June just passed away like a tide in the ocean
June passed away like a dream that never come to reality
June passed away like a wind in the rain
June passed away like a snake without a trail
June passed away like the late King who never leave his footprint behind for his successor for follow
Words are not enough do depict how much I
hate you
Ever since you entered my life
Life had never been fun
I have always been sad and pale
With your malicious plan you took all my friends away from me
Now I have no one
But hatred for you buried beneath my heart
I promise to bring love into my life once again
I will not let you ruin it for more
And give me so much pain again
My life is only mine
You ruining it for me is not your right
I will fight you out of my heart
Till the day you are out of my sight
I used to be a loner
always moody in my shelter
with thought of love never stopping by ever
as I couldn’t find my special lover
Then I met her in one winter
for hours we sat and whisper to each other
like old friends we were, I remember
funny that I could find a soulmate in a stranger
Then I thought I had found my partner
someone I want to live with forever
while my love has grown deeper
and life with you has never been sweeter
Listen to me my child
Life is not a bed of roses
Neither it is a bed of thorns
Listen to me my child
Life is not a platter of gold
If you cherish gold go dig the ground
Listen to me my child
Success won’t be served to you on a plate
Work hard to have success on your plate
Listen to me my child
A silver spoon I cannot pass unto you
For I do not have one for my son
Work hard! Maybe you could get one to pass unto your children
Listen to me my child
Life won’t always be the same
There is always the other side of life
Listen to me my child
Time is always ticking
Don’t forget the passage of time is wide
Listen to me my child
Be moved by the picture of the future
Rather being carried away by the pleasure of the present.
Had I known yesterday would become an history
I would have written a better story
Had I known tomorrow would be a mystery
I would have avoid to let it end in misery
Had I known today is a gift
And the reason it’s called present
I would have enjoy every bit of the moment
O unbeautiful things
What are we to forsake you?
What are we to abhor you?
If we can’t adore you
You are just beauty in another form
O unbeautiful things
What are we to define you?
Who are we to judge you?
If what we see is the ugly side
When the beauty is hidden within
O unbeautiful things
Who are we to name you unbeautiful?
If we can’t see the beauty ugliness
Even the unbeautiful have helped sometimes
Beautiful pain,
Isn’t that how the birth of a child ugly?
The fight for justice is ugly
But the outcome is beautiful
If you find the ugly in the beauty
The beauty in the ugly you will see later
Nothing will be different
Just equality.
Open your ears to my blabber
Take heed to all I utter
They are not meant to flatter
Neither to get you fluster
The society is judge by class
Only the wise can pass
Live like a fool
Avoid being taken a fool
Fall not for the man with a sweet tongue
B’cus the taste will never last long
Wine will never make you fine
Tears will never bring you cheers
Don’t live making impression
It could bring about your depression
Don’t be locked in the room of tension
Don’t be fool by false emotion
Know the worth of your thought
Be mindful of who you let into your hut
Always keep the doors shut
The world is too much with us
little we see that we are not strangers
our social class may be different
and our belief quite contradicting
but fascinating enough we share the same sky
The world is too much with us
Little we know we can live without
bridging the divide and avoiding social conflict
after all we share the same sunshine
The world is too much with us
Little we hear about the untold truth
six feet below the ground
is where we all be put to rest
Come out of it
out of your delusional prison
where you have been cornered
forcing yourself to be
who you aren’t
Be who you are
accept your true identity
be the real you
not who you are forced to be
Be like a flower
always watered, fed
guarded and admired
but harnessed in a pot of dirt
Be you and let
your divine being flow
flow like the water running
down the stream
I’m not sorry for my heart
that it must remain disgruntled
for it can be alive a thousand times
infinity is abysmal and wide
I’m not sorry for my heart
but oh! My body that must go
back to weensy drift of dust
without the love it longed to feel
The Pen Creative World 