Is Love Still Great?

So calm in the water

It's cold as if it's snowing inside me

For a heart is ill

As fidelity has no more place in love

How love is going to live

Even in the grand kingdom Would it shine again?

Love at the highest peak

at juncture which love sometimes would fade away

Love that comes just for a little while

Like a shady tree and the five o'clock shadow

Like a story in a dream of love and romance

Is love still great?

To give in to one's fate is for me to learn

As quickly as to heal the wound

Though the reality is not too pretty

For fear to fall for it again

Wouldn't stand another battle in this rival

Is love still great?

As I am not at the beginning to start a new game

with doubtful thoughts swinging in my mind

So peaceful in the water

the stream is edging so gently

Once a morning dew drops and it's crushing me

For there is no goodness in life anymore

thus to walk alone again seems so much sufferring

Is love still great?

The Voice Of A Pure Lover

My heart and soul do not lie

As only your name is written there

I have sworn before and I'll do it again

Only your name is written in my heart

My heart and soul do not lie

But at times I'm just being a fool

Thus hate I feel for a second

As love razzed by emotion

Seems to me it's impossible though seasons may change

to amuse the heart that full with wrath

But then when two hearts is falling apart

love just has got to be stronger than ever

It's the voice of a pure lover

feels to me like an angel is singing

For this I am no liar

Though I'm haunted with cupidity

Like an angry king on the throne

With desire is a master of me

Then I must confess

Deep inside my heart

I still want you

As a lover who loves

Only your name is written in my heart

As I promise to love you

I will always be there with you

For as long as I shall breathe

Cries

There is a girl and she lives without joy

Her broken mirror just scaterred on the floor

How she couldn't paint her face

Could she still smile with tears in her eyes

Like a silky white scarf without any colours on it.

As she sleeps on her arms she does a puzzle

though her bed is gold with a rug of diamonds

Why can't she sleep as she closes her eyes

with wild butterflies in her little stomach

like a wild beast track with curve as of river is her only path.

Like a caretaker of a heavenly garden with beautiful flowers

The girl has been watering them like a generous waterfall

Yet the flowers still falling down withered to the earth

She cries again with frangipani in the morning

with bees and beetles long for the sweet taste of honey.

with all heart and soul the girl keeps crying

knowing that she sails in the ocean of fire

hanging to a candle boat with paper sail with strings

Like an old shady tree stands out its boundry

with crossed roots and bushes around it.

As she already knows of a broken heart

with words of no kindness she is now defamed

her heart is bleeding since it is full with splinters

As she tries to sing like a bird on a tree

She couldn't remember a single verse of her song.

Many tears have fallen down from her blinded eyes

She sees a white garden as the wind blows

She sees cloud as they are binding to one another

She knows very well it is no one to blame

So will the day be blessed with a ray of sunshine again.

Doaku

Andai bisaku sisipkan

Bait-bait suci lagi penuh erti

Yang memuja erti kasih

Penuh keindahan dan keasyikan

Lantasku coretkan puisi itu

Tuk’ ku dendangkan kala sunyi

Setiaku pada sepi akan abadi

Tiba yang gelap mengaburi seluruh alam

Andai bisaku ukirkan

Wajah-wajah pilu dengan tangis

Yang merintih untuk kembali

Dimasa lalu tiada kekalutan

Lantasku dirikan sebuah singgahsana

Untuk jasad mereka yang kerapuhan

Simpatiku pada bulan bukan gurauan

Moga terlerai nanti kekusutan ini

Bisikan ku pada alam tiada henti

Agar mereka tahu isi hatiku

Agar mereka tahu hadirku disini

Agar mereka tahu erti luka dan kecewa

Moga tiada lagi kehampaan

Kerana hari kian suram tanpa cahayanya

Itulah puisi yang tertulis sebagai bukti keihklasan

Keranaku yang kecil milikku hanya cinta

Yang lahir dalam diri tanpa sedar

Kala aku sedang lena dibuai kealpaan

Lantasku tenggelam dalam baying

Tanpa arah lalu rebah sendirian

Namun kini ku mengerti akan kasih

Kita masih punya masa juga kuasa

Tuk’ merubah yang pudar biar bersinar semula

Je Ne Sais Pas Pourquoi

J'ai attendu jusqu'au lever du soleil
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue
Je t'ai abandonné dans la maison de l'amusement
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue

Quand j'ai vu le point du jour
J'aurais aimé pouvoir m'envoler
Plutôt que d'être agenouillée sur le sable
Attrapant mes larmes au creux de mes mains

Mon coeur est trempé de vin
Mais tu seras dans mon esprit
A jamais

Sur l'autre rive de la mer sans fin
Je mourrais en extase
Mais je serai un sac d'os
Conduisant par les routes


