Something Meaningful

I’m sad,
because I’ve lost something I deeply care for

But I’m happy,
as with every losing hand
there is freedom for something else

I’m awaken,
since I can no longer turn my blind eye away
the cold and needs
in every cornerstone
there exists an untold story with tragedy

I’m well eaten,
For the energy I live to fight
and defend for my people
in the chaos of Kingsland‎

I’ve been broken,
every fragment of memories
I threw them to the ground
and allowed my feet to step on

I’m forever peculiar,
another part of me comes out under the lunar

And I’m blessed,
lights coming in all direction
as god dwells inside my leafy heart
above the pond of reflection

On God

Make no mistake
He doesn’t forsake
Kindness at his heart
Malevolence shows mercy impart

Trust in the process
Faith in God progress

The watch He has
Ain’t the same as Our timing we wear

Blessing has already been made
The moment you wish
So stay calm and don’t let your dream fade

Hardships are there to prepare you
For blessing you shall receive
The lesson that you complete

Light & Darkness

There can’t be no light without dark

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Without darkness there is no heat
No sound and love
And belief

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Though without lightness heat will be gone
Sound doesn’t continue
Love can’t be lasting
And every belief goes to grief

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So there can be light and darkness

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Moving in positive direction
When the sun goes to sleep
Moon will come and replace his restless soul
With her divined femininity

Death

I see the death everyday
A group of sad prayers before the sick bed
A father before his son’s grave

I see the death in your dream
The hollow spaces wish to redeem
From the deeds that remain unseen

I sense the death everywhere I go
Death in the eyes and death in empty vessels

I experience the death around me
Ending cycles in relations
Closing hopes in creations
And breaking waves in vast ocean

I see the death within me
The reflection of my skin goes decay
Draining bloods be leaching away
Nothing seems to be getting away
I see the death everyday

Carry away

I let myself be carried away

By the secret charm of the air I breathed

The long naive hair I kept

The magical spell of clothes I wore

Today, I let myself be carried away

I Miss You

Thousands of words stand in front of the text box
and thousands of more thoughts are edging with a moving clock
How I wish telepathy was invented by precise science
so you could see my vibrant world in visual
worldly beautiful
just like your eyes
irreplaceable

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The fluffy powdery clouds on our planet
are musical and sensual
making us forget the burdening standards of living up with socials
and the subliminal feeling is unprintable

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Though the next time I see you
I’m stuttering, and sometimes horribly misplacing
Often, simply “I miss you”
is what it needs in filling the clusters of longing you

Nineteen Seventy One

Fire burnt through lands and flags

Reeking dead corpses filled in the air

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But what remained after the ashes?

A new born fighter picked up the ember

Facing the darkness that

People didn’t want to remember

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Congregating as the murky clouds

The dark shadow on the high ground

Was merely a hatred giant

Legacy

He comes back to look at it one more time

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“What is your legacy?”

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The mirror he fronting now
Provides a silent tone

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Is it the humanitarian work
That can go to his tombstone?

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Or is it the pain and love he causes
To the ones he connected to?

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Perhaps the crispy fire he sets out
For the evanescent passion
And great obsession
Only can be tasted alone

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The devotion of his empire under his feet
Will bare to his bone

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But really, what remains to be known
That people will ever remember his time on the throne

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Sobbing on the wasted time for mindless affairs
He now wishes to atone

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Fifty-four years of living
He asks the mirror once again
“What is your legacy that should be known?”

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The Ring of Beauty

My mother told me when I was nine
happiness is red
deep and short-lived

Blue is imagination

Color isn’t just perception
but the continuation of a drawing

Elegance is the language
being told by those who obsessed

Fragrance can only last for so long
yet natural beauty is perpetual

Sculpture of One

Sea of stones
and clumps of woods
before the storm near
are quiet and still

 

War arrives through rasping winds
flapping across the heart of a dwelled land
Who wants to live a vivid life?
A legendary one

 

Dare to take down the lightening strength,
for whom shall be remembered on the carved headstone,
among those lifeless faces under the graveyard