Listen my child, listen closely
The wisps are here to tell you a little story
Of the blooming flowers and the forest of glory
With the breeding ground of love and eternal beauty

The sun of warmth stay closely to the heart that holds faith
The beauty of the world at arms length from the Creator
But where is He as sanctuary is an eternal silence
The seeker of truth no longer believes in the scripture

The balance of power once stand, now disrupted
The space between heaven and earth bound to prophecy no more
Mortals roam the world freely with dire consequences
In death they will find that lies they told barricaded their souls

To peace at heart means to death we will part
With lust and greed once wounded our souls and heart
Tears of sorrow or joy means nothing to the Creator
Condemned to eternal suffering, that's all mortals could plead

Begged for kindness and forgiveness from the Maker
As tomorrow will be created in silence 
The world He makes no longer predictable as yesterday
For once, child, listen and make sense of the one true way

The Maker of peace, the cunning soul
The worldly matter attached to your wound no one should know
Unkind truth, unspoken within your heart
When the time comes, child, no one will know your mortal scars.

Darkness falls upon the earth

It swallowed its heart, its breath no longer there

Spirits reunited not one

But the Devil called upon his only son

The human race wiped off the earth in one swish

Goodbye were the days of passion and embrace

Without the knowledge, power is just a word unsung

His Grace comes to earth to witness the naked faith

Fallen angels once pure at heart

Now contaminated with sin at sight

The laughter of His voice made the angels dark as night

His voice alluring pure souls into weakness

Tragedy now His sanctuary

The earth no longer know its maker

The voice of the Devil now heard from afar

Coming closer, no longer can one tame a beast

Colder and colder as the day turns to night
Farther and father, His children moved to the edge of fright
Knees on the ground while Psalms are sung
A little too late, He has heard the prayers unsung

The darkest night, the gloomiest of days
When stormy weather came, it took the children's prayers far away
The truth kept on the far side of the earth
The wishes bound to treachery now heeded

The souls tormented, punishment enhanced
The forest now darken with the souls unforgiven
To light the souls floated but perished within balls of flames
The light now gone, eternity is never to be claimed.

Time passes and a person changes its path a thousand times

To a million places he tried to find the meaning of life

To a place now familiar with the passion of the deepest meanings

There is where he found peace to himself, his soul so alive

To the end of the earth his true love lies

The meaning of live so strange to him at times

Walking through the moments of pure isolation

He found his way to a secret place call tranquility at its best

Remembered when the time he tried to say goodbye

Through the crowd, his love aside

He whispered to the wind, the moment lost his trust

Precious moments never once found even though he tried

Through the pain, the sufferings bid him well

He now lies in the sea of hope when tomorrow arrives

Bed of flowers was his favourite resting ground

As he sees the sun sets and rise to the end of time.

Life is not coming back to me

It’s gone now, tomorrow is where I’ll need to believe

Life is tremendous but out of reach

Calm as the sea, my soul to rest but not by me

The sacrifice I made, tarnished

Held on to my life was my dignity and pride

Cause of pain truly was unfortunate

But that leaves me room to learn from my mistakes

Never would have thought my eyes can see the tardiness of happiness

Till it’s here, now it’s too late to salvage its kindness

Once treated as being cruel, mistake written in stone

Non erasable is the tarnished I felt, and the heartache inflicted

Come to me now the light through the darkness

Help me see, help me salvage my pride

Through the horizon there will always be a place of happiness

Reach it, I shall with the help of true benevolence

Time will never tell when my destiny will arrive

No distance will tell how far my faith initiates

Bottomless pit was how my dignity felt through the days of enragement

But will tomorrow show the path of righteousness? Who will truly know?

The Lady that can’t be moved

She walked into the room as bright as day
Unknown to the world is her darkness kept within
Her thoughts shined through, her corruptions unknown
Just a light that made everyone calm to her sight and her sound 

Anger hidden between her eye lids
The answers known at her finger tips
Who is this lady hidden behind a smile
What will her name be? What will she be able to tell? 

As she glides through the crowd
Not giving a piece of her history to anyone around
Suspicious, mysterious, the like but never vivacious  
Behind that masks of laughter was another ones falter 

As the world around her fades
She descends into a pool of darkness
Fading was the smile, her sound of sweetness
Laughter fades, tension rises, but her eyes was still mesmerising 

She’s everyone, everyone fearful of her being to come
She’s nobody, but yet someone speak of her like a familiar sound
She’s somebody’s child, she was born without perfection
Now she stands on earth to her own satisfaction 

Who is this lady who cannot be moved?
She never moves to the rhythm of the earth
Never moves to the sound of the wind
Battling her scars without a moment to heal 

Who is this lady who cannot be allured?
Not away from her stance so firm
Not away from her thoughts so fragile
But there she stands battling her will to survive 

Who is this lady who cannot be told?
Of the stories her past revealed before her
Of the seasons passed without a sign of her breathless tears
But there she keeps fighting, her victory at sight 

This lady before the world cannot be moved
She cannot be swayed
Pass her troubles; there is always her smile at bay
This is her story without an ending.

