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Thursday 24 July 2014

The power

There i was
looking at the horse
prating on the hen
with a cry of ten
moving close to see
quickly withdraw sighting a sea

The power!!!!!

PAPA AM SORRY

I will ever, forever cherish you "Mama"
     fading away from you, for you stay not long with me
             i wallow deep in pain only drug you ever did predict
                     care i know you have but not fully as i want then
                              obedient did slowly died in me for you
                                       yet the fact never did change that you
contribute to my existence.

I will forever, never forget you "Mama" in my life
your love and care flow like a fountain of water
                    never did it died down to me
                           I will always cherish you "Mama"
yet there is one who gives strength which you
pass on to me "Papa".

I will never died to repay your love to me "Mama"
you care too much with all to the last
          when fading away, you keeps me refresh
               you did taught me the true path to follow
                      yet not all did i ever learn from you
                            lest i completely become a woman,
to have the courage of man i learn this from
"Papa".
I.
        am,
               sorry,
                           "Papa".

MAMA AM SORRY"

IN TEARS CAN'T IMAGINE THE LOVE AND CARE YOU HAVE FOR ME,
CAN'T IMAGINE THE PAIN AND HARDSHIP YOU PASSED THROUGH WHEN DELIVERING ME
CAN'T IMAGINE THE AGONY YOU WENT THROUGH,

CARRYING A LIFE HUMAN FOR NINE MONTH,
I KNEW YOU HAVE SHOWN ME LOVE I EVER DESERVE,
EVEN IF YOU WEREN'T ALWAYS THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST,
YET I WON'T FORGET THE PAIN WHICH YOU PASSED THROUGH,
WHEN OTHERS ABORT THERE CHILD,
JUST FOR THE PAIN THEY DON'T WISH TO PASS THROUGH
,

YOU ENDURE TO THE LAST FOR LOVE,
AND THAT MAKES ME FEEL YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON THAT CAN STAY WITH WITH ME TO THE LAST,
I JUST WANT TO SAY YOU ARE THE BEST MUM IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

I LOVE YOU MUM.


THE GENTLEMAN

The darkness strip through you in pure gold
Your characteristics is beyond man imagination
dwelling in the hidden covers not you anymore
flawless eagle you confuse many
hope in the future of no return.

The mountain climbers are of no use to you
since you trap the hilarious people down in you
happy you are but deep down you frown
going above, the earth look straight up to you
you mortal that feel immortal
how close you are but you can never see.

You lay deep down suffering for your descendant to come
enjoyment you have, suffering you sow
for you descendant to reap
you callous, zany man
Never could you escape the wrath of the endless mortal.

HUNT FOR THE PAST

THE CORNERSTONE THAT HAS NO CORNER
YOU HIDE YOUR CORNER FOR YOUR SELFISHNESS
MOVING NOT THE DANGER TO WITH-HOLD IT
YOU BEARER OF BURDEN
YOU KNOW NOT HOW TO DROP IT LEST YOU FALL FLATLY

YOUR IMAGINATION IS BARELY A THOUGHT
REALITY HUNT YOU DOWN WHEN YOU GOT NO WEAR ON
CAPITULATE YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO DO
YOU GOT THE TIME THEN BUT WHAT DID YOU DO?

LIFE IS A SHORT PERIOD GAVE TO US
YOU CORRECT YOUR MISTAKE OR IT'S CORRECT YOU
REPAIRING YOUR PAST IS A BIT GOOD, SOUR
SO CHOICE IS LEFT FOR YOU TO CHOOSE
BUT THEN IF YOU DON'T HUNT THE PAST
IT'S MUST SURELY HUNT YOU.

THE HIDDEN SECRET

LOOKING OUT IN THE DARK,
THERE I SAW A GREAT LIGHT WITH A FACE,
HARDLY TO SEE THE FACE BUT THE HEART CAPTURE IT QUICKLY
FLOWING AND MOVING SLOWLY
THE WIND CAUGHT ME UP
AND TOOK ME FARAWAY
WHERE WE WERE HIDDEN FROM SIGHT
ONLY THERE DID THE HEART GIVE A RESPOND
TO MY QUESTION WHICH SAYS
WHAT IS THIS?
AN INSTANT REPLY THE HEART GAVE
LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE FUTURE LOOK WITH BRIGHTER SUFFERING

