Abuse

TRUST
The people had Entrusted you
And placed their Faithful Trust unto you
In which their Willful Trust you had Abused
To those people that you had Abused
Who had earlier Entrusted you

CONFIDENCE
The people had Confident in you
And placed their Confidence unto you
In which their Confidence you had Abused
To those people that you had Abused
Who had earlier Confided in you

APPOINTMENT
The people had Appointed you
And placed their wills by Appointing you
In which the Appointment you had Abused
To those people that you had Abused
Who had earlier Appointed you

ENTRUSTED POWER
The people had Empowered you
And placed their Delegated Power unto you
In which the Entrusted Power you had Abused
To those people that you had Abused
Who had earlier Empowered you

PEOPLE'S POWER
Those were the People's Power reflected in you
The Bestowed Power to safeguard citizens from Abuse
Those Vested Power cannot at all times be Abused
And the People were not meant to be Abused
By the People's Power embodied in you

UNRULY POWER
The people would Strike against you
If they were Brutalized and Oppressed by you
And if the Unruly Power were brutally enforced by Abuse
To these people that unjustifiably had been Abused
Will deliver their Final Judgment onto you

Night of the Night less

tonight...................................................................................................tonight
was night less......................................................................were fast draining
the skies seemed paled..................................................the hours into slumps
even the fairies fell silent........................................when all had seemed lost
lamenting over the sullen skies...................twilight had glowed in the above
time fidgeting in perpetual gestures.....the skies were freed from its dimness
and the stars had refused to appear..........and fairies dancing to stellar lights
as if the world was mourning..........................a soul had been saved in grace
over some secluded reasons...................................by a proprietor of nobility
veils of cast out linens...................................................in the aura of mankind
shrouding above...................................................................spirit resurrected
watching eyes...............................................................................in the role of
in the sky..............................................................................................humanity

True Eyes

thus through these eyes that we see
is the eye of the eyes
when all that has faded
and darkness has entailed
would soon enclosed
this world's chapter
choking is the gloomy
soulless heart of men
and the loving eyes
has thus been blinded
the sky would soon
seek the very ground
and the world the end
the end of all men
in these eyes which
refuses to foresee
are yet unbounded
for the spirit of love
will always prevail
that given by one
to the other
soon entails
is the
eye
of
the
eyes
blinded
to all colors
then will they only see
that universal hidden path
in which is called humanity
there can never be any greater love
than in those true eyes called humanity

Poetic Symphony

These words are a poetic symphony
for it was meant to be
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gone were those days of yesteryears
knights would come charging through
in rescue of pretty damsels in despair
where men in chivalry would pledge
for their very lives and very soul
in sovereignty of knighthoods
in those solemnly given
and in faith

These words are a poetic symphony
for it was meant to be
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it only embodies the good intentions
the never ending quest for humanity
rather than ones personal glory
a conglomerate of join efforts
in search for the ever spirit
of the mankind gone
a strayed

These words are a poetic symphony
for it was meant to be
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thy friends and thy neighbors alike
on these uneven grounds that we
are all footed and rooted to
are the common grounds
for common people
to gather and
unites

These words are a poetic symphony
for it was meant to be
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are we merely the passing winds?
through vast land of empty terrains
till we realized our very existence
for we'll always be the has been
as society would change
through time & space
do we affect or be
effected by it
aghast
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amicably
come what may
of the hour and day
thus on this borrowed time
never was there any doubts
that it was really meant to be
for these words to be of symphonies
made out of all the united people under one nation
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HUMANITY

