life is never constant

Life is never constant

The journey will evolve

The times will change

The circle will return

You can feel regrets

Of the past you have gone

You know you can't do anything

The bridge has crossed

Many fail to realize

The past is just a sign

A tombstone to remind

The web of our times

Today and tomorrow

The life it will come

The past is dead and gone

Don't go back but just to remember

The web of reach

The patterns will be formed

In this journey life will take

The past will be left behind

where are the boys once i knew?

Where are the boys once I knew?

The village echo rings in the mind

Once the sound of laughter and joy

The games we played in our times

The village gone into memory

The faces hard to remember now

The boys have grown into men

The games too have disappeared

The footprints can't be found

The signs of our times

It has gone into history

Of a village once I knew

Where are the boys?

The faces gone in my mind

The years just flashed away

In memory of a village I stayed

the wake up call

When will it be?

When will be the time?

The wasting energy

On the speculation

The day is approaching

The minds have made

The people want to change

It's the moment to make history

The colours in our minds

The belief that it will shine

The day it has to arrive

The change we have to find

GE13 the hope we have

The wake call we mustn't fail

The march to make our choice

We have to change

the sisters

The sisters

Watch them glow

The narrating stories

Of the time they knew

In the kitchen

The place never disappears

The sharing of jokes

The time they spent together

The years may have gone

The web of separate lives

When they meet the stories to tell

The sisters the time of their lives

The time passed through

It has no broken line

The bridging gap always stays

With sisters there is no separation

the old friend gone

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The old friend gone

In a time of his life

He couldn't wait

It was time to go

He didn't want to say

His goodbye to his friends

He wanted to go on his terms

When it was time to let go

The last of his breath

Surrounded by his family

The sun and moon gone down on him

He was ready to let go

There was a time

He wanted to stay

Then he knew

There is a place

The paradise in his mind

He knows it is there

He has to go and feel it

There is no time to say goodbye

the rocking chair

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The rocking chair

It never stays still

The years the old man retired

He still wants to pull the strings

He still hungers for the power

In his hands once he knew

The party and coalition he led

He just couldn't let go

The fading star

The declining sunset

In his eyes

He just can't take it

He has to meddle

The way to his will

The legacy he wants to hold

Slowly disunited in his mind

It's time the people see

The rising sun for our needs

The march we need to change

Burying them in the bin of history

the smell of falling grace

The ship anchors at the sea

By the rocks splashing waves

The fishes swimming towards it

The smell of falling grace

The tilting edge

The shouts and screams

Every one on decks

Eyes glow wide in fear

The power going

The pulse seems disappearing

The leaders put on a brace face

They know the falling grace

The web of fear

Now the leaders know

What they have been doing

The circle comes back

The ship sinking

Bee Anne leaders live in fear

The pumping heartbeats

The web of doom spreads its heat

you don't say goodbye

You don't say goodbye

You take what it is there

The next day you walk away

Leaving the blues for somebody's else

You will say words of honey

You don't mean a word you say

You just want to take what it is there

Before the time runs out on you

Casanova is your way

You have no heart maybe no conscious

You just go for the one night stand

You lie and take your prize

When it is over you walk away

Put a smile on your face

You don't hear the heartaches

Of women crying and the losing pride

The women fall to your sweet talk

The lonely way they feel in their lives

Pretty ones and alone waiting for guys

The easy way for men's of prey to entrap them

Casanova is your way

You have no heart maybe no conscious

You lie and take your prize

Put a smile on your face and walk away

the addiction of a habit

The money flow

The people will know

The good times

So they are told

Under the calm water

They don't see the raging current

Of the debts eating into our lives

Of a government which pretends

Dishing it out

Like water falling in

The web of deceits

The addiction of a habit

The money flow

The colours in our eyes

We shouldn't fall

We should change

the strays

The strays

They don't go away

On the streets

On the back lanes

They do business

In the garden and porch

The strays just climb in

Putting its marks

The strays know

The wrong place

They will run

Like the thieves..

The marks

The strays do

The marks of Zorro

It disappears quickly

gangnum dance

Gangnum dance

The young girl gets into the act

In Narrabeen she gets the hot news

Dancing happily with her dance sequence

She hops around

Galloping along

On the smooth floor

In the internet glow

Her little brother

Smiling at his sister's antics

It's gangnum style

He wriggles his small fingers

The eyes move around

Izzy goes on her dancing routine

The long hair swaying along

Sebastien smiles kicking his legs

the shadow of anwar

The shadow of Anwar

It spreads its wing

On the face of Amno

Snoozing its brain

The eyes can't sleep

Opening wide to see

Is that its shadow?

On the ceiling walls?

