you have a life

You have a life

You shouldn't throw it away

Learn to live and forgive

Why carry the baggages along?

You must understand

Life isn't always smooth sailing

You will encounter troubled waves

You may get wet and so be it

For a while you feel carrying away

The angry waves splashing hard on your face

When you hold on to your fort

It will go away and leave you alone

You have a life

You don't have to wait and waste

Go and get and make yourself a name

Not in obituary; it is a shame!

when love turn bad

When love turn bad

Don't act stupid and swallow in pity

If it has to happen, there is a reason

It is better now than later

You may get the pain

You may feel the world has gone

Leaving you alone to pick up the pieces

There is no side glance to see how you are

You don't have to behave that way

You have your life go on and get on living

The past has gone why should you cry

Take the step to move ahead

When love turn bad

It isn't the end of the world

If it has to happen, there is a reason

You can feel sad but don't let it takes you away

For a while you will feel the pain

You hate yourself every time you see

You don't have to swallow in pity

Move on with your life the colours are bright

if the walls can speak

Bee Anne the last breath

The Devil waits with his entourage

He comes to claim the body

The plague ravishing its inner core

It doesn't see the dark light

The journey it has to travel

It still speaks with double toned

It never realizes it is the fall

Each of its members

Amongst the pack wanting to be heard

The pecking order to hit the score

If only the walls can speak

The Devil doesn't give a hoot

He comes to claim the disease body

In his mind it is time to recover his losses

He has enough of its unprincipled ways

crazy of power

Crazy of power

It never brings you joy

For a while you will feel the adulation

Then the downward spiral

It becomes heavy on the head

The crown sucks your life forces away

The Devil wings himself into it

You become a slave of the unseen hand

You may not realize it

Slowly you become a tool yourself

You may think you can bark your command

It never brings you fame

Crazy of power

The jealousy rules the time

Every step you watch your back

You are afraid of the Brutus kind

The Devil feeds for others to come

The bickering and back stabbing relay

It constantly wades into your consciousness

Crazy of power is best to remain free

there are many fishes to catch

Death at her door step

A woman was burned to death

By her spurned lover and his friends

Put her in a burning fire

When she spurned his advances

She didn't want to do with him

She got engaged with another man

The furious spurned suitor turned killer

Within weeks of her engagement

She was gone in her prime of life

She was 27 years old........

A life she would have enjoyed

What is with the lover?

When you can't have your way

Don't go take it out with murder

Know the boundary learn how to accept defeat

The old man says

In my time in the village

“There are many fishes to catch

One gets away try another”

when you have nothing to do

When you have nothing to do

You see the time go slowly by

You try to hurry it up

You find it never seems to pass

You look out the window

The slow movement on the field

The dogs and cats have siesta

This is what the animals will do

For the working adults

Maybe in the canteen

Talk about football and dates

When you have nothing to do

The time seems to forget

You wish it hurries along

The haze and sleepy head

You wish it moves along

when you retire

When you retire

Don't feel the world will go

It will be there

Only you have to take it slow

Don't let the time scare you

You shouldn't feel afraid of the time

You should have positive values

Think of it as a second wind

No doubt for the daily wage earners

Time will be hard if they can't save

The years ahead may look bleak

When you don't have enough to live

Don't feel the world will go

You have to survive to meet your needs

You will struggle for what you have

Don't lose hope when time fly you by

Stay calm and look beyond

The years you had and now you walk

The passage of time the moment of truth

Don't let it fool you; you are here for a while

the class divides

The class divides

It is the way of life

Not every one will agree

Charity and wealth and greed

Men of the Words

The scriptures which tell

The reasoning of the good life

If only they hold true

Money as made victims

Of many men and women

The call of easy life

The aroma in the mind

Once you fall

It is hard to get up

Until you hit bottom

Then you realize why

The darkness will dwell

The redemption will take a while

If you haven't experienced it

You can float your mind and imagine

give me the money

Give me the money

I will sing your praises

Of the things you do

But I can't vote for you

The truth it isn't your money

It belongs to the people and nation

Give me the money

I will gladly accept it

I tell you the truth

I don't vote for you

I will take what is mine

I don't have to feel obligated

Give me the money

I will sing your praises

I tell you the truth

I don't vote for you

the sugar daddy

The sugar daddy

The city folks wait

The rural folks hope

When he comes

He brings his bag

What's in the bag he doesn't tell?

He just smile carrying by his lackeys

As he steps out of his car

The supporters line the road

The banners saying how good he is

The hot sun shining on their heads

The haze make it a sign

The sugar daddy

He steps up to deliver

He wants to make you believe

He has the money...

If the people know the truth

He is just a trickster to make you believe

What he wants is the real money in the vault

It's calling him but he can't get the key...

it's time the line breaks away

This year the season of giving

Look at the Bee Anne leaders

They go out and to give money

With speeches to say they help the people

Those who are there

They will get the help

Why not it isn't the Bee Anne's money

It belongs to the people

The Bee Anne leaders will claim

How good they are to take care of the people

All those years ago they just close their minds

Now they know this is their final journey

The Putrajaya sings its last song

The old guards have to go

She wants a new man to walk the corridor

It's time the line breaks away

do you have an umbrella?

Ah Jib Kor

The rain will come soon

Have you got prepared?

When the water get into you?

Maybe you haven't

You have your boat

You have your people

They just stand there

Ah Jib Kor

You think you will

The water will get you

When the boat leaks

You can travel in style

You don't see the shortfall

What you say it never remembers

The slogan just dies

Ah Jib Kor

The rain will come

Do you have an umbrella?

Maybe you have forgotten..

why pick