get up in the morning

Get up in the morning

I see the lights shining through

A new day has arisen

Blushing rays of golden smiles

I can hear the cars zooming by

On the road going elsewhere

I hear the dogs barking in the day

Draw the curtains peeping to the scene

The glorious morning of life

I see the lights shine to my eyes

This is the gift nobody could refuse

The gift of life marching on

The mountain mists of white

I feel good to be stay alive

Watching the floating the white mists

Imagine of angels floating by

Get up in the morning

I see the lights shining through

The whistle of the wind in the air

A gift of life nobody can refuse

don't ignore complaints

The complaints fall on deaf ears

It will not see the light of days

Until a shake-up is in place

Until losing jobs knock on the heads

Too many complaints of a same subject

The civil servants should take the proper actions

Get the superior in the loop and find out why

It doesn’t have to wait for months

The enforcement officers must walk the rounds

Make it a day to drive the districts or areas

With the complaints as a map in the mind

The solutions can be easily found and done

The illegal dumping sites

The illegal burning of plastics

The continuous open burning

It affects the air quality and health

The civil servants should walk the rounds

The complaints must be taken seriously

Don’t wait for the moon to fall out

By then damages have been done

the full moon

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The full moon

The bright golden rays

The lust rings in the air

The sexual rituals in the mind

The echo of the sex drives

The wolves in men will change

They will not be aggressive

They will dream of the romantic pursuits

The touches of Tantric sex

The women full of hormones run

In the full moon of bright lights

The women will turn into seeking poles

The sexual drives in the full moon

It makes the silence rings of fire

The burning of sexual energy on the run

Seeking of release; seeking of embrace

The full moon

Let the ring of fire glow

Let the nights be the romantic interlude

Flow in the rituals the sparks in the life

life's problems

Life’s problems

Nobody can solve it all

It will be hiding in the mind

Playing up its bag of tricks

Stay focus on living

Let the mind play its game

As long as it stays underground

Life’s problems will stay in darkness

Do not let it grow

Plant its root spread its evil way

Once it is allowed to grow

It will be hard to put it away

Stay and be jolly

Live the world you were born to enjoy

Don’t let life’s problems knock you out silly

It is your own fault to fall the victims

Life’s problems

Don’t end like a Superman

There will be hard knock

Face it squarely and look straight in

the sex predators

The sex predators

On the ground they seek

The young girls in their wake

They seek to stamp their marks

The law can be bought

They have the monies to talk

They hide it behind the religious veil

They know they can escape

The sex predators

They don’t care of the harm involved

They seek to satisfy their craving lusts

Of the young girls in their hold

Once they have the girls

They don’t care what others say

They show the marriage certificates

At times issued by crossed the border

The sex predators

The authority must act firmly

If need it amends the law

No need to show hands of powerless

the day the black magic died

The day the black magic died

Along the dust after May 9

The powerful ones had fallen

The wind blew them away

The 32 bits the leader had

In his pockets he couldn’t let it go

He finds it hard to keep it a secret

He has to face the knock on his keys

Now the conductor will hit the score

The fat keyboards will ring out loud

With the vibration hitting it high

The public wants it to be in orange attire

The whisper in the wind

The sound will be known far and wide

The day of the black magic

It died on May 9

Now the fat mama

Waking up at 12 midnight

The sound of the wind whispering

She isn’t far behind

The roar in her ears

She knows the score well

She can’t tell her tales

She will be suit up in orange

the love affairs

The love affairs

What has it to do with the police?