SoulCalibur

In solemn we state
Through all the decades
In the name of God we Trust
To this believe we always must
Until our very last breath and might
When we would part this world's sight
Let our written passage streams be yonder
Be it our pen slashing as the mighty Excalibur
Flowing from the deepest path of the inner truth
To clear the vagueness of paper as our solemn proof
Cast it fatally upon darkness where evil demons dwells
Glow thy eternal lantern and counteracts the witches spells
Thrust thy light saber forth from the deepest spring water well
From the deepest parts of thy Soul let the Excalibur propels
Hail the mighty Excalibur, Sword of the ever light and just
Swing your swift blades onto the massive evil you must
Let your might be cast upon the belly of men's lust
Who lurks about for preys from morning to dusk
Lit this world for the loving peace for all men
For every child born to be living in content
In our heart you would embody within
The sword within us our pen begin
When soul and blade is of one
Where consciences is done
Our SoulCalibur relates
In our solemn state

The Matrix

I had walk the distance travel
to that far corners of the world
beyond the earth that I'm footed to
to a distance valley and the sky asunder
seeking to find wonders of God's creations
the beauty of nature in men, country & places
to behold within my grasp for moments of peace
to seek & offer the comfort zone of loving friendship
FOR THE EVERLASTING P E A C E and H A R M O N Y
walking that long miles and recalling the many disillusions
men's soulless heart painting the world with bloody red paints
the childless souls born without families maybe to the end of time
recalling back the anguished of everlasting war in the name of peace
a dog eats dog world they say
best men wins as it may seem
the powerful rules the day
the weak remains the slave
the rich gathers greed
the poor gathers sorrow
the strong whipping lashes
the weak screaming in pain
the world is nothing but a matrix
created by men's own doings
Beyond that of compassion
Beyond that of God

Haiku on Humanity

when one man's hurting wounds
that the other had meant to inflict
INHUMANITY

Societal Haiku

when one think only about himself
and stop thinking of others
SELF CENTERED

Gandhi

Gandhi his name
Mohandas K. Gandhi
'Mahatma' they called him
India tried to proclaimed him
But Gandhi belongs to the World
The simple brown man in loin cloths
He was not born as a brilliant painter
Nor that he was a ruler of any land
But one thing he was for certain
He was speaker for mankind
His passion for humanity
A free spirit in life

GANDHI

Destined to lead
He stood for justness
Born to serve the people
He didn't boast any wealth
Died having served a just cause
The simple brown man in loin cloths
Gave his life in the name of humanity
But society tends to forget his work
And in principles he had left behind
As history soon repeated itself
For men have yet to learn
From the true likes of

MAHATMA
GANDHI

The little man in loin cloth
But when he rose was a giant tall
Renowned and recognized by the World
For all of his unspoken contributions and efforts
To restore some sense of sanity back into the society
To unite the people, despite of their believes and religions
The Indians, Muslim, Sikhs, Christians and Jews had loved him
Because he was a promoter for humanity and peace was his beliefs
The colonial empire hated him for his courage and determination
Had bruised his skin, broken his bones and had him imprisoned
Neither of these broke his spirit for purpose that he foresaw
The people loved his determination and strive for unity
Others hated him for standing in their end purpose
To divide the people and to gather richness
At the expense of the mass sufferings
A human bondage to the many
Living in the sense of dying
Until they were freed
From the bellies
Of human
Lust

MAHATMA

'The Great Soul'
The people named him
Some would call him 'Bappu'
Meaning be 'Father' to them all
Started his earlier efforts in Africa
And later went back to free his people
Most importantly to free the human spirit
From the tyranny and of the deprivations
This simple brown man in loin cloths
He went into hunger strike twice
Until the mass killing stopped
The people had then learned
To love instead of hating
The human qualities
And of conscience

GANDHI

A name in history
One would remember
He had to bore the pains
He didn't boast any wealth
Gunned down for his believes
He died but his spirit would live on
In those fighting for the same cause
Gave his life in the name of humanity
Society today tends to forget his efforts
And in principles that he had stood by
As history would soon repeat itself
The repeated hatred and killings
In men's heart until this day
For men have yet to learn
From the true likes of

MAHATMA GANDHI
'MAHATMA'
(THE GREAT SOUL)

He does not belong to India
He belongs to the whole World
For the World of the human kind
The World of humanity and compassion

