Love to know.

Time flies by so quickly 
almost in a blink of an eye 
and years vanish almost completely. 
It does not seem forty-three years ago 
I put pen to paper and wrote 
what has turned out to be my best poem ever. 
The one that has attracted more attention 
than any other I have written. 
Its accolades still confound me 
as I am in wonder of them all. 
Especially as it was never written 
as a poem at all, but a lyric for a song. 
As a lyric, it was turned down 
as being rather immature, 
but as a poem, it is loved by everyone. 
I find it hard to believe that forty-four people 
have added it to their favourites list. 
I am still rather in awe of its reception. 
I am still trying to comprehend 
that any one of my works would be so highly prized. 
Every time I read it, I try to find 
the essence everyone else sees. 
The beauty within it that captures their imagination. 
One day someone might explain to me 
the beauty I actually captured, 
at least I hope they will, 
as I’d dearly love to know.

Wings of the wind.

When life get disenchanted 
then love will fly in 
on the wings of the wind. 
Our hearts will then soar 
to the heavens above, 
we’ll dance with the stars 
and play with the moon.
We’ll find that heaven 
is just a mere touch away 
when love flies in 
on the wings of the wind. 
Our troubles will just vanish 
to be carried away 
on the wings of the wind.

Sounds of reality

You want to sit in silence 
just to gather your thoughts, 
however you know that something 
will shatter that shell apart. 
The silence that you crave 
will vanish in sounds of reality.

Don't call a tree a tree

Don't call a tree a tree
The world is full
Of grace and silent laughter
Constellations
Of dusty flowers arise
From air so thin
So icy-blue
Through all the heat and sweat
Of noisy day
The petals are the wings
For us to fly away
Some time
One day
They cringe and shrink and fall
To dust
To rust
The wings are weak
Are weak enough for us
Don't call a tree a tree 

Don’t Be Angry

Don’t be angry at me
if I say something wrong.
Don’t be angry at me,
everyone makes mistakes
some of them we can never repair.
Don’t be angry at me
if I say something wrong.
Don’t be angry at me
when I say we can’t go on
hurting each other the way that we do.
We thought our love
would last forever and ever.
That we would be together
all those days and into the sunset,
we would walk together.
However, there comes a time
when we have to realise
that staying together
is hurting our lives
and others as well.
Don’t be angry at me
if I say something wrong.
Don’t be angry at me
for soon I have to go
and that’s where I belong - gone.

Dark Side Of The Moon

Every night we dream of things 
half of them we never remember, 
but our dreams are only things 
our brain is sorting out 
what it wants to remember. 
The rest are left to visit 
the dark side of the moon.
When love comes to us 
with all its frills and froth, 
then departs with broken hearts. 
We always like to remember 
the thrill of its coming 
and the sadness of parting 
is sent to the dark side of the moon.
As with everything in our lives, 
we tend to want to forget 
we package them together 
and parcel them away. 
Then on an appropriate day we send them, 
on their way to 
the dark side of the moon.
The dark side of the moon 
where all discarded dreams go. 
The dark side of the moon 
is where old love letters stray, 
to stay forever and a day 
on the dark side of the moon.

Mind

No one knows what goes on behind 
the closed doors of the mind. 
Thoughts that sometimes inspire 
the deeds that transpires. 
Many have tried to find the key 
to unlock the secrets that are enclosed within, 
buried deep behind 
the closed doors of the mind. 
The lust and deprivation 
that sometimes conspire 
to be set free 
or the eternal love of life 
that can rise to the fore. 
Both are hidden in the crevasses 
behind the closed doors of our mind.

Ill Wind

An ill wind brings no fortune 
when it blows your way 
and if you see it coming 
close up your shudders and boards 
and hope it will pass by 
leaving you to your own accord. 
Be always ever vigilant 
for an ill wind 
that might just pass your way. 
It leaves only misfortunes and misery 
we can all do without today. 
If you see one on the horizon, 
shelter until it has gone away. 
As an ill wind brings no fortune 
whenever it blows your way. 