It isn’t criminal or break any law

It is a private affair

It should come under the religious authority

To investigate the truth of the matter

Defamation to oiled a person’s reputation

It should be in civil court to handle it

Maybe it is under defamation

By nature of the police report

Of the false reporting to tarnish a reputation

Seriously if it is love affairs it has nothing to do with the police

There are many crooks in the former government

The police should start rounding them up

Many are living beyond their means

The wealth is suspected in public eyes

So, let love affairs be

It is a private affair

It has nothing to do with government

It has nothing to do with the police

cry baby cry

Cry baby cry

Daddy isn’t cool anymore

He digs himself into his mess

Drowned in power forget his root

Cry baby cry

Let the people hear you do

You don’t seem to learn

Daddy isn’t cool

The stakes are high

There is no way to escape

The sins of greed and power

It ensnares the mind

So, cry baby cry

You forget to see what is wrong

You are blind by the wealth

You don’t see it in your eyes

Cry baby cry

The sins of your daddy

Drags your family down

The sins will be paid a long time

the new EC chairman

The new EC chairman

He has to do what he writes

On the other side of the fence

Now he has to put into practice

The job isn’t easy

The high expectation from everyone

He can’t let himself down

An experience lawyer knows his craft

He is an outsider

He isn’t plucked from the civil service pool

He is a practicing lawyer outside the loop

Now he has his chance to put his talk into action

There will be many others watching

How he will fare to get his administration across

He may face some head winds in his running

In 100 days, he should get the feel for it

The new EC chairman

Art Harun is his name

A lawyer by profession

Now he has to walk his talk

in the jungle

In the jungle

Don’t talk too much

Don’t call each other name

You will get lost

When you hear your name

Floating in your ears

The next thing you know

You will walk deeper into the jungle

You will walk in circles

You will find yourself get lost

In the dark green of the forest

Some may not return

Some will be found by the volunteers

Scouting the jungle in groups

Searching for the missing persons

Sometimes the lost persons can’t be found

They are hidden by the fairies

The naked eyes can’t see anything

I heard the stories growing up in the village

Of how during those years ago villagers went hunting

Some were lost as they went separately to hunt

Trapped by the fairies taking them into the deep jungle

Some were shot dead by friends thinking it was the wild boars

These were the stories narrated those years ago

Yet it still happens today

In the jungle

Don’t call each other name

Once you do the fairies will whisper in your ears

Once you listen to it you will be conned

Walking deeper into the jungle

Dead or alive depends on the search party

Don’t believe me?

We have one life to live

So, don’t take the risk

You will regret it

Am Ci A be gone

Am Ci A

You don’t have to talk big

You want to kick out Amno baru?

Suddenly you have balls already?

