Dangerous Thoughts

Few I shall adore
Few I shall adore
To die, to be ignored
To die, to be ignored.

My mind. Wanders.
I think too much;
"Why's what."
"How's what."

I put them in threat, said they
"Too dangerous!", said he
"Too vivid!", said she
"Where's fate, where's faith?" Said I

I am right, you are wrong
We both right, they are wrong
"Such rules of boredom!"
The righteous and the wrongs
The goods and the sinners
The agnostics and the atheists
The religious and the damned

Head of mine, spinning, asking, contemplating;
"Where to go?"
Wanders and wonders my mind;
"How's what?"
"Why's that?"

Devoted, some lives had.
To seek the "truth"
The "comfortable illusion of truth"
To answers;
What's right, what's wrong
How's right, how's wrong

O God !
How I stop this lethal mind?

Lamenting Man

Look all the pieces of my dreams

Shattered away since the dawn of time

Now just tarnished realms of rotten faces

Getting wiser getting uglier

This is just who I am right now

Falling off these weak white old crowns

Falling off just like my lover did

From thousand miles oh I did hear

“The train hath come, the train hath come”

That’s just what I’m looking up for now

But never did

On the journey o I had see a lot of smiles

Some are young, some are fools

On the journey I had see lot of loves

Yet what a waste, what a waste

This is just what I got right now

Some said I’m such a mourning man

Mourning things that pretty smalls

But what did they know, o what did they know

This is just what I am right now

I sit around at the graveyard meadow

Brightest shine o I had see

On my right side a marble stones carved as old as mine

And her name, my lover’s name

I sit around at the graveyard meadow

Glooming glow I had see

On my left side a marble chambers opened wide just for show

“That’s the body of mine”

Some said I’m such lamenting man

Lament the things that pretty old

But what did they know, o what did they know

This is just what I am right now

To Love You

Our very soul shall be reasoned

Tampered by tormented world of sin

Under the illusion of devotion

To love you

Our name shall be burdened with loneliness then

Strangled by the weeping sound of stranger’s ills

Begging to be eased

To love you

Though you wish for something shiny up into the sky

But down the earth strife and struggle never come into conclusion

Yet He would never lie

To love you

His face shall condemned bitter by your pretty eyes

Yet he devotes his soul for series of misfortune

For the very being of you

To love you

Your heart ought to questions the essentiality of a friend

For he has done so many what friend couldn't do

To love you

You shall dips your skin into pond of revelation

For he, your friend, the one that dumb enough

To love you

It’s nice to live under a tree

This tree, this wise old tree

Leans her back on to mine

While seeing those pretty geese dine

In a musical score created by the sweet rustle leaves from the pines

In a sensible way, ease my mind.

This tree, this wise old tree

A humble serenity where I found the key

To be someone who I’m supposed to be.

Yet, being me was not the real me

This tree know who I need to be

Then I see her old, old trunk,

I stroke her smooth, smooth yellow brown leaves,

 Protects me from all the plague of sadness,

Then the she sweeps all those windy darkness I see

Away from me. Away from me.

The sunset arrives, some clouds shall fly away

Yet the morrow never betrays

--The hatching sun in the east eventually springs.--

As ravens sit on her branch, and shouting the day,

And my hands hold the wrinkled roots of her; I say

“It was nice to live under this tree.”

O How the Life Enriched

How rich!
The sacred life foresees.
On the idle land of glory steep,
Where love and strife engaged for thee,

Sweet or bitter,
Still, life they will perpetually name
Though patience float as cloud,
We will speak the same merry,
Whilst night whispers dreary.

fear shall weep your heart!
For life is such a blink,
And taste it proud we must
For soon the night might come in lust.

Don’t sleep my friend, don’t sleep!
or much yu will missed
then none you wished but chime
since you utter none but mime

O how the life enriched!
shiny jovial nonchalance,
Enchanting sweet Chanteuse,
and witings frank and vile
on the idle land of life

no blink, no sleep nor weep,
because night is such a creep.
prepare your hands with might
And thus my friend, no dine you shall missed.

The Woman

The woman,
A woman in her youth,
She’s standing on the earth I stood
in prime now she stares at the blue jovial sky.
Her hair was caressed by the breeze of morning grace,
 waving in a pattern of a meadow in a spring.
I’d like to say hello…

The woman,
 a woman that I stare
She made her tiny pretty lips dancing
with a whisper of the morning bird that hauntingly pretty.
She made my heart pounding like a drums parade,
pounding all around the town. She’s fine!
I’d like to say hello…

The woman,
A woman that I stare,
Her bright glittery eyes facing toward my eyes, mildly seek my soul,
Only I know how, a way that can’t be sang. She’s fine.
And then I say hello…

Solace

Awfully deceived I was, 

for I am the one who seek for the sun

The sun that we both know I deemed

We both know I missed.

And again..

For a while

hear ye, hear ye...

The sound of a mutt in solacing night worshipped

The black beauty of a silent sight

for I have known, you are my friend

I worship your tales more than mine

You have put your arms through my faith

For I know in deepest soul of mine, It's not fake.

And reached I am the hollow night for an awful sight 

Then you said you can't barely see

And I see it then, flashing in your eyes

you are my brother

bottomline,

I knew for a long time, you are my soulmate.

reaching along the golden line for our sake

walking down the rotten winding road of my tales

then it's time for you to shine.

You are my friend,

for I am know blessing your tales

Still I hold onto you dear friend, 

I'll never let you go

You are my friend,

my brother,

my soulmate

and it's time for you to shine.