Flower to flower

I came across one flower
While walking in a garden
It saw me and gave a smile
I too smiled and walked
Each day in garden I smiled
One day I gazed at flower
At its plant and roots closely
I observed its dance in wind
And its dance made me sing
It made me smile all my time
Everyday I went to flower
Smiled with it and came back
My days went like seconds
Nights passed like years
Flower made me its lover
So I wrote songs on its dance
On its lovely beautiful smile 
All about its charming beauty 
And my state of dying slowly
In which I am smiling daily
One day I saw flower singing
In the garden while jogging
Song reveled its moving off
From my garden to a house
Of loved one from its past
I smiled on all my songs
While writing a new song
Its song of flower to flower
Which I gave to my flower
When departing from my lover 

An Arrow

We listen to many things 
in our willingness to learn. 
Our teachers guide us 
to the knowledge, 
the wellspring 
where we might learn. 
However, guidance isn’t wisdom 
only an arrow leading to it. 
It’s up to us to choose 
which wisdom that we seek 
and nurture it with loving care 
so like and infant it might grow.

A Silent Prayer

I sat in a graveyard
and watched people visit there.
They stood above a grave in silence

and spoke to those buried there.
They said a silent prayer
for God their soul to keep.
Laid some flowers for their loved one
and a tear did weep.
Even as the years pass
you will always see them there
with their thoughts of their loved ones
who had long passed away.
:
Only to my wife.. May my God spread his mercy upon here.

Gap

No matter what you talk
No matter what you scream
Every body become deaf

I walk far behind them
I ate what they haven't taste
I experienced what they have never thought

I would turn into dust
I would disappear in the thin air
I would become a handicap

If.....
I force myself to become Mr' Nice
I continue to become a great pretender
I don't stop myself to be involved

Then....
Let's cease the fire
and wave the white flag
because now, I really give up

Vanishing glory

Not good enough,
Not pretty enough and
Not smart enough to hold you close to me.

Thoughts of insecurity leave me speechless because every time i speak i feel questioned for my choices from unfamiliar faces.
I look down on myself as others step all over me.
My face is strong, my body is weak.
Last laughs gone with pride. Self-conscience and hopeless.
I stand here waiting for someone to show me the right path.
Like and exorcist, you used to take the negative aspects of life away but now you cause them.
So much feeling for one being but nothing in return. Helpless,
I run to the one who caused it. The irony is painful but i endure it for i love all your company.
Here we are a real family but in real life everything seems impossible to me,
Dreams came true only on our dreams, but in the real world we pay to our joy with a priceless feeling ..
Now our glory vanishing with time.

10 HUMAN SENSES

See; 
Vivid color of a blooming rose
Whale breaching in secluded bay 
A child’s first steps 
Purple heather hills in May
Hear; 
A gurgling alpine brook, 
Wind through trees of pine, 
The raspy caw of a forest rook, 
Thunder in the distance
Smell; 
Bread from mom’s oven
A new born baby's skin
Lovemaking aftermath
Ozone after lightning storm
Taste; 
Water from a mountain spring 
Local strawberries in June
25 year old scotch
French chocolate
Touch; 
A lovers skin
Newly spun spider web
Warm bath water
Spring’s new grass 
Reason; 
Ponder life’s meaning
Let fairness prevail
Seek balance
Speak truthfully
Intuition; 
Know without knowing
See without seeing 
Be without doing
Believe without doubt
Creativity; 
Create from inspiration
Express through art
Manifest from nothingness
Sing new-worlds into being
Perfection; 
Allow higher-self to guide
Acceptance through compassion
Love without expectation
Know thy self
Spirit; 
Embody “I Am”
See All as God
Live God’s Will
Know God

My Life journey

The radiant sun ascends into the blissful new morning.
Ships sail across the stark emptiness of the ocean calling.
Their individual sails.
The eagerness and gleeful excitement prevails.
As the journey of life is soon to begin.