The black roads

Amno goes to try

Creating negative news

To bring down its former deputy

The hired troopers

In the cyberworld to spread

The cauldron of negative flows

Of Anwar and his shadow

if we fail to change

The day will come

If we fail to change

We will cry for missing the chance

The opportunity to make it shines

The debts of the Nation

Bee Anne has find no way to change

It is just going on a spending free

Until the debts over $500 billion

The bad management of the country's wealth

High borrowing eating into our daily lives

Bee Anne painting a glossy picture

The hidden costs burying the Nation

The web of the noose

It is tightening its way

The day will come

We will cry for missing the chance

This election is our chance

The only one to make it bright

Bee Anne allegedly put in place

The illegals to vote them to power

If we don't wake up

We will bury ourselves in debts

Into the land of bankruptcy

The bed of roses we can only dream

don't live in the past

Don't live in the past

Of the events that had passed by

Maybe there were mistakes

Let's it be gone in memories

The future lies ahead

What you are going to do

It is there of a new page

It hasn't been written yet

Here lies the web of interests

Something you don't see as yet

It is in your endeavours to make it happens

Of a future life which lies awake

So don't live in the past

It never can help you

It is wasted time and energy

Tomorrow is where a new page begins

why keep waiting?

Why keep waiting?

The day has to come

The exit too will arrive

There is no way to hide

Why keep waiting?

Dangling statistics

You want to look good

The alleged incidents you hide

The more you wait

The damaging results will arrive

Every few days something will shoot out

There is no way to hide

The rain of publicity

The dubious voters on the list

You don't say

The RCI had heard

What your party did

The leaders of past and present

Why keep waiting?

The day has to come

horror in paradise

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A 15 years old rape victim

She was sentence to 100 lashes

Instead of protecting an innocent girl

The court in Maldives lashed at her

The public flogging of an innocent girl

Of a rape she didn't plan to happen

The court never showed compassion

An innocent girl got 100 lashes

This is the horror in paradise

The tourists flocked there to beach and sun

It is sad the court of men

Innocent victims will be harrassed

She has to live with her trauma

Of being raped wasn't enough

The court had to impose 100 lashes

It was a law turned bad

The tourists better don't go there

You will never know what will happen to you

The court had sent a chilling message

You better go elsewhere for your holidays

where would you be hard to say

Once when I was young

There was labour recruitment

On the faraway island of Christmas

Many young men were willing to go

The young adults in the village

They went for the interview

They hardly knew where is Christmas Island

As long as they could land themselves jobs

Many failed to get through

It was a labour intensive job

Working in the sugar plantation

It wasn't for the weakling

My eldest cousin got the job

He was muscular built young man

He left his village and settled there

For decades he worked for his future

One day he returned

He came to find himself a bride

When he found her he went back

In Western Australia he stayed

The last I saw my cousin

It was 4 years ago..

By now he has grown older

With his family staying in Oz

Life was tough he said

In the beginning working in the sugar plantation

In years he managed to stay on

Until he is relocated to Perth

Life isn't all bed of roses

Only a few who could live with silver spoons

Majority work hard for a living

Make the best of it don't feel regret of failures

we have to worry if we don't change

The baskets Bee Anne used

The 3^rd world countries to tell

How good we are with its efforts

South of the border close one eye

The city State of no natural resources

It flourishes in leaps and bounds

Why don't Bee Anne leaders compare?

South of the border a better basket

Bee Anne can't

It will show how backwards the reasoning is

So the 3^rd world countries in its baskets

The country folks can be fooled so easily

The city and urban folks

They know what is happening

No statistics will web their views

They know what Bee Anne did

GE13 the mandate to change

We don't have to worry about tomorrow

We don't have to worry about fear

We have to worry if we never change ourselves!

those were the years

Those were the years

When the young tried to hit the big time

Imagining what they could do

Living was what they thought

Education was a chore

Crushing numbers physics and all

Words of English and Literature

It got all tangled up in a web

Nothing was making money

The pockets were empty as the days

Window shopping but no money

Dreaming about it waiting to get away

The older people would say

“The time will come don't get in a hurry

When the day comes you will hope it never

The wrinkle faces the salt and pepper hairs

No doubt you will make your money

The tools you learn and experience

It will not buy you back of your youth

It is the bargaining of life you will see”

The young would think

“The grumpy old folks what they know

We want to conquer the world....

Though it is just across the road”

The adults of fancy cars

Women and laughter flow

“Man when it will be our turn?

Greasing the streets and the joy?”

The years would come

Some got into troubles gone to jail

Others worked hard to get what they wanted

Some never made it they died on the fast lanes

The years just gone

The older people advice came

“It is the cycle of life

You can't escape the web of it”

the part timer

The youth of our times

Some gone to the wild

Others tried to make a living

In whatever ways it could be done

Those were the times

When demands weren't so high

Fussy people but a few

Either ignored them or played along

During my younger days

I worked part time in a gambling den

Free food and some allowance

Tips from the workers...

One worker sitting beside the boss

He would scoop all the coins under the plank

The noises and cluttering in the den

Nobody paid much attention on the cashiers

My duty in the morning

To clear and clean up the den

In between I would find a few dollar coins

Enough to get a good meal and a show

I was lucky to just to hang around

In the gambling den lighting joss sticks and fruits

In between making Chinese tea...

Lucky me I hardly gone on my errands

One day a police party came

The whole area was busted for illegal gambling

Every one ran everywhere

The whole group was caught

A few months later

The boss paid the fines

In the magistrate court

That ended my part time job

My form teach came

Rokiah is her name

I was missing my class

Finally I went back to school