Bee Anne is history

The day it fell from grace

May 9 the voters did

Catapult the giant

He fell hit the ground hard

He couldn’t breathe for months

He saw stars circulating in his eyes

He couldn’t believe he tumbled so easily

But Am Ci A

Bee Anne is gone

It’s best you leave yourself

You don’t have to kick out Amno baru

You may have to follow Gerakan

Hiding somewhere to find his bearing

He will be in the storm desert

Calling you to follow him quickly

Am Ci A

Save your breath

Pack it up and be gone

Leave the stage forget about politics

he spins his tales to get a free

Let him say no more

He spins his tales to get a free

It will never happen

The roots have grown too thick

The fall from grace

He hasn’t learned it well

He still spins his tales

Only he will be sucked in

Give him the orange suit

He wants it so badly

Let him wear it

Let him feel his disgrace

He wants to complain

He has no basis to say

He forgets what he did

He doesn’t have to spin his tales

He lives in opulent life style

Even his children can’t see his wrong

He thinks the law will not get him

Until he fell from grace

Listen to the Bamboo River

He will stay for a long time

He should write his truth now

Admit it and save his soul

stop the child marriages

The child marriages

It mustn’t allow to happen

Don’t give the Syariah law

It will invite sex predators

The Syariah law mustn’t be the excuse

Its law can be amended and repealed

Don’t allow child marriages

Not by using religious law

The Royal Sultans should put a stop

Follow Royal Sultan of Selangor

He makes his decision to outlaw child marriages

His Majesty doesn’t want it to spread

Some muftis do not agree

They want the child marriages to stay

These muftis should be put in cold storage

Maybe send them to psychiatrists

Pedophiles mustn’t allow to roam

Grooming the young to lust in sex

Allowing them through religion to get the young

It shouldn’t be happening for the lusted men

Do not allow child marriages

Do not allow the pedophiles go by the back doors

Let them hear the harsh rule of law

Cane them and long prison holidays

cheap beer die quickly

You drink cheap beer

You will die quickly

You think you get a good kick

Feeling the good high

The bad contents of poison

Too much of it will cause death

Once you drink into your system

You have signed your own death warrant

Around 29 deaths recorded

They bought the cheap illegal beers

They suffered for their pain

Death wasn’t an easy passage

Leaving the sorrow

For the families to bear

What’s the use to get high?

Death will knock the door

You buy good quality beers

You will die a slow death

Maybe at the later age of your life

Many will say you live well

It is best to stop drinking

Go for the health drinks or juices

You will be better off in the long term

You will live in better health

pas smells its opportunity

Pas smells its opportunity

Watching in silence on Amno baru

Once its arch enemy now courting with it

Pas wants to control its one-time foe

Amno baru is falling

Will it climb up or stay down?

It has its second chance before

Now I doubt it will recover

Pas is on the wings

Helping Amno baru to live

There is a price to pay

The Islamic nation it decrees

Amno baru is going down

The members and leaders will leave

There is nothing to gain now

No more wagon train to wait

But Pas dreaming on

Flying to the moon

Living the dark paradise

Waiting for Amno baru to fall in

cancer has no SOP

Cancer has no SOP

It will come at any time in our bodies

It is there implanted in under surveillance

By the body many chains and structures

It can happen to anybody

Big size or small size, slim or fat

The great eaters of food or the health freaks

Nothing to stop the cancer growth

Sometimes it is called the rich man’s disease

Even the poor will get it too without exception

Once you have it you have to seek early treatment

There is no guarantee cancer will fade away

It may return back to its deep hole

Knowing it can’t claim its victim now

The cancer cells will wait for its time

When the living think it is all clear sign

Even when we think we knock on the walls

God has given us His natural cures in our lives

If only we open our eyes and seek help

The cures are there in our eyes

the other side of straight people

The other side of straight people

They have their rights to live and enjoy

Let no others try to impose restrictions

The laws are blind

The other side of straight people

They do not interfere other affairs

They want to live their lives

Let them have their rights

If you want to bring religions in

You better ask God why he creates such people

God wants to test the straight community

How they behave and react to different values

If you want to bring religions into foreplay

You better understand love, compassion, mercy

It is there in the scriptures but many pick and choose

Showing how religious in their study

The other side of straight people

They ask to leave them alone to face their lives

They have many sad tales to tell

Don’t add wound to their sad appearances

the big sharks

The big sharks in the oceans

Once they swim freely

Every corner of the freedom

They don’t have the fear

They are the lords of the oceans

Every creature bows down to them

They live the best lives

They can have their needs

But one day a tsunami came

It swept up the changes in the scores

The big sharks finally realize

They can’t swim freely now

Under the oceans the hunters arrive

They will catch the big sharks

There is no way to escape

The big sharks will be caught

In the cage the sharks will realize

Too many bad deeds finally catch up

Now they realize it in full regret

The oceans will be a distant memory

ipcmc returns finally

IPCMC

It finally breathes to life

It takes 13 years to come back

Recommended by RCI *in 2005

The police officers must face it

The trust issue is on the decline

Police brutality, deaths in lock-up

The arrogance and intimidation

IPCMC  brings the police to accountability

Back to the principle of fairness

Back to the trust the public have it

Back to protect the good against the bad

Any bad issues will be found out

The bad cops will be disciplined or shipped out

There will not be any hiding behind a badge

It is to get rid of the bad police officers as well

This is an independent body

It will handle the policing of the police

It will be fair to both parties

The public and the police

* RCI royal commission of inquiry