The storehouse, the dock…
The cradle, the cot, 
Every person providing their input, the new ship special.
Preparing the departure of the safely nurtured vessel
Awaiting the release, the maiden voyage. 

The harbour intercepting
The thick walls protecting
The delicate wooden exterior of the ship.
With the sound of the water providing a steady drip.
Passing by to reveal the vast sea 
The strong boat fitting through the walls like a key
Their sails midway down, catching the soft breeze 
Progressing the slow journey with ease 

As the ship pulls out into the north
Rocking unsteadily back and forth
As it sets its pace, its journey taking wing
The light hearted crew beginning to sing
As the bright sun shines upon their faces
The journey ahead looking towards many places. 

The progression out becoming steadier
The crew’s ambition becoming readier. 
A slow paced crawl beginning the progression
The sun descending, loosing its aggression.

From the support boats floating at its side
Assuring the crew of the height of the tide
To the departure of the company
Poetically gliding across the water, a silent soliloquy 


The small ship sails across the wavering water
Weighed up against another, like it’s new born daughter
Completely alone and unaware of its fate
It’s speed and grace, it’s winning trait. 
As with all stories, something must go wrong
Like the story of life, it will be told through this song
There’s always a time, a place in your life
When it feels so alone, like a continuing strife. 
Much like our ship, so small and unaided
Merely matter of time, before its cause becomes jaded.
Bigger ships, the battle for space
Trying to put it back in its place.

Sharp detonation from the cannon of a much larger ship
cataclysmic blows with the strength of a whip. 
The resistance was weak, much like the craft
The larger ship simply sat back and laughed. 
Before it found its feet, biting back sharply
The cannons now loaded, fighting back bravely.

The battle begins, both valiant ships fought for long
And thus it continued, right through to morn.
The little ship was tough, its first hurdle to jump
And jump it did, the ships response far too late.
Conceited and proud, it was caught unawares 
Moisture obtrusive, unfortunate affairs. 

And as it began to sink, its crew watching in sorrow, somewhat bereft. 
The small ship invaded, took all that was left
It’s place in the world moulding as it grew
A fate that is shared with more than a few.


All was well, until a short stage in life
A stage that shant pass like the sound of a fife.
The mutinous rebellion of the ships own crew
Fighting with itself – a short civil war
Breaking it down, its security no more. 

The ships new look, its previous experiences
It’s will for self discovery, ignorance its hindrance
Enlarging its appearance, the arrogant force
Storming through the ocean, on its high horse.

Trigger happy, yet striving for self improvement
“Better than the rest”, It would boast through its movement
But deep down the angst would tear it apart
Beat down the conceited, high spirited heart. 

This time quickly ran out, the dramatic scene to end
As it soon discovered it had nothing to trade and nothing to spend.
A large economy of fruitful crafts
Each making their way, working up from mere rafts. 
The ships crew could see, that without this skill
It would get no where, and would surely end in a kill


So with this in mind, after several criminal assaults 
They gathered an inventory without any faults
Beginning to trade would pose some issues
The crew to begin with handling the stock with some misuse 
This soon would be corrected
Some lessons inflicted
Business now blooming 
And profit, assuming. 

As the experienced ship floats steadily on
Its wood slightly wilted and its innocence gone
The sails flying high, yet the edges beginning to fray
Gaining more wear day by day
Now at the top, looked up upon by others
Responsible to care for those without bothers.


Day by day as the ship rises up in ranks
Its modified body as strong as tanks
The older ships from which it had traded
Have fallen and sank, defeated and raided.

Unfortunately all, every good thing must end
The ship, the journey and the life of a friend
Soon to be followed by the end of the road
Withered and tired from carrying the load.
The ship itself to tell this tale - 
We must tell how it fell and lost its sail

The rotted wood falling naturally apart
The ships base failing, much like the heart
As the water trickled in through the rotting timber
The structure of the ship started to hinder
The construction unable to be saved
End its life in a watery grave.

And this my friends, is how it ends
A tale of how a sailor’s life spends.
Take to heart the story I’ve told
For before you will see one similar unfold. 

