Wednesday, August 31, 2016

the nation's independence day


You don't have to cry
When the years have gone by
Leaving the memories
You lived through with it

The nation's independence day
We are 59 years old as a nation
Looking back through history
We have much to do to correct mistakes

No doubt time has changed
Those years we lived as a nation
With colours we were proud to paint
Not like today the piling of different poles

The corruptors must be jailed
Find them charge them in court
Let no favours should be granted
The nation doesn't need these leaders

The cry of independence day
The light must show the way
The sparkling of lights in our eyes
Of the young we hope of a new

when age catches up


When age catches up
The dreams once we have
Sometimes it happens
Sometimes it disappears

We sit and remember
The miss opportunities
Why we were afraid to take risks?
Why we weren't ready to take the balls?

We sit and remember
We sip coffee, tea or milo
Sometimes fresh juices and snacks
We take a bow to the time gone

We also remember
We can't take it all
The ones happened
We enjoyed its fruits

When age catches up
We count the losses
We count the wins
But life still moves on


the busybody ministers


The busybody ministers
Nothing to do with them
They want to say so loud
Insulting our minds with it

The busybody ministers
Don't they have better things to do?
The shame on our nation
They should do go and make it right

But no they want to be busybody
Insulting our minds with their lame excuses
Why not let the target person answer?
Why they want to reply?

The truth will not run away
It will come home to roost the nest
By then the liars will realize
Bamboo River is singing

Words easy game to play
Don't let it entangle your tongue
When the truth clips your mind
So stop be a busybody


the nation feels the pain


The nation feels the pain
The flash floods when it pours
The goods jump high in prices
The greed and corruption rule

The people say
Enough of it
We have to change
Before we fail our nation

The will is there
It is us to decide our destiny
Don't let our fear make us fail
The nation feels the pain

The road line is still there
Guiding us to seek the light
The will is there
It is us to decide our destiny

The choice is in our hands
The change or run away?
The nation feels the pain
The will is there

standing at the ferry terminal


Standing at the ferry terminal
Listening to the waves ringing
Kissing the shores with splashes
The eagles fly high to its own

The taxi drivers wait
The tourists arrival from the cruise
Hoping to get business
But organized tours all packaged in

The windy wind whirring in my ears
The years passed through so quickly
Time to go and take a bow
Let the waves salute the goodbye

It's my time to go
The last look of the island
Home for many years
It will ink in my memory

The eagles fly
In the sky of bright sky
I will be a long time
If ever I return to the island

the bamboo river calling



The Bamboo River calling
Ah Mo1 Ah Mo1
When are you coming in?
The band is playing your song

Do you hear me?
Don't you run away
Be a man come in to play
There are many who want to try

Ah Mo1 Ah Mo1
Do you hear me?
They too want to learn
The commerce tricks you play

Come right in
The Bamboo River sings
It will play your game
Don't you run away

There is something wrong
When you don't show what you have
You let your silence sentence you
Do you hear me?

This is Bamboo River calling
Ah Mo1 Ah Mo1
There are many who want to try
Don't you run away

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

maybe it is the raging hormones



A woman of 5 kids
She marries again
Her new man in her life
A boy of 18 years old

There is no rule
What has gone into it?
A boy of 18 years old
He wants to be a daddy

What life does he know?
He has seen it all?
Why must he believe it?
Maybe it is the raging hormones

The legs are still shaky
The foundation is still weak
But the boy of 18 years old
He thinks he can fly

A woman of 5 kids
She marries again
Her new man in her life
A boy of 18 years old


bee anne can't stay forever



Bee Anne can't stay forever
It has its time to the nation
There will come a time it has to go
The time is nearing its end

Bee Anne has dug its own hole
It is time it has to crawl into it
Close the door and sleep forever
It has caused too much damages

The nation of people
Many colours many faiths
Many cultures many memories
It's always on the divide and rule

Bee Anne grows fat and clumsy
It forgets its early years of struggles and harmony
Now it is the bad song of divide and rule
With laws to back up its vocals

The nation of people
The good ones recognize it
Bee Anne's time is nearing over
It digs its own hole to fall in


yesterday gone

Yesterday gone
There is nothing we could do
The time ticks away
Leaving its line of memories

The politicians say
To make the crowd happy
On the ground of fences
The divide of the minds

Yesterday gone
We missed the opportunities
The fools we may have been
When we fail to take decisive actions

The nation plead with us
Don't let her strip naked
Let her have her honour
We mustn't fail in our quest

Yesterday gone
There is nothing we could do
Today we have our time
The time still ticks away


in the park of green


In the park of green
With trees and shades
The early women arrive
Bicycles and motorbikes
They group together
Stay a while to exercise
The patterns rise in the early morning
They will do the aerobic movements
Anyone can join in
Join the crowd do the exercise
The morning of fresh air
It's the time to stay
In the park of green
With trees and shades

the world of wolves


The world
The good and the bad
The beauty and ugly
They come together

The religious strife
Wanting to be the best
The cloth of differences
The harmony seems disappear

