Life is you
It is you
What do you get
From a mindset that was set
To be forever in debt
To your death
When you can be fully alive
When you can choose to breathe and give life to your life
And see
As the sun rises
Life nourishes
And feel
As the storm comes
Life destroys
And yearn
As the rainbow emerges
Life nurtures
And witness
As the night withers
Life kills
Still
Why then do you shield
Your bills of beliefs
Don't you see that
You and me are We
We are life
Life are we
We are unique
We are on our own
Yet we are one
And we are the same
Therefore we are never alone
Everyone is a creator
Nurturer and bringer
Be it in our heart or desire
Be it in our physical world
Life that we created
Are well kept alive by our attention
Belief and determination
And this is our choice
And this made us what we are
For we are above and beyond
From what we would imagined ourselves to be
The things unknown to us are not to be feared
For we can band together and strive
And order our destiny to our choice
Yet the choice falls upon our individual self and not from others
Because we are life
Because life is us
Because life is you
It is you
Friday, May 06, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Love is ambivalent
The utmost of human impulses
The ultimate object of love
Should be the universal power of union
Sexual love
Or common understanding
Even partnership
Where the composition
Together with the decomposition
Of thoughts
Merged into an entity
Literally
Some would contend that it is the lover
Not the beloved who gained virtue through love
And the romantics would profess
That love of the soul
Equates to love of the body
The concept of love is easily ambivalent
Because love of beauty
For instance
Is not really about one's love towards that particular beauty
Rather
It's one's infatuation
To the ideal of beauty
Skin deep nothing more
The ultimate object of love
Should be the universal power of union
Sexual love
Or common understanding
Even partnership
Where the composition
Together with the decomposition
Of thoughts
Merged into an entity
Literally
Some would contend that it is the lover
Not the beloved who gained virtue through love
And the romantics would profess
That love of the soul
Equates to love of the body
The concept of love is easily ambivalent
Because love of beauty
For instance
Is not really about one's love towards that particular beauty
Rather
It's one's infatuation
To the ideal of beauty
Skin deep nothing more
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Growing Up
I like it when watching babies
Getting up from their small fall
Not knowing what to do
Either to cry or to carry on reaching for the ball
Growing up that's what they do
And so they learn
I like it when watching small kids
Playing hide and seek
Oblivious to their parent's going ons at home
They don't have answers for questions that reeks
Whether there'll be enough to eat tonight
Or them being the voluntary pacifier, physical or otherwise
Growing up that's what they do
And they be told to learn, to wise up
I like it when watching students
Fresh from their big exams
Stepping up to life's demand
For love, lust and pride
Yeah, and they learn alright
For growing up that's what they do
And they started telling their friends to learn, to be wise
I like it when watching everything collides
It gives me somewhat a sense of power
To watch and observe
As if by watching I gain the experience
Alas
It is me who failed to learn
Me at my most cynical
Laughing and watching
When wisdom passed
Right through me
And I yearn to learn to be wise
Getting up from their small fall
Not knowing what to do
Either to cry or to carry on reaching for the ball
Growing up that's what they do
And so they learn
I like it when watching small kids
Playing hide and seek
Oblivious to their parent's going ons at home
They don't have answers for questions that reeks
Whether there'll be enough to eat tonight
Or them being the voluntary pacifier, physical or otherwise
Growing up that's what they do
And they be told to learn, to wise up
I like it when watching students
Fresh from their big exams
Stepping up to life's demand
For love, lust and pride
Yeah, and they learn alright
For growing up that's what they do
And they started telling their friends to learn, to be wise
I like it when watching everything collides
It gives me somewhat a sense of power
To watch and observe
As if by watching I gain the experience
Alas
It is me who failed to learn
Me at my most cynical
Laughing and watching
When wisdom passed
Right through me
And I yearn to learn to be wise
Monday, January 03, 2011
Live and Let Live
Living vicariously
Yeh, it's tweetily trendy even
Famed by your own thoughts
Although deep inside it was eerily eerie
Yet everyday without fail
You marched, armed with your desk, lap or any top
Browsing for the same thing
Falling into the trap of the century
Drained from spewing contradiction
Extinguished that wry affection
Stand straight now
Try conjuring some new notions
Come on, hurry now
Swallow that pinch of salt
For your revolution
If before
You listen
Never arguing
Never having any say
Where you function
Merely so
For exhibition
Now is your future
Call your own self
Call for it
Order yourself to be present inside
Long has it lost its way in the forest
Come
New life
Walk
Tread on your own path
Start with a smile
Step on them
Squeeze
And jump on them
Don't stop jumping
Until there's no more air
Like watching a rose die
Like watching an idea being put off
Nothing as ever satisfying as watching something wither away
Living triumphantly
With no regrets
Yeh, it's tweetily trendy even
Famed by your own thoughts
Although deep inside it was eerily eerie
Yet everyday without fail
You marched, armed with your desk, lap or any top
Browsing for the same thing
Falling into the trap of the century
Drained from spewing contradiction
Extinguished that wry affection
Stand straight now
Try conjuring some new notions
Come on, hurry now
Swallow that pinch of salt
For your revolution
If before
You listen
Never arguing
Never having any say
Where you function
Merely so
For exhibition
Now is your future
Call your own self
Call for it
Order yourself to be present inside
Long has it lost its way in the forest
Come
New life
Walk
Tread on your own path
Start with a smile
Step on them
Squeeze
And jump on them
Don't stop jumping
Until there's no more air
Like watching a rose die
Like watching an idea being put off
Nothing as ever satisfying as watching something wither away
Living triumphantly
With no regrets
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