Backbone

Backbone constructs the important main arch of the frame
It holds one steadily so as not to go swinging by the side
It can straightens up a person to go on walking steadily
You will be walking to places where you want to be
Backbone is very dependant to everyone’s survival
Without it one could go swaying by side-to-side
To have gone left instead of going to the right
To have gone right instead of going to the left
One could possibly be living without it still
But you would have to be bedridden for life
To be dying in the senseless mode of living
A lifetime treacherous lesson for not having it
So you see my friend, how important it is to us
To have a backbone so as determine our directions
Backbone must be distinguished from a Bone at the Back
Two of a different kind, to have given its proper meaning in life

The Night the Turtles Cried

I would try best to write of this land on this night
That this diligent pen would be my tireless sight
The hour had long been gone leaving me in a fix
But the ocean tides had enticed me to the shores

I would envisage this land of white sandy beaches
Sea breeze that would propel perpetual thoughts
This land a docking pedestal for leather back turtles
Dawning their toddlers on these sand centuries by

Tonight my mind were restless over the wild uproars
From the massive beating drum of motorcycle chains
The city youngsters roaming this land ghost rider likes
Spoiled brats from the seeds of the bling bling nations

The rumpus was clearly too wild for the gentle reptiles
Abandoning this land of the wrong currents and tides
Journeying to other land for safety of their progenies
For their tears would always be for this land they love

The Crab Walk

There's this old Malay folklore
……About this crab & its kids
……………Trying to teach its children
…………How to walk a straight path
………Daddy crab said now to its kids
…”Children, follow like how I walk”
There the daddy crab goes
….Stepping from side to side
………The eldest kid crab argued back
…………Daddy, you ain't going in straight line
………………”You're walking in a zigzag way”
……………Daddy crab annoyed and said
…………….”Hush now, you ain't know none”
………”Just follow like I tell you to do”
…Daddy goes on, walking the same line
Walking in a zigzag way from side to side
…The other kid crabs were just too scared
……To be telling their daddy's groove
………They just follow the zigzag way
……………And tries not to anger their daddy
………………Tailing their daddy, zigzag they go
…………………As time went by, those kid crabs grew
……………Had their own kids to raise up too
……And they be teaching the same thing
………”Children, follow like how I walk”
…………There the daddy crab goes
…………Stepping from side to side
……………Time after time, it had repeated
…………………New daddies would say the same thing too
………………………”Walk on straight like how I would do”

Ragged Cloths

I envisaged myself to be a beautiful model
Be it Mary Jane Blythe or Naomi Campbell
I try my best to dress the way they would
Only in these ragged cloths, I think I could
I wish I had the lavish that other child has
With things I have, I would make my dress

I sew these neatly through all night long
Wishing them would be the evening song
Where I would sing the enchanted tunes
With the hope the birds would come soon
To feed the gracious birds from my hands
With seeds of love from the harvested land

I wish for the clothing I have will make do
As the evening grace would see me through
Hoping they could see me through this cloths
Ragged and shaggy from doings of the moth
Attending the evening party in these frowns
Enjoying the companies in natures crowned

A Man Called Prejudice

i hate BLUE
but i can't hate BLUE
cause the sky is BLUE
nevertheless...i HATE blue

i hate GREEN
but i can't hate GREEN
cause the veggie is GREEN
nevertheless...i HATE green

i hate WHITE
but i can't hate WHITE
cause the cloud is WHITE
nevertheless...i HATE white

i hate BLACK
but i can't hate BLACK
cause the nightfall is BLACK
nevertheless...i HATE black

i hate YELLOW
but i can't hate YELLOW
cause the sun is YELLOW
nevertheless...i HATE yellow

i hate BROWN
but i can't hate BROWN
cause the earth is BROWN
nevertheless...i HATE brown

i just hate to HATE
but i do what i DO
i'm full of HATREDs
i'm called PREJUDICE