The line of defence
Stay tolerance and upright
The good deeds will make it
The differences will be gone

It is only the wolves
They pretend to run with the pack
Inside the inner souls
The evil dwells to strike

The harmony and joy we share
The smile and laughter in the air
The good people and holy men
They pray hard for peace to stay

But beware of the wolves
They will pretend to run with you
Behind your back there is the evil smile
Don't lose sight for the wolves will strike

the steps to heaven the stairs to fall


The steps to heaven
The stairs to fall
When the grace is withdrawn
The flow of tears

The leaders must have honour
The leaders must have dignity
The leaders must have honesty
When leaders tell lies, the devil will smile

The people mustn't be blind
The people mustn't be fools
The people mustn't listen to the liars
When they do, the devil will smile

The nation will shiver
When good people hide
They are afraid to take sides
They play the devil; they play the god

But all are not lost
The young generations come on board
With fiery speeches and upright principles
There is still hope the nation will be saved


the senate



The Senate
The form of curry favours
The Senate
The losers will win

The rejects enjoy
A second stint
Laughing at us
Yesterday losers today winners

The Senate
It has no positive value
It is just a mere rubber stamp
Our tax monies better put for better use

The Senate
Is our reserved goalkeeper
But it fails us allowing goals to score
They get the publicity; we get sored

The Senate
A place for yesterday
Today it smiles on us
We have to pay

he has no face



He has no face
He has sold it to the Devil
Everything he has been into
He plays like an innocent child

The hard day's work
The NGOs go out to do
Trying hard to bring the message out
It still finds hard to get through

There are people refused to hear
The ears are covered with dollar bills
It rings so sweet they sleep forever
They think it will last for generations

But the changing times coming
No devils can hide behind walls
The light will strike them out
The rolling pins will crush them

The hard beats are ringing
The Devil has no place to sleep
He has to show his face
Face his sins and fall to the light

Monday, August 29, 2016

when good people forget to help


The changing times
The nation needs it to survive
We can't play quiet hoping the best
It will never happen
When good people hide behind doors
Afraid to make the efforts to change

The crooks will get the free flow
When the police are compromised
When good cops hide behind doors
Thinking of their rice bowls afraid to say
See no evil; hear no sound; play dumb

The changing times
The nation needs it to survive
We can't be pretending it never happens
It is there documented for all to see
When good people forget to help
The crooks will get the free flow

The changing times
The nation needs it to survive
We can't play quiet hoping the best
The nation will cry every night
When good people forget to help
The crooks will ge the free flow

the broken hearted souls



The broken hearted souls
They carry with it in life
They can't mend it
It stays forever in time

Don't try to amend it
It can't be made good
The scar will stay
Forever in time

Don't try to live with regrets
It makes no positive value
The magic has gone then
Go find another rainbow

The broken hearted souls
They carry with it in life
Don't try to amend it
It can't be made good

everyday is new beginning



I don't have to live with regrets
There are many if I care to write
It is better to walk in the sweetest memories
It will bring a better positive value in life

We have our regrets
But don't let it cloud our minds
The world is full of shits
We don't need to join the wagon

Look around us
We see too many go wrong
We don't have to live with regrets
The passage of times have gone

We should sing the joyful times
Let regrets be memories of lost years
We may have learned our lessons
But sometimes we do forget

I live with the time I have
I am not going back to past years
Today and tomorrow hold the smile
Yesterday is gone everyday is new beginning


freedom has a price


The galloping horses
Quickly jump out to the field
Bolt open the doors finally free
The burden knocking heads

The open field of pasture
They feel so good to run
Hard on the galloping
The wind of fire blowing

The trees of shade
The chirping of wild birds
The galloping horses run
Breathing with the wind

They pull to a stop
Near the end of a hilly slope
Breathing hard looking down at the valley
One horse gallops away

The phobia grips its soul
Running back to the stable
Licking its short free ride
Staying back to enjoy free food

The remaining horses look sad
Knowing the hard life ahead
They bring it back and gallop down hill
Freedom has a price so be it


the ring in the ears


Where is love?
I can't find it
It has gone
Follow cash is king

Where is lust?
If love has gone
I can't get it
Follow cash is king

The ring in the ears
Nothing comes out of it
There is no word to listen
Follow cash is king

Where is dignity?
I don't see it
It is chained deep in the mind
Follow cash is king

Where is hope?
Sleeping on the waves
Listening to the whirring wind
Follow cash is king

Where is love?
I can't find it
It has gone
Follow cash is king


the steal of the night


When the lights are low
I don't see the shadows move
Quietly through the windows
As the night of cars revving on the road

When the sun goes down
The demons wake up to roam
Playing souls who are greedy
Taking souls who are corrupted

When the lights are low
I don't see the shadows move
The bad hats quietly steal
The wealth of the nation

When the lights are low
I hear the soft crying
In the park of shadows
The bad hats steal the hearts of lovers

There is no escape
When the sun goes down
The demons wake up to roam
Stealing hearts of lovers and souls

