The Light

It comes and goes,
it triggers something uncertain,
it get so out of hand,
it is like a curse,
it is like your disturbia.

It does not go away so easily,
it desires to consume,
it desires to creep around you,
it like the creature of the night-
that doesn't go disappear.

A world of yin and yang
there is light and-
there is darkness,
there is good-
there is evil,
there is male-
there is female,
and the list just goes on.

It exist within the depth of-
your human mind and soul,
it consumes you when unaware,
it lures you into its web,
it stings you so beware.

You shouldn't be careless,
for it will leave you heartless,
it fills you with its coldness,
it will also leave you breathless.

My dear,
you shouldn't give in,
you can be stronger,
let the Light enter,
ask and it will be answered,
give Him a chance to heal your scars,
and yourself a chance to repent and redeem.

Let the Light be your guide,
only then you can see that glowing star in the night.

The Window

I'm looking at my window,
attempting my fingers to work,
I'm just looking out of my window,
doing nothing in particular,
thinking of nothing in particular.

Then I heard the birds chirp,
they sing as one,
they fly as one,
and when they are done,
again they chirp,
as one.

I see the wind pushing the trees,
the trees are swaying now,
like they are greeting the wind,
again I hear the birds chirp.

I closed my eyes,
I imagined,
something is lingering in my mind,
something in front of me
that I couldn't reach,
its so near yet so far,
then I woke up of my dream.

Again I look out of my window,
Again I force my fingers to move,
Again I am doing nothing in particular,
Again I heard the birds sing.

Number 1

1 is the loneliest number,

I heard it before,

I am that number.

I have other numbers beside me, yet

I don’t feel part of the equation,

I’m only number 1,

Even my mathematical pal said so.

I said before my solitude is my friend,

Yet my enemy,

I’m number 1 but not a winner.

I’m no one special,

I’m a bore,

I’m that last puppy that none wants to adopt.

Even though I felt this before,

It is still hard to come back here again.

Time

As time goes by,

The ticking of hand hop by,

I’ll be standing here with a sigh,

Waiting as the time pass us by,

As I stand here and hear a lie,

I will not say goodbye.

Crying and Mourning

In this life time,

We cried and we moan,

We cried for those who couldn’t,

We moan for those who couldn’t.

This world is filled with hurt,

When sometimes happiness doesn’t work,

Sometimes we need to search in every nook

and cranny for joy.

Farewell to all ye misery,

Toss out all thy unhappiness,

Be joyful as much as ye can,

For we only have this moment.

My Solitude

My solitude is my own,

My solitude my friend,

My solitude my foe,

You gave me loneliness,

Yet you gave me solace,

I am distant from others,

All I have is nothing.