Mon coeur est trempé de vin
Mais tu seras dans mon esprit
A jamais

Quelque chose a dû te faire partir
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue
Je me sens vide comme un tambour
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue
Je ne sais pas pourquoi je ne suis pas venue

A Story About People

I say a little prayer

Like the crazy Maria

when she sings people start swinging

When she speaks people start smiling

So I say a little prayer

Down the road there's an empty house

It looks so spooky even during mid-day

People come to look and see

But no one has the guts to get in

I wonder why people walk the way they walk

I wonder why people talk the way they talk

World is one heck of a place

Where one man acts foolishly

and another man turns ugly

I sing a simple song

Like the one in the famous play

When they clap the actor starts bowing

When they stand the actor starts running

So I sing a simple song

Two blocks from a coffee shop

There is an old man crossing the street

He moves so slowly with his stiffy joint

No one seems to care since they are busy anyway

People are funny just the way they are

People seem to care more when they are judged by others

World is a funny place that a man could live in

Where one man falls down

and another man claps his hands

A story about people is hillarious

People have no right to throw stone and thing

But since throwing is easier than picking

Many people just love to do so

Happy Birthday Natacia

If you could hear me

Please forgive me

I wish you were here today

To sing along with me

My dear sunshine

I'm wishing you happy birthday

I would give anything to keep you smiling

My little princess

My dear sunshine

Can you see pretty stars at night

As I'm wishing you love on your greatest day

I'm wishing you happy birthday

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday happy birthday

Happy Birthday to you

Oh my love

If you could hear me

Please forgive me

On your greatest day

There's a gift I'd like to give you
I would buy you a candy factory

I would buy you an emporium of otys

I would give you everything

My dear sunshine

I love you so much

with all my heart

You have made my life the greatest one I've known

Thank you my love

Thank you my friend

There's no greatest gift could make me feel so rich

My dear sunshine

I'm wishing you Happy birthday

I'm wishing you every happiness in the world

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday Dear Natacia...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy Birthday to you...

I Miss A Million Things

I miss a million things

A pretty lady and a faithul company



I do miss the warmth

It's nearly a thousand years since I've dined with friends and foes

I dine alone again

Oh! It's been awhile since I've cried with real tears

I look upstairs and wonder

Could I keep running away from me?

Should I just stand here?

Or would I be allowed to feel my joy again?



I miss good cookies

and a gesture of love

Am I a terrible person?

A person with neither a soul nor a little compassion

Or have I lost to it again?



Stars are pretty...

Thus I pray upon the sky

Though I stand and stare alone

Like an ugly butterfly;

Or like a lonely grasshopper

I'm hopping and hopping slowly as if I'm very old and dying

Oh, please let me stop



When the sky is crying I will drown in the ocean

When the sky is painting black I will hide in the cave;

hopeless, I have no pride and I live in famine

A man who cares less of his downturn suffers the most

And I for one shall never laugh at the end of my time



The moon shines at night...

with breezy air blows off my mind

The presence of the darkest night strikes my heart

Could I have these years turned back to the beginning?

So I see a brighter day.

A dream is a dream for a dreamer to rely on,

Though as time march time

There are voices whispering to my my mind,

that dreams do come true

As one of the lucky ones never doubt the utmost power

For there is God and one shall not live in abhorrence and fear

Since the wound of coldness is killing my soul

And an empty heart does not play fairly with the circle of trust

I shall come back soon



I do miss the warmth

I do miss the rain in the morning

The joyous occasion and the glamorous of mother nature

It has been awhile;

since I've seen a smile of a happy face.

As I look in the mirror, I shall see the gladness

And I know I am with friend.



As for tonight,

I wish myself a good night sleep

So I'll have tomorrow a better day to run again

My name is Rose

No diaries in a history of a woman of this kind,

It leads only good stuff with no diaries,

It gives more freedom as no proof for questionable actions,

Secretive, demanding but also pretentious;

were these things I once called super powers bad for me?

They certainly weren't bad...

It was October 2004,

It was monsoon season I recall,

I rename myself to make my deceptions looks believable and authentic.

A very bad person I was, indeed.

The bad one, says hello 'My name is Rose.'

Wasn't I contented with my birth name?

This isn't the first time people asked me that...

If I were in October 2004 I would say,

'Yes, I wasn't happy of my birth name!'.

However, as a free woman now I am lucky not be called Rose again.

Hey people!

Why are you acting so typically judgmental?

I am gifted with something that God gave me,

It is cool and strongly abetting my many agendas

Knowing when people attempt to play god towards you is a gala souvenir to the black rose

Give me just time to put my strength and crafty mind together...

How people misjudge me!

If you had to do something really bad,

You had no other choices but to die,

That something that you had to do would be against your principle and everything else that you'd stand for,

Would you do that something or would you prefer to die?

