Tuesday, October 11, 2011

MIND FEEL

Nothing to show for the love
Received by all and sundry
Resting on laurels so shaky
Never deserved the fake trophy

Engine to the family train bogey
A pressure weighing down on he
Fear of never delivering the good
Crushing toes with pain so crude

Gifts galore without inhibition
Increase the guilt trip initiation
Father please don't expect
Cannot earn my own respect

Ambitions so small they hurt
Eagles around to throw dirt
A hippy heart so bohemian
Would kill for the oblivion

Spoilt kid is the tag defined
Walking blindly in sheep herd
The heart a man of few words
Never able to get itself heard

So you walk on the thin line
Keeping head straight astray
Fantasy is your only darling
To make it real is what you pray





Saturday, October 8, 2011

HELLO, I'M DOOR.


Years of mute observation
Underneath the brittle wall
Supporting the fake notion
Of a life lived with chin tall

Seen it all happen around here
Passionate love drunken stupor
All I learnt from this experience
Farewell the only alive gesture

Hidden inside me are skeletons
Secrets stacked in proportion
Winds blow in wrong direction
Leading to nasty conclusion

I laugh at the human pains
The fairy tale of their dreams
The poor never do realize
Life is not there to please

I open and then I close
Just like a wavering mind
I love the children playing
Only they are worth observing

Goodbyes and lovely Hi's
Life only runs in a cycle
Joy of birth and sad funeral
While I remain the eyes eternal



Monday, October 3, 2011

EUPHONY

Sometimes the only ally faithful
In your times darkest and cruel
Melancholic sound of the piano
a doorway to let the feelings out

One touch of soothing melody
to turn the entire mood sunny
So many words not written
Emanate through the vibrating

From the beautiful nostalgia
To the gooseflesh of metal
It brings out the spirit in
Emotions are its horsemen

Time stops in awe of masterpiece
It feels the way inside your head
Like a bottle of Jack Daniels
The epitome of a high state

Present in all things living
Sound of the silent soul
Some just croon it out
Some keep it till the grave