Her Story

The cries, the untouched songs in the memory of her past
In awakening of the truth came the echo of her strife
When will she learn, when will the fight end for her to surrender?
Till the moments fade, she'll never learn what was truly inside.

A love so pure once given to her by a heart so willing
Never did it ask for salvation but a mirror of her insatiable being
The entire scene was a crime waiting to be solved
But the witness now walked away with the evidence never to be found.

His conscience playing a mind game with a pure heart
Shattered was the hour glass as the mirror fogged up with his betrayal
The ocean flooded with the tears of anxiety of a crying heart
No where to be found was the charity of a heart that was once pure white.

Darkness cluttered the horizon as the sun failed to show its ray of colours
The moon descended only to peep through the clouds of disaccord
Truly there is still a mindful person who is a guardian to a pure heart
'Where is he now?' she asked standing at the edge of nothingness.

Stung once and she learnt never to trust again
Come twice and she'll start to fade away
The angels cried to her one night to surrender and retract
But her heart was too vain to close its doors from the matter at hand

An unforgiving heart never finds a way to forgive a dying soul
Clenched to her fist was her sorrows that will never find a home
She chose not to vacate for the opportunity of a new beginning
Instead she walked through the darkness endlessly to search for its ending.

Whose fault is it now, who is to blame?
Can't she tell that the burden was not for her to keep
As I count the days her sadness far too many
I pray that my life seeks forgiveness and never choose the life in vain.

Know my days, I'm counting down the hour of your soul as it fades
Walk alone through the darkness; the light dimmed from the distance
Switch my memories off, my soul rested ashore
Count on you now, my child, what can you bring for my all?

Your favorite tune, shallow as it sounds, was my voice
Calling your name, you cared too much of how it sounds
Walk alone now, go towards the sea where the breeze meets your end
Walk towards the edge, my soul should now be content

Fewer known moments of my screams towards your presence
Through the mirror; it shattered from your face
Can you see my tears of sorrow screaming out for attention?
No wait, you are at a distance looking in where I'm standing

Trust you know my feelings of anger towards your own
Lose my temper, search within, my tenderness subsided
My eagerness unheard; my wish list never had much thought of
Will the key I hold unfolds the emptiness upon your death?

What's troubling you, my child, what are you thinking?
Are you thinking that tomorrow is moments away?
Think of the memory you destroyed; the charity you've done in vain
What will love be but a touch of grimace never tender grace...

Your Gravity

Changing lanes, life takes off, but my memories remained
Lock the doors, change the locks, and never want it again,
Turn around, walk straight ahead, you are too far fetch to reach
Be alone, cry for me, draw me into your gravity, but never rain upon me.

Between the lines, you stood nowhere near me.
Neither right nor left; had you stand unheard
Nothing here to hold on to, till I found a way back to the beginning
Calling out, but no one heard me, the last time now, I'm fading...

Can one be the center of attention to a soulful being?
Not wanting to feel, to hold, nor to endeavour.
Just wanting to be lost in the moment and be found in an instant
Never want to fall into a hole to be forgotten

What should I do, to feel, to hold, but never to be attached?
Can I be self-detached from my sanity and fall into your gravity?
To be honest to my heart, to be honest to your soul, but never honest to your truth
One day in time, life will fall into place through the gravity of your home.

My heart craved for the time to let go
To a place unseen or unheard of
Opportunity awaits to see it being deserted
What for? I asked over and over.

A tragedy within a sane mind, oh how much it hurts
Through the pain came kindness but then it went away
How does one cope with the brutal betrayal of kindness?
Why does one even hope for a light at the end of the tunnel?

My judgement forsaken me, brought me to an endless qualm
Of endless nights, late mornings, and a sacred sanctuary
My doubt lies in the soul of a creation now destroyed
Give me back my freedom, oh I beg thee, give me back my soul

As I cry my heart out, show me mercy for tomorrow's coming
Tragedy end, please make me see the sun shinning
My heart sore bearing moments of equivocal uncertainty
Lay my heart to rest, oh please let it be...

Picture

My life is full of painted pictures of different scenes
Waiting for him to choose a picture he wants to be in
Chosen a picture of a distant character unknown
Begin the life of us which was terrible to follow

The functionality of my grace unheard of
Pierce the very corners of his guarded soul
For centuries untold was the creation of the picture
Now it fell in his hands in rapid rapture

The distance kept was never forseen as sincere
Through rough moments, dishonesty became its narrator
Hence the moment of unwilling circumstances
Causes the heartache of unworthy moments

Jumble the thoughts of a momentary rough story
As fate came searching for a torturous wound left forgotten
Could it be best if this story is left forgotten?
Or is this picture telling a thousand words that should never be heard?

