sleep to stay awake?

sleep
must it be deep?

i decide
today is not going to end
i still got things to amend

sleep
must i go do it now?

have been craving for it
when i was busy working
now that i got a grip on it
i can only look up at the ceiling

sleep
must it be 8 hours long?

asked the body it says no
asked the koala oh it is stoned

asked the moon that never sleeps
because tomorrow in the morning
the bright big star sun comes shining...

Awakened!
oh, that was a good one
was it on the sofa?
or did i hug a loofah?

Awakened!
the damn monotonous alarm
i heard it and boy that was no good luck charm.

Awakened!
no i need not be
let me be transported in the current of my dream.
i do not want to be
please let me sleep and stop them from calling me a wimp.


wake up my dear
sleep or awake
you'll soon experience that quake
where your life will be shaken
and one day everything will be taken
but your head held up high
for you are stronger now to make it happen.

sleep now my dear
sleep or awake
you can still have those dream
big or small, fat or slim
chances are even if you are a wimp
just believe and be true to yourself
it will come true with the help from HIM.

..but GOD knows where i misplaced it.

writing a note to God
i used my words that flow from my soul
it will never ever be overflowed.

Dear God, here's my note
for today, yes I've been writing everyday have I not?
I've been reciting too, from one dot to another dot.

writing a note to God
today and forever i mourn
and yes thanks for choosing me to go through this pains
for it make me someone very much grown.

Dear God, here's my note
even my family thinks I'm a fraud
oh this tears are hot it burns
and making my heart to rot.

is life easier for other people
or they are just better at faking it?
why my veins they are bleeding purple
when everyone has theirs normal and fit?

is everyone has their heart at home
when mine is trembling searching helplessly
and i will never complain to my mom
for i know my heart belongs to GOD only.

no one knows the pain
but i know after all this what have i gained.
though all of you are scared to dance in the rain
i was the first to waltz and tango with feelings putting aside the pains.

..she loses things, and good grief we found him.

from the past
he revisits.
not with a basket of fruits nor flowers
but just his sweet self
no never sour.

weird
how life can be twisted
but it's not awkward
its just rare and not normal
for those who are a coward.

don't judge the word coward
i'm just making it rhyme
though i literally mean THE word.

you knocked into our door
not to help or sell from door to door
God sent, maybe?
who knows and maybe it is.

utmost gratitude i have for you
for being there in my time of blue.

no words left remaining
i can only offer you these cheap words
and also for you i will never stop praying.

..but hope NOT to lose her.

Like a stallion
I stood next to her like a minion
it's always feel like a family reunion
every time i have her around.

Like a bird
she has opinions like the bird's eye view
but even that can't help all of us to face things through

Like a lily
she blooms and fall
wearing the pants for every occasions even to the ball.

Like a child
the heart always want to be loved
but covers them with a bag of gloves.

She's a warrior
without those heavy chain mail, armors
she reads, she sleeps, she eats and to herself she murmurs.

She's a warrior
Don't tell people about the tears
and blood that shed while she saves
the ever growing heart of life that now she has.

You've cursed me like a thunder
storming the fields of grass
when all i could ever do is to cover my face with a shot glass
Yet your love gives me the ray of light
after the rain when the clouds parading covering the sun.

p/s: ... do I have any other options but to love YOU?! *hugs and kisses*

..and i don't mind 'em if it gives me blisters. C'est la vie!

sisters? blisters?

i bought the idea that we are sisters

well at least i was the one

to put plasters on your back

when it's full of cuts and blisters

my hands are bleeding

the cut I got while i was kneading

where are you? I'm now kneeling

would you hand me just any sort of thing?

we used to run around together

using spoon instead to spread the butter

what's up with him? What's wrong with her?

things happen, and when there's too much sugar

the sweet caramel turns bitter

you are who you are

I am what I am

stand by me even from a far

but as i took the wrong direction

you are no where near

what more you put me behind bars

forgive me I can only ask

forget me if you decide to

cherish and accept you were never a big of a task

nope not gonna force you even if i need to

friendship remains and only tested when a man

choose to stay by your side

even when you choose to put fire

to your very own pair of hands.

..but never my charm. *grin

..it's part of its charm. 

 

Why is life full of pain?
… it’s part of its charm.
Without it you will neither learn nor gain
and forever you’ll be in your own set of arms.

happy reading and reflecting!
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they asked which comes first
chicken then egg then chicken
then later comes which is worst
to eat the egg scrambled or the freshly fried chicken..?

our bare eyes never have witnessed
little miss curiosity that kills the cat
but we did see a man at his most excellent of finesse
shot by anticipation, rotten just like a dead rat

the beautiful flowers last for few weeks
and why is that a symbol of love
is the heart of lovers is said to be that weak
to hold the thorny roses there’s a need for glove..?

why are there rainy seasons and dry
summer fall winter spring where the birds freely fly
why do we have reasons and then say goodbye
and willingly lie and then starts to cry

the pain life offers, have trust in God that it is good
to have it taken for it is the soul’s share of food
a journey with no agony is no dive
into the life that give you the chance to dance the jive!

