and beutiful things never dies
Hope is as light as a feather
Hope keeps all of us together
Hope is ubiquitous and free of cost
hope is the last thing ever lost.

Desertedness.. D.S_003

Unrecognizable are the days, 
Neither does the sunrise, 
Cast any spell, 
Nor does the yonder descending star, 
Sketch any image.
From the sky-kissing, 
Rocky peaks of mountains, 
To the soft soil of the earth, 
Reigns, governs some icy-season, 
The wing-folded birds are sitting, 
Unprotected, exposed in the boughs.
And I in the patio of my home, 
Though much indulged, yet sit
Deserted, desolate in mood.
Unrecognizable are the days, 
Neither does the sunrise, 
Cast any spell, 
Nor does the yonder descending star, 
Sketch any image