Chosen picture unveiled for the soul to be touched
Torture for days was the soul seeking for its rights in his heart
Belonging was a moment too soon for the scatchy painting
Tomorrow shows its blues for the world to see its failings

Connect the scenery and unfold is the picture of tomorrow
Constrast to his heart the picture told of lives revolving his trust
Can he see that its never left the scenery where it began?
Can he see that with touches of memorable moments will review its secrets once again...

The normal heart beat of the tender heart
Oh I don't understand the sight of lust
For love come moments of peace
But for truth, the end found its residence naturally

Ponding on a secret unfold through the sense of time
Came along were challenges understood by you and I
Why then am I holding on to justice unjustified?
Can it be that memories is a soulful thought only within ones mind?

From the depth of the sea to the moment of a beating heart
Can I truly believe your wonders for it seemed vague to me
For love speaks its mind through the window of your eyes
Why then have I forsaken the truth you told and believed your only lies?

No longer tendering the soul of a precious mortal
Skillful as it seems but my wonders ceasing forever
A picture speaks a thousand words, oh so it seems
But faded memories is what I always long to believe.

I'm a lie living in your reality of my fragmented dreams,
Whisper were words heard only by the saint within me.
You shown me exhaustion by taking me through the journey of your mind
I need to stop before my aching heart turns into a breath of sigh.

Endorsing the moment of an inclining heart ache
Can't you see I live a lie only for you to be the truth
Your selfishness became my playground of indulgence
Only to be sold to the dream catcher from a periodic moment.

If I close my eyes tonight only to wake from this dream
Say goodbye to the memories of you and me held deeply within
Will you tell a single soul to commemorate my misery?
Will you challenge the thought of us to make it an 'I' for your own being?

Running through an ocean of ancient love,
My courage painted a simple truth,
The barring of my eternal life went back to my beginnings,
To the beginning of my created life unheard.

The damage of my courageous life unsung,
Till the day the sun rises just to set on my aching heart,
Can life be this honest to a sorrowful soul?
Damaged the positiveness of the outlook through ones eyes.

The dedication of music from a heartless soul,
Can this be forgiven from the bottom of a purist heart?
For once it cried in shame for the sins it claimed,
Forgiveness seek but none given in fear of shame.

Generation comes and goes to be forgiven all the same,
What's the difference with what I am and what I've not become?
Can one tell me the difference between the ocean and its breeze?
Didn't they come with similar taste in the music they bring?

The far end of my claim to entry into life,
Is the being of a soul less superficial in its light,
For once I'll lay my pen to rest in justice of its might
Will it write again will depend of the occassional fright.

Creation started the sight for goodbyes,
Tomorrow within was the fight of fright,
Justified was the moment of falsehood, never the truth,
Counsel the foreign soul but what's the point in the matter?

Just tomorrow the human race begins its struggles,
Paradise alone never shown to the face of the earth,
Screaming in pain were souls waiting to be set free,
Will the sun shines its ray of light to the freedom insight?

For the sake of being, will you turn upwards for survival?
For tomorrow's breath will be the breath for revival.
Could it be that, eye to eye we see the true nature of hatred?
And now our being will question the matter of creation.

For fairness, it screamed to be left alone,
For creation, once bound to be forgotten,
Tears of momenta scrutinised its very beginnings,
As the end is now so clear to be seen.

Will You Stay?

If I wrote my life down on paper,
Would you stay?
Would you run away?
Where time will tell the distance.

If I tell you my nightmares,
Would you stay?
Would you keep my nighmares away?
Or carry it together with your myseries?

If I tell you my worries,
Would you stay?
Would you tell another soul?
Baring the thought of me letting go.

If I tell you about my wholesomeness,
Would you stay?
Would you keep it for another day?
Or would you fight to see my horrific cries?

If it's necessary I'll tell you my way,
My lonely ways of living life for another day,
Now will you stay?
Or will you run just like every other did?

Beautiful moments set a sail for another day,
Could it be that in doubt there's where I find my memories,
The ocean sings its tune with the help of its breeze,
The bottom of its depth lies the tenderness of all that was meant to be.

Just one sight of faith, oh can I see,
Glance to the chapter of love and eternity.
Longing for a shot with the moment of truth,
When it comes, oh why do I forget of its scared heart?

Beauty, is it just a memory of a nonsensical word?
To lie ahead, so close to the edge of the earth.
If time travels pass, what would my past be like?
Would love slip ahead of time to set my dreams straight?

