The Rise

Run you must, when they say the only way is to walk.
Speak you must, when silent was the only way to talk.
Jump you must, when being still is the way of the flock.
believe you must, when all them way seem blocked.

The rise, will not be locked.

Making a start

I woke up with a fire in heart,
so eager to start.
I know not where laid my path,
but I am here at last.

Allow that fire in my heart,
let me know how to start.
Allow it to illuminate my path,
I pray that I can last.

I must go with all my heart,
by choosing as a start,
of path,
never picked last.

I Look Upon You

When I look upon you,

May the flowers of spring,
choke me to death.
For they are envy,
of that look I did not gave.

Allow my blood to flow to my head,
looking on the after rain sunshine.
That bow of colours,
look exactly like how you smile.

The summer's breath,
warming the soft sand where I sat.
Tenderly petals of waves,
singing me soulful jazz.

Allow me to wear you love,
the cloak you always gave others.
Let your warmth span the world,
because your compassion was never little.

The autumn winds surf over the grape fields,
wine made best with these.
The tingling pleasure bitter and sweet,
drinking on and on with ease.

Let me sway on the see saw,
going back to days of dreams and play.
That child we always forget,
joyfully innocent in your eyes they lay.

Your heart a fireplace,
Going strong in cold nights of winter.
The pure white angelical snow fell,
not in the heaven you will be forever.

Love will never fail,
to give love and be loved.
For happiness that goes eternal,
I will promise you, I will rise above.

Oh when I look upon you.

Dedication of a minute silence

On the table of sturdy union,

There sit a bowl of rice,

Served cold, and sad,

For the beloved and departed.

A death, had been.

A gust of almighty wind,

Came, gone, of sudden,

blown to the west.

Blow together are dusts of sorrows.

Speck by speck ripped his heart,

From it a river flows,

To his eyes of pale stare.

His puzzled eyes,

Of purest sadness,

Grabbed out merry me.

His empty gaze,

Clouded by a mist of grieve,

Looking straight into dark abyss

Of what may have been.

Do grieve then of resounding grieve,

Be sad then of unmending sadness,

Do mourn then of touching mourn,

Be weak then of bleeding weak.

The climb back will be tough,

As no man should do alone,

Nor alone would you be.

Let the song of him played the loudest within you,

Of blood, bones, heart.

Let him be remembered how he walked life,

Of tall, firm, grace.

Let him not be forgotten,

Of how he smile, laugh, live.

Let the light of him shine in you,

Of happiness, care, love.

On the table of sturdy union,

There sit a bowl of rice,

Served warm, and merry

For the beloved and parted.

A life, had been.

For you,

My friend,

Dearest you are,

Stronger you will be.

Once, my one and only

Reaching the bank overlooking,

By the stream of crystal clear I sat.

Believe not what I am feeling,

My hearts ache and I wept.

The dark clouds above drizzling rain,

Of angels, they too wept.

For I had inflicted pain,

For what my heart had set.

Once,

Through that stream you arrived,

I wonder what brings you to my bank,

It might be that smile so beautiful,

Without it o my heart sank.

You then sat by my side,

Bringing more than everything to my life.

Your being makes me alive,

Your love makes me survived.

For we had built so many sunshine,

And crying over so many sunsets.

For we had love under the starry night lights,

And hugging over so many regrets.

For we had seen tender fireflies nights,

And kissing over so many passion.

For we have been losing all our fights,

And gone silent without any notion.

We promised to weave that boat tight,

Which would take us to the sea.

Or build that bridge to the other side,

Bringing us to where ever it may be.

Now,

It has been tough,

To lose sight of what we seeks.

Of sea maybe rough,

Of path don’t know where it leads.

Cloaking ourself with our own mind,

Not letting the other know, what should have been told.

Chocking ourself with our own lie,

Leaving our love within our heart, nowhere to hold.

For I had go cross to the other side with that bridge,

To go be what I hope to be.

For you might have reached your river with that boat,

To go seek what is in that sea.

I hope you’ll find that horizon, which embraced you,

Be strong to again long for that warmth.

And I’ll find that tree, which would cover me,

Be strong to leave this bank after I wept

I will never forget that smile of yours,

which coloured my life.

Dedicated to once, my one and only.

The Kopi shop

The scent of old wood

Mingling aromatic wonders

Of kopi and teh.

A deep breath of bursting aroma

Charring thick

Send tingles deep

Deep to the soul.

Of white bread marriage

With mellow saltiness

And passion sweetness

Forever balancing

Of two in love.

On marble firm and smooth

Sat on round of nostalgia

The tingling cold of marble

The comfy warm of kopi

How we need to enjoy

As how our surrounding gives.

At its ear your fingers fit

Slowly you bring it to your lips

To kopi you blow for sake of blowing

And sip with your eyes closed

Fulfilling your body with its warmth

Traveling through channels reviving you

And it always end well

Exhaling true enjoyment

Every step of the way.

From far I see

He blazed of whitish tucked singlet

Black pants held high up

With golden belt of yesteryear

Warn out through time

The best he wants to wear.

As wrinkles as his shirt is his forehead

Of so long providing for family

He is a man of hardship

Trembling while he walks to serve

But he never stop walking.

He is giving out happiness

With every cup he made

With blends of love

He once shared with his dearest.

He lays his tiredness and loneliness to within

Not to others which he loved

Which he welcomes with eyes of joy

And the most beautiful laugh.

With the always calming ‘Hoyyyy’

Within his heart he chanted gladness

For his mind saying

‘Here comes my love’.

Im always that little child

Who always run to you

For that warm embrace

I missed so much.

I’ll celebrate your life

Within myself I will

Within this lovely kopi shop I will.

In memories of grandpa.

I Played!

Let my fingers slits between yours,

Lay down bare on the piano.

Let my whisper woke you up,

Let’s play! Let me play!

It goes like waking up,

Hovering still the dream last night.

My eyelids stay close,

Glimpsing the dusk that never sets,

Overlooking mountain of lush green,

Listening to melodies of waterfalls,

Soaring through the dimming clouds,

There you’ll be, you be.

It goes like waking up,

Let them sunlight shines,

Shine as bright they blind.

Through the slits of my window,

Bring fourth your travelling kisses.

So softly showering my soul,

So sad it would only arrive again tomorrow.

It goes like the afternoon,

They burn, they burn so.

Burn off my skin they do,

And my salty tear make worst.

Blackening my sight,

I drank that bitter wine.

Shots and shots of sorrow,

Never fail to kill my now standing soul.

It goes like the evening,

The sky goes through the most awe.

Bursting with feelings of joy,

Burst then is my heart with love,

Fly then is my soul with love,

Grow young then is my body with love.

I love you,

Pure you.

It goes like the night,

Them darkness slipping in.

The weakling stars,

Shown how beautiful dark could been.

I cozy under a small lantern of warmth,

Given by you with love,

Goes given me everything,

Everything goes wonderful,

When there are you,

As my everlasting ending.

There you are!

Listening to me playing,

Of misses,

Of joy,

Of sorrow,

Of love,

Of peace.

2/7/2011, 12.51am. with music on my ears, and a heart to love.