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.

I seek therefore I found,
The truth lies between the darkest of site,
For once I saw the being I learnt to loathe,
Was beautiful but can never comprehend the very existence of thoughts.
For nights I listen to the sounds of ancient sermons,
For once I feel the soul baring a moment of endurance,
Truth be told but lost in translation,
Where do you go whenever the sign turn towards your forgotten moments?

I preach that the path to follow should end with you,
I never once walk the thoughts I believe to be my senses.
I regret the days thinking that night is day and day will always have its ways,
But to realize the night is my actualization of daylight.
For now I seek to begin a life where day light shines,
But happiness of the past unfolds at odd moments of time,
Taught to follow what's right to come to know what's wrong,
Whether to change that path, one will never know.

As another chapter closes, another begins to write itself,
Will I create a story referencing my past?
Which road should I take to learn my longing does not begin at far?
Will I come to the end learning that my life bores the pain with untended scars?
Find I will but found I will not be,
Just have to wait till the day my end will seek for me.
Justify my thoughts now, will you not?
As much as I want to be the keeper of my sanity,
It is not for me to say as time predicts the matter at bay.

A Dream within A Dream

I saw the memory of a warrior once lost in war,
He couldn't recall where he first came into it all.
Within his dream there was the dream of eternal peace,
But he can never fulfill what was within it.

For once he cried the tears of mercy,
For once knowing he came to a point of no return,
The roads that he traveled seemed distant from all,
His reality crumbled just to watch himself fall.

The voice in his heart strong but yet weak,
What was the voice saying, he could not speak of it.
Never once he knew how she felt,
The day he left in order to follow his assuming heart.

She always lingered but never there,
Fear the day she'll leave just to make him lose what was never there.
The fear so familiar as of his enemies,
This was her without intentions known to fear.

That warrior came back for a little while,
Just to see her passing him by,
Not knowing who he was but a distance memory,
Just like his dream within a dream... full of endless miseries.

Memories Robbed

The picture of us faded away.
It trimmed the edges of our shadows,
What does it mean, oh what does this mean?
All the thoughts I had all faded away!

Common cry for the nature so blind.
Could it be that after dark I'll forget ever walking this path?
Oh shadows please have mercy on my dying heart,
My dreams once complete but now the shadows torn them apart.

In a dark room with a pen and a paper,
Trying to write what has been lingering in my mind,
There is nothing, no memories of sort for me to savor,
A sad goodbye to years of a beautiful reality left forgotten.

I see myself struggling in the hands of time,
Trying to remember our every moment for awhile,
All the days we shared with memories made to keep,
But now the shadows came and robbed them away.

Forsaken was my trust in the future to come,
Just knowing that memories are easily taken away,
Trust no longer speak of it's meaning in my everyday,
As tomorrow comes, my memories will be once again burn to dust.

Truth and Lies

Lies within the sacred heart,
Oh how delicate the world is.
A flower blossoms on summer’s night,
A child’s been taught what’s wrong or right.

Tomorrow’s troubles became today’s fear,
Of sorrow within, happiness disappears.
Tell me now, oh sweet child, what have you learn?
What is it about life that brought to your concern?

A mother’s womb speaks the future of the world,
But on its very own, life tends to swirl and twirl.
On his own, dreams come true but never will be fulfilled,
When the day comes, he’ll know the truth for real.

Seek within your heart, one will always be told,
But what is it we’ll find when we were never preached upon?
Can one’s true heart be on the edge of forgiveness?
When just one very simple lie tore the truth out of its sockets.

Can it be that humans rely on instincts to speak the truth?
Or lies are told for shelter he seeks in its roots?
Can it be that humans preach god-fearing sermons?
But the truth comes only at the end of one’s purpose.

Oh sweet child, tell the angel the truth for your being,
Condemned your soul will be if a lie turns out to be a truth never told.
Sit on a bench on the golden field,
Now feel the world turn its back upon you for a truth never revealed.

Death, the irony to Life

Death, the irony of life,

Why can’t it leave without a trace?

Shattered moments to the living day of my last breath,

Change my soul as it shall seek its unforeseen happiness.

Grey as the time the sun fades its colours away,

The loving memory once lived but now left just in my train of thoughts.

Wishing well, oh, now tell me that no colour existed…

A tree stood still in the woods with lies from a confessor,

Beneath that branch was a history now lost amongst the real world,

Oh tell me now, sweet angel, who shall be next?

Call upon the gods of the heavens, have mercy on a peaceful soul,

Before it fades without recognition among the people it knows,

For once, listen to its words whole,

Judge fairly before deciding where its soul will go,

The existence phase after life where it couldn’t be told…

Evil

Unspoken dreams died through the theory within my mind,
Counting stars made easier for the bloom of evil night,
Tranquillity of my mind blemished with sorrow,
Let it be that tomorrow fall apart in treacherous will.

Condemn was once my soul for an angel to keep,
Evil within brought hunger for lust, not love.
Count the days now child, when will that be?
Till you meet eye to eye with the devil within.

Philosophy once told by the living soul,
Now where does it stand with the theory, oh behold!
Fear kept the dawn far upon its sunlight may bloom,
As blatant as a myth, loneliness justifies the sorrow of the night.

When thousand needles pierce through the joy once held together,
What was once whole, now shattered, torn and tormented.
Can it be that lies give birth to the new beginning of a forming truth?
Can reality take its toll in the world where evil never relinquish to unfold.

The moonlight shines into the waters of the dying earth,
The trees caught the breeze of the lonely winter,
The flower blossoms like a mother's first birth,
The ray of light came, portraying early summer.

The tender smile of a knight forced into desertion,
For once, were the eyes looking into damnation?
Favourable moments end into silence,
The silence broke the remaining darkness of brightness.

The angel cried, 'oh, help me great knight',
But night came into day only to steal its light,
Where the earth rumbles and the roots of the trees twitch,
Can that lovely evening once again surface?

Turn around was the angel who stared into darkness,
The knight waved farewell and left the place unimaginative,
For there will come a time that will happen in tomorrow,
Where the earth joins hands with heaven and hell left standing substantiative.