The joy of one's true moment can never be read.
What if life stays a memory trapped in an hour glass?
Will memories fade when times fade to the unknown?
or will memories portray itself in the future untold?

Referencing the past was my weakness,
History was my soul searching moment.
Counting the days of endless and confusing dreams,
Could it be that the hour glass was never once there for me?

Here Comes Goodbye

Tomorrow is just a word till it comes to stay
I can see it in my eyes the truth I held inside
Beside was my memories torn and wondering why
Now asleep was my head, my mind to rest

Why was it never heard or said
That life's troubles wounded unfound a cure
If I wish for the pain to stay again
Will the wounds heal and my memory then fade away

Yesterday, today and now tomorrow
But here comes goodbye
Now it will never fade away
As the memory came but vanish before I could even speak

Dark Angel

My life was drawn to a dream of a dark angel
Seeking the world with no hope but aching anger
Life to be seen in darkness the world condemned of its truth
But why me? Oh now I see, my birth was a lie it became forgotten

So be it now the lies within conquered my imagination
To hell I go with my sword held hight with likely war begin to unfold
I ceased the day of my final wrath
I slay the devil in my birth came so suddenly

Frightening how the world believe in happy endings and heavenly peace
My dark angel relinquish the darkest side of things
Now I see the world burnt to ashes and its souls yield in hunger
For truth to be told, but wrath just came and swept them off their shaking feet

To form a life knowing darkness is at sight
To abandon light was what my angel did in fright
Shinning star, oh what nonsense could come of it
Said my angel now, "come rest in peace"

Flowers on his grave,
What meaning can I gain?
Till the earth passes by its days,
I meant no heart feelings within.

Moments passed and his cries still heard,
No one knows besides me.
I cried for moments aching for acception,
But what I saw was just a moment of deception.

Trust my love will be sent to him,
In heaven now his soul has wondered to.
For a moment there I saw his face,
As now it vanished day by day.

Can the flowers laid on the ground be given to him,
He deserved a thropy of honour and compassion.
With his life dedicated to everyone near him,
Could life be once again touched by a true angel like him?

What lies ahead was my trouble worth no patience,
To the wounds of love that kept me alive at night,
I couldn't feel the difference between suffering and a fight,
What's more to life when it ceased to teach longanimour.

To continue that journey down the gates of humanity,
What keeps the candle shinning in the sight of death?
My tender heart wonders to the depth of moments unseen,
Moments of unanimity of judegment by securement.

Commemorate justice to its death brought sadness to the world,
No longer frowning but just the seclusions of your curse,
To the truth lies burried between emotions and hate,
Was the world now standing still till the nearest end?

I write of justice, of ends, of suffering, never love,
What's the purpose of tenderness when benevolence unheard?
Love comes at the end of the beginning of solidarity,
By far my troubles hold the sight of emotions blend.

Bypass the gates of all knowing and the controlling,
Destruction strikes as it comes undefended,
For tomorrow's moans will be uncovered by my sorrows,
Curses blown, soaking up the emptiness of rebellions.

Understanding the fear of life and its condolences,
Troublemakers stir the land of eventful disasters.
To be with power was once acted upon courage,
The genuine truth of power has now been vaguely explained.

Maker's Breath

The air breathes her name, so pure and enlightening,
The air seeks the truth of the pain in its sufferings.
Above there's war, below suffers now its wrath.
Time will show the mistakes made by the Maker's blood bled on the Earth.

May night be the center of darkness and the corner of dusk,
Just when does twilight shows its greatest when seek?
Through the breath of the Maker was the world once whole,
Now it shambles, it was cursed but never seem to understand its wonders.

The seed found its land, but the fruit may not grow,
Treasures once seek left unfound on the surface of the Earth,
But the time will show, that the Maker's treasures are meant to be kept sacred,
From the world that only knows material is the desire of the mind and soul.

Lightning strikes down at the heart of the forbidden fruit,
Growth came but sin took the soul of the crying heart.
The world needs more than ever, charity and forgiveness shown,
By Heaven's breath will one seek its path of eternal growth.

The hands of justice fallen to the one who seeks,
The one who hides, may the sword of treason fall upon its swelling feet.
Justice made and reinvented the life after death,
But would one know the outcome once taken its last breath.

Position the mind to seek out its craving knowledge,
But lust and gluttony showed the wounded so vulnerable within.
Treasures, oh how magnificent have it shown how one can get,
But will happiness come, now that the question is at hand.

Maker's mercy be upon the one who dares question its full being,
Its wealth and knowledge can never be known by reasoning,
It was once known of its power to magnify ones sinful well-being,
But forsake the love once so great but only to be destroyed by treachery.