THE DESPERATE CALL OF HUMAN TO DEATH SO HIGH
YET DEATH REFUSE TO ANSWER THE CALL
THE SUFFERING SO HARD TO TAKE
ENDURING TOOK MORE TIME THAN SUDDENLY
FASTING AND PRAYERS WERE BEING OFFER
FOR DEATH COMING, BUT ALL TO AVAIL


THE STRONG ALSO WISH FOR DEATH,
THE WEAK WISH FOR DEATH NOT MINDING TO GO TO HELL,
THE UNBORN CHILDREN REFUSE TO COME OUT,
SEEING THE LOOK OF THE WORLD THEY STICK,
TO THEIR MOTHER'S WOMB


IN AGONY THE PREGNANT WOMAN LIVE
THE CHILDREN FLYING IN GROUPS LIKE FLIES
THERE WAS NO ONE TO CLAIM THEM
ALL BEGGING FOR FOOD TO SURVIVE
THE RICH WISHING TO DIE
YET SO STINGY WITH THEIR MONEY
NOT ENOUGH FOR THEM THEY SAY


AND BY THIS THE FLYING CHILDREN WERE MADE FOR USE
WITH THE OFFSPRING OF TEMPTING FOOD OR MONEY
BEING OFFER TO THEM
BUT THE CHILDREN ALREADY KNOW THEIR WISH
YET THEY COMPLY SAYING WHAT USE ARE WE IN THIS WORLD BEGGING
SLEEPING IN THE DUSTBIN ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
SUCKING AN EMPTY PURE WATER LEATHER
THEY SEEM SATISFY WITH IT


 BUT NOT UNTIL THEY SEE DEATH AND GRAB HIM CLOSE
THEIR THEY FEEL NO SUFFERING
AND LEAVE THE WORLD IN GREAT JOY
THE CALLOUS, ZANY WORLD THEY SAY IN THEIR DEPARTURE
WITH CELEBRATION THEY LEFT IN GROUP AS FRIEND
DEATH ONLY THEN THEY SAY RESPOND TO CHILDREN NOT ADULT.


THE ENDLESS MORTAL

The ancient time left us with future thought
hopes of grace we never left to feel
wallowing in sorrow,
the bone join in bitterness through the marrow.

we were left out of the indigence of grace,
Life a mystery in times of pain
the smiles in us give way to pain
death we seek, but we were rejected by him
glowing in the cage we are
outside we see but all are white

Far beyond we see the luminous
nearer it came with eagerness we wait
hoping this is it, nearer, nearer and then it goes higher.
climb we climb up but down we are.
In deep dejection we dwell
our head deep down in sorrow
in pain all eternity we dwell.

THE FORSAKEN TRADITION (1)



As we sit waiting in our illusion mind
We await none but of the elusive time
The birds in their nest
Yet we think not what is best
When their creepy noise is at rest

Our heritage which have long been sold
That we seek not but of old
Best in thought but rap in cold
Failing to create none we seek of gold
The suffering though have long been foretold

Clamoring in future hope
When we fail on how to cope
Our fast track have been forgot in a lope
Now we seek prayer from a rat Pope

Oh! those glorious days have long been gone
Heritage our father's build have all been torn
Our heritage abashed from the rule of the unknown masters
All now is a story of disaster

Coming in with a face like that of a dove
Innermost mind we know not but a predator
Ruling out our heritage theirs is installed into ours
Now we all love not of ours but theirs in every hours.

UNTAMED LOVERS (1)

Cuddle with me to a perfect rest
move with me of which thou know best
let practice the blindness therein and test
in open secret we shall share
that in-between the lips the breeze shall hear.

Let forget the world and be as we are into it
let the moon be jealous and seek of love with the sun
away, far-away we shall crawl
where no mind shall know that of which we draw.

Follow my tune O' gracious image
even if it means forgetting my adage.

UNTAMED LOVERS (2)

Follow my tune o’ gracious image
follow me even if it mean forgetting my adage
Is love not what my father’s seek therein the place of rest?
they are ashamed and decide to love in the silent haven
Our’s will be not an open secret
where even the moon shall peep and be jealous
the audience will freeze
that they may not feel the breeze
Of which we share in-between the lips
Greater our love shall be
than that of Romeo and Juliet for,
death with them, they shall never go the same path
Our’s shall be even beyond death wrath.