Take a leap into fate’s hand
be strong and held your head high
no matter what mountains are in front of you my friend
close your eyes and believe that GOD is bigger and
what are you waiting now, learn and starts to fly!

..so I rewrite them.

This post (posts) of mine on February 14, 2011 are a collection of those "good' ol' memoirs I have been put to go through. Feel Blessed. For I am inspired. Never get tired.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evETS8_WFGE

..and I have to accept if fate doesn't choose me.

let be 

let her be
let her love from a far
don’t blame her for that
never blame her if she decides to go ahead

let him be
let him stray away
de-rail from the promises he made
maybe who knows that love never have fade

things happen for a reason
let us all live for the moment each and every season
though it hurts yes no doubt
but trust me friend for we are just driving in a round about

love revisit from time to time
darn Pinky, how do i get this to rhyme
but i do not even bother
cause the one who gave birth to me is my mother

even with family love can die
what more it is from another stranger who dreams to fly

hold on to HIM, for eternally He loves you
even at times, well most of ‘em
you forget, lost tracked and couldn’t find contact
of HIM and the inner you…
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This is what I do when I feel no dream can come true.

..and at one time, I almost lose my soul.

the tingling sounds that you hear.. 

 

late at night
unlike those nights

have you ever wonder
and do you still ponder
that when you lie down
that it’s the last you ever found
yourself breathing … sniffing like a hound?

smile..
you still feel light headed while
your head laid down and you sigh
what if… you are dying when you are living high
would you smile or would you rather cry
but why?

cry for you is what others would do
smile for you maybe they are happy for you?
for it’s the end of all the pains and the blues
or simply because they’re gonna miss that girl with worn out shoes

people talk about the worldly life is temporary
oh this life is full of contrary
nope, not Many cares to go to the library
unless their life is painful and scary

looking for hopes and clues
well, she’d say ” I want to lose all the blues”
and for that preparing herself to let loose
and commit thyself to HIM whose
hands created us with love without bruises.

greeting you a blessed new year
another chance HE gives us to be better Another few days HE’s forgiven us
and now let’s put our faith to love and put HIM first.

*salam maal hijrah

P/S: *This was written on the eve of new year in the Islamic calendar.

..so I chill and let the air flow fuuh-ART-ly

...this my friend, is speechless.
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You whispered “Let it Out..”
Then you asked to just “Let It Out.”
Of course later you SHOUTED “LET IT OUT!”

But some say “sshhh… Don’t”
And some willingly won’t
But this is unfair!
It’s just another form of air.

They say better in than out
But Mr.Medicine man told me otherwise
What’s bothering you with that cute pout?
It’s your world too and it’s your life
So just LET IT OUT, there’s no other device.

‘ffuuuuhhh…..’ *sniff sniff* nothing to be in view
nope, try again - you’re losing it
then ‘PRROT’ a notorious grumbling trembling sound
now THAT! Little bit more till you make it

To put ‘Fuh” to the ART takes a courage
to be a man to do it is outrage
so just FART and be done about it!
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.. sometimes even my heart!

Your heart pumps the "O-two", streaming through every parts of your body. And what if it stops?
You stop to feel. You stop to think. You feel numb. But worry not, as numb as you get, your words would just flow following through, creating a hole of lightness.
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who does it belongs to?
Matt, Abu or Tim from Timbuktu
no not that Ferrari or the horse cart
it’s a story about the heart

oblivious to the world
the heart speaks for itself
but it got stabbed by the brain?
or the mouth filled with grain?

but never the eyes..that’s the door to the heart
where one can shoot in straight like a dart

is the heart telling the truth?
or it got tricked by the mind of the blues?
forsaken the shield of the heart
and to render one’s desire
the heart grew flames with fire

a wise man once i heard ‘em say
the love to God is truly through men

hearts of gold hearts of brass
and tell now what about hearts of glass
who holds the love of everlast?
keep in mind to just love Him
and believe me not - it gives you a Blast!

need it not the help from a lover or a friend?
need it not the help of the mind?
need it any help of God?
for the heart - yes our own heart
belongs in the hands of thy Lord.
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..even myself.

There are times where a great tidal wave just hit and you got nothing left but yourself along side with words.
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Maybe I’m just an appetizer
Maybe I’m just the backup dancer

Once used to be THE ballerina
Now to dance just for my nana

What if I’m just the dessert
then that’s a sign for alert

am I just at the back of your mind
or my name is being reminded at a certain time

to be needy is the last thing to feel
what to do when the feeling is real

withdrawal is always not what we want
but then again, you’ll soon get that from THE one

assurance from one sounds simple
but to have none grows loads of pimples!

so tell me God if i were sent
to this world with many kinds of men

to just make people smile when they cry and for just awhile
and then be left alone wondering in the wild?

if that is the reason why
then i shan’t ask God the power to fly

remains myself to keep being blind
by all the love once come into mind

let time holds and brings you out through life that’s hard
you’ll see lights shoot through a scarred and shattered heart

..so i write and have 'em virtually

ollo
Feeling high and soon be low
i'm so clumsy and so
no need journal diary
coz' i'll write them here o...