Rose had chosen her life despite all the demeaning things that she had to do.

Rose,

She was not a very nice girl

She often stayed awake at night just to see herself again and again,

To justify her actions was never a plan,

A person would not betray herself with no good reasons,

But were her reasons to become Rose would be accepted?

Could they forgive her?

It hurts to be the unforgivable one... and could she live with the guilt for the rest of her life

That's how Rose, a proud woman deals with things.

People,

Rose is dead and she was a history,

She never wrote anything before,

She appears as a personification not to justify her wrongdoings,
given the reasons behind the lie she had to do,

she just would like to feel the goodness inside her...again

If I apologize and you insisted to put the blame on me forever;

that's your call.

I bare no burden anymore as I've swallowed my pride to apologize.

Those grudges are your baggages to carry now, and be prepared to live with it until your dying day- That's how Rose apologize.

Life is not for you to run away from,

A person should be a coward to desert from the battle field,

because that person should face everything and use her/his brain and strength to fight for this precious life.

My name was Rose,once...

Maybe He's Just Suck!

It looks like a dead end

It's another person aiming for glory

For the last eight hours

he's been biting his pinky finger

Doesn't it seem like a man without ideas

but a stack of useless junk

It looks like a failure

Why isn't he blessed with stunning thing,

Or just a simple amazing ideas?

word after word to make a point

every minute he spent to join them together

It doesn't make him feel so lucky

Oh my Lord, what's with the brain?

Is it just stop working or should he do the re-formatting?

These questions are bugging this man,

which by the way makes him feel like a little boy again

He tries to close his eyes, but he just sees a very wide ocean

There's a sailboat cruising in the highseas

And a drowning man asking for help...

It is amazing how the mind works

For a second It feels so right

just throwing out ideas on the big round bowl;

Sadly a man couldn't just keep smiling

Since he could just sit there staring at the glare

as all of his thoughts has been deleted so clean

Could anybody just stand up

The man has severe doubts about this thing today

Has he gone stupid or he's just having a very bad day

Oh God, please forgive him

He'd just like to be a good writer like someone he adores

Now it is quite clear that he is not gifted

If it's not failure

could it possibly be a very poor judgment?

Or could it be a couple of wrong strategies?

Does he need a girlfriend to jump start his guts

He does not like to write about himself

But the circumstances leave him no choice

Sometimes a simple doodling made a good piece

It had happened to many talented writers

maybe what he needs is a simple good luck

Ooppss..he may have disregarded something important

that only best writers have lots of good lucks

He tries self-soothing, maybe just a few words of wisdom might actually help him

It's almost nine-o'clock PM and there's no one else with him

And he just concludes that maybe he's just suck

She is real but she doesn't live like real people

As the wind touches her face so smoothly,

As breezes flow gently as her hair looks bouncier ,

She knows somebody is missing her so much.

As the moon shines only at night,

As love may have its room in every season,

So long the dreamer shall breath this story narrates itself.

She was awake for awhile and now her eyes are closed again;

as she names it everyday,

'while the wind is still blasting, one must cherish every inch of it's luxury'

She looks up and smiles to the sky

She's spinning and hurdling like a little butterfly

and corny like violets as she blushes like she was kissed by an angel

Strange eyes could just wonder how long should a girl dream?

Glance after glance take a chance to glimpse;

these eyes just act humanly,

it is moist and humid as she misses the blows of gentle breeze,

as she's hoping for a sign another blast of nature flows by her face.

It is another dope that speaks for a soul,

A needy soul who misses a lover.

Oh joyful day for a dreamer!

Could she whisper through the wind;

not a single news is noted.

Be kind!

Let her fly in a strange city where love bonds through guts and breezes.

Just like in Chicago the windy city of America;

only this time it is neither emblematic nor original

She's a dreamer with a piece of paper on her hand;

however her soul learns no resistance.

Yet, folks of the common world named her as the one.

The one of a kind who lives in a dream.

This is a story which wont become a myth;

as it is still going on without a hint of an ending.

This air that she senses as gestures of adoration;

convey a sign of love by another deserted heart,

loveless!

Through air it travels with sorrows and tears.

She was told to live and to believe.

A piece of heart is always longing for her company;

thus the wind will touch her face every once in awhile.

She will return it with her gleaming whisk of amity,

for one day these two hearts shall become one,

as an essence as it was written in her inner thoughts.

It is ironic;

For a girl to live it up with faith in her eyes.

To act so in love against all odds.

This is a lover who stands by a promise with not a single doubt in her mind;

with one meaning to find her destiny- so heroic!

She is real who comes about in occasion like once in a blue moon,

with her mystery which shall rise every morning, as the sun shows up.