Its a long long journey

Hate is like ...

Whenever I feel bad
Or maybe so sad
My heart is pumpin'

And also raging
Could it be a devil inside
Or is it whispering from side to side
Hate is like a sandstorm
It blinds your eyes
It also changes your form
At the same time as you cry
But you should heal your heart
Before evil domination starts
Hate is like a sandstorm
Whenever you hear their names
And they treat you the same
Like how they humiliate you
And made you bluer than blue
But you should heal your heart
Before evil domination starts
Hate is like a sandstorm

Colors of life

In the beginning all was pitch black
But colors started to pour over 
Inviting to go for a pleasurely hack
As well as much as to hover 
Walking on the grass so green
Little feet playing in the mud
cascading water washes clean 
new lifes growing in the bud 
Sun shines brightly yellow
Heat waves melting the ground
Pears tasting good and mellow
Listen to many different sounds
Love color meant to be red
Walking up the stairway
Dainty caresses on your bed
Savor them and don’t ask why 
Hopefully don’t feel blue 
There is nothing you can’t do 
These simple words are true 
They are specially for you 
Look up at cotton clouds so white
Like the bride’s immaculate veil
What a lovely charming sight
With colors through life we sail 
No colors and nothing would be bright 
All kinds of colors making us feel light 
Enchanting colors for our eyes sight
Bothering us not to stay in the night 
Enjoy and look at all colors of life 

Marriage

Never both be angry at the same time.
Never yell at each other unless the house is on fire.
If one of you has to win an argument, let it be your mate.
If you have to criticize, do it lovingly..
Never bring up the past.Neglect the whole world rather than each other.
Never go to sleep with an argument unsettled.
At least once everyday, try to say one kind or complimentary thing to your life's partner.
When you have done something wrong,
be ready to admit it and ask for forgiveness.
It takes two to make a quarrel, and the one in the wrong is the one who does the most talking.
Mix love and happiness, add faith.
Blend in understanding,
tenderness, and patience. Add forgiveness.
Toss in laughter.
Generously serves the whole family. 

You are mortal

When you kneel
Kneel on both knees.
When you bow
Bow low from the waist
When you love
Love to death
And when your heart gets broken
Let the pain consume you to ashes
And let the wind blow it away.
Get reborn.
Re-invent yourself
Rise up on your feet
And start living again.
Proudly,
With your head high.
You are a human being,
You’re not flawless
You will do onto others
And they will do onto you.
Its how life is
A chain of event, happenings and decisions.
Don’t lose your identity
Be known for whom you are.
Keep on seeking
Life is a journey
Try not to lose your humanity
If you lose it, you lose yourself.
And you die inside.
The journey stops when you pass on.
The journey never ends if you don’t’ lose your soul.
Be merciful and kind
Live and let live
Die for those who deserve living
Cry…
Cry….
Cry…..
Cry like a child
Paint your face with mud
And scream like a mad person
Lick your wounds and let them bleed clean
Let the scar tissues remind you of the lost battles
Don’t feel sorry for yourself
You are what you made yourself.
Don’t hate yourself
Have the courage to live.
Anyone can die
And when the angels comes
Lie down and let your soul go peacefully
Let them kill you mercifully.
Now .. You are mortal .

A dispute

A dispute controls an explosion, 
They built them on the line of writing; 
Just why do hundreds debate and abandon? 
The living of right is worth reporting.
A dispute managed the experiment,
Hitting and replaying like silver and gold;
My replying worsened, I was diligent
And angry that life became old.
The maddening went on and on, like fire
Blazing in souls, futures did burn,
I didn’t burn or catch fire or admire
This innocent help that made me learn.
Upper class strengths conceal their all ness,
And tall ness may acquire anatomy of riches,
This contained wealth to adore with abruptness,
Your feelings are hidden in adages.
Quench the blood hunger,
The crimson rain from the skies, As the soil burns strong.
Never be willing to dispute anyone, anymore