Waiting

Running across something
Way Interesting.
Killing time ahead,
followed by the gust of inquisition,
As the acclamation is so close
Dripping sweat,
Intense stare,
to the very final minutes.

Booming statements been made,
applause can be heard
from miles away,
An island full of goons,
ready to be herded to anywhere.
Set up the camera,
Positioned the boom mics,
Flashes of lenses
hide away
the terrible fact.

Hungry from this stress,
Man and woman alike,
taking shelters at a
big tree.
Nothing been anticipated,
Nothing being acclaimed,
Nothing is just nothing.
If its takes a thousand years,
they'll keep on waiting.

A Quest Part 1

He lived only to find his own shadow,
that was lost some years ago
during a brief walk
along a quiet lane in a suburb.

He looks everywhere,
Thousands of times he repeated to track it down,
He paid frequent visits to the lane repeatedly,
Of an uncertain quest.

Those days in the past,
he spend with towering grief,
He is not willing to give up,
He is looking, literally
Everywhere,

Still no shadows.

The Sickness of the Soul

Growling over
the vast of unaccomplished ambition,
Muffled by the ever changing stand of reality,
Disappointed by the false hopes
to gain power and wealth,
Angry at the reigning faction,
They're the one to blame
for his failure
A failure that comes from himself.

That man, is a sick man
Feverish with spoiled dreams
that the Hidden Hand planted in his mind,
Swelled up with his pride
over the influence he supposed to have,
Shaking profusely with intimidation
aimed to the ones he despised
not because they're evil, corrupted or dishonest,
But just because they're a major threat
A threat to his own agendas
A hindrance of his will to dominate,
Miserable man,
living only to destroy.

The body is decaying,
for the soul is now dead.
Dead of virtues,
Killed by sins.
That man, is a living symbol
of evil inside human
Reincarnation of the lust,
greed and envy of the world.

Longing To See.......

He stares to the big road ahead,
He is preparing himself to be ready
He does not like failure,
Therefore he would like everything
to be perfect....

He starts off, driving to the road ahead,
He carefully steered the wheels of his car
Adequate in measurement
Excellence in movement
He signaled to the right
Blinking neon light working just fine.....

He arrived at a traffic light junction,
He focused his attention to stop
Grace in agility
Unchallenged in precision
Where to go, he ask?
That's a weird question!
Doesn't you know where to go?
You're the driver, decide!

Oh, No!
What becoming out of you?
You hold the license, so you know the rule
But to just travel aimlessly
You will not just waste time, energy and money
But also you had wasted yourselves
Think before you 'go' out
Rationalized before you ' press' the pedal
Don't just go ahead just by listening to others
Listen instead to your heart.....

That's the important lesson
for today,
Future 'Drivers'.

Lament The Day

That day, the accursed day
The clouds emerged
with litters of unseen murmurs
Contains of certain awe and clear grief
Between the foolish and the wise,
It is hard to identify
Who or what responsible
for this Great 'ACT'!

That day, the ashamed day
The world has saw our filthy faces,
Smeared with discourtesies
Attacked by indecencies
Splashed on aggression.

Never before had experienced
of such maladies
In the peaceful atmosphere of our nation.

Clapping, shouting, muttering, gathering, walking
Obstructing, Scaring, Destroying, throwing
Mocking, slandering, hurting
In what or who's name?
Their stand is to side
with a vague, ambiguous goal.

Their voices need to be heard,
All 6000
But what about the other 27, 559, 821?
Shouldn't their voices be heard too?
How can we reasoned with these unlearned hypocrites?
Keep on using lame excuses to pursue their personal means
Not caring for the nation
Only loves themselves.....
Is this what we want to lead us?
Is this the best out of the best?
Surely, NOT....

Lament the day, my brethren
Be sad, my friends
Let's pray, may our nation be strong
against this test from God.

Be Not, Hopefully

Weird, is the only thing
my lips could say this time
Funny, is what my eyes
could conclude
Sad, is the only thing
my heart are now pondering into......

As I glance around through the crowd now
I sense hostilities, I smell alienation
I detect separation
which I fear
This is a certain worry,
A clear-cut evidence
of something horrible to come.....
And all for who, or instead why?

Doesn't we have it all in a sense of living?
Don't we are lucky than others in 3rd World Countries?
We're not in war, nor we're been terrorized
We're not being left aside,nor we're being marginalized
We did not suffer aggression everyday like in Palestine
We're happy living peacefully in our home
without fear, anxiety......

But maybe because of that, we forget?
Maybe because of that, we wan to leave all of
that being achieved by our beloved land
since before and beyond.

Don't wish so often,
because sometimes what you wish is something
you will later regret!
Due to ignorance and rushed decisions
everything is and are lost....

Be not, hopefully
my heart pray...