When the lights are low
I don't see the shadows move
Quietly through the windows
As the night of cars revving on the road


feel the wind sing


Fly eagles fly
High in the sky
Feel the freedom
Feel the wind sing

Fly eagles fly
Don't be greedy
The hunters on the ground
One wrong move you are history

The divide of loot
The unfair practices all round
On the ground the eagles change
Into greedy and corrupted birds

They forget to fly
They don't feel the wind sing
They only hear the gold coins ring
In the ears of vestal virgins

The fallen eagles
The disgrace in the flock
Fly eagles fly
Don't be tempted

Fly eagles fly
High in the sky
Feel the freedom
Feel the wind sing


Sunday, August 28, 2016

the wrong turn in life


The wrong turn in life
It may spell the end of time
The long walk to darkness
It will take a hard look to return

How many will have it?
When they breed easy living
Without a care about tomorrow
The wrong turn in life

There are stories to tell
In the crimes of history
Why they turn into wrong life
When they can't take the hardship

They see the way of the bad
Reach to its depth to play it
They can sing while it last
They show they still have

Regrets many will not say
The way where life leads
Born to live and die
In between a decision has to arrive

The wrong turn in life
It may spell the end of time
The long walk to darkness
It will take a hard look to return


the boss and his workers


On the floor
People rushing in
Time is ticking
Everyone seems a hurry

The doors swing
Every few seconds
The crowd keep walking
Some will run in

The doorman smiles
He knows why
Some will be late
The red faces in the office

Some take the lift
Others take the stairs
The lower floors easy to beat
The time then waiting

The Boss arrives
As usual late in his office
He can afford this little luxury
He doesn't need to rush the traffic

The doorman nods his head
The Boss says hello and walks in
The office by now are busy
The day has began

The Boss and his workers
They need each other to survive
In the world of businesses
Nobody should claim it alone

in unity it brings brilliant ray


If we let it stays
What we will be?
The old story never ends
It's still the divide and rule

We say it is enough
The division on race
When a race fails
Don't blame others for it

We are put here equally
We are born to live and die
Along the way we must do good
We mustn't divide the basket

The many colours rising
The reflection from the sun
In unity it brings brilliant ray
But one race just forgets

If we let it stays
What we will be?
The old story never ends
It's still divide and rule


the cheese on the table


There is no way
The rats can hide

The cheese on the table
The classic trap of greed

Oh why the trap?
On the table?

Are you afraid?
You are hallucinating

Me? You must be dreaming
See anyone around here?

The house is clear
There is no noise

There is no way
The rats can hide

The cat hides behind door
Smelling the rats in the hole

The cheese on the table
The classic trap of greed


our rubbish her gem of cash


The Malay woman drives her kancil
Parked at the garbage area under shade of trees
Every morning or late evening
She will sweep the area make it clean

Sometimes she sits on the throw away sofa
Under the shade she waits to collect items
She knows which ones she can resell or recycle
Our rubbish her gem of cash for the day

She doesn't mind sitting there
She wants to earn her living
Sitting at home get nothing
At least here she may find her cash

Our rubbish her gem of cash for the day
She will arrive every morning or late evening
Parked at the garbage area under shade of trees
She knows she will do something good

the mind of chaos


The mind in chaos
It will bring misery
There is no doubt about it
No matter how it is explained

The little devil hides
Playing his toys keeping quiet
When the heat feels unbearable
The crying to get free

In the rush to do
The mind forgets to think
One fatal mistake it will make
The whole life in hell

When the deed is committed
The time will move on with it
The crying over spill milk
It is all too late

Don't live in shadows
Don't imagine things aren't there
It is a wasted time and energy
It brings no benefits of time


the waiting for embraces


The daily days
The lights shine
The nights glow
The wait for embraces

There is no satisfaction
There is no hole to hit
The jackpot still empty
The throwers don't play

The daily days
The feeling getting numb
The nights seem to howl
A lonely wolf in the wild

In the empty well
The rain never fall
The empty hollowness
The fire in ashes flow

But the hope remains
The praying for the rain
The satisfaction has to come
The holes must come to play


Saturday, August 27, 2016

the river flows

The river flows
The debris it brings
Floating with all kinds
Sometimes the dead too
Little by little the dirty swells
The smell isn't sweet no more
It smells of decay in the water and mind
The dead fishes floating up eyes staring wild
What it is? They all seemed to say
The humans have forgotten to take care of the land
They bring destructions from the hills to the river
In the religious places of worships
Many will attend and pray for tomorrow
Out of the praying sessions
They fail to see the sins in their eyes
The dirty and dead water in the river
They don't take immediate actions
They think nature will take care herself

But the rain fall in late night
Bringing more yellow mud and debris
Clogging the river mouth
Rising the water flooding the town
There is a lesson to learn
Don't forget responsibility
Nature expects us to take
The full measures on the land
We can't ignore our sins
It will come to claim back
Nature will not stand its way
The sins of our days must be paid

The river flows
The course still remains
We shouldn't forget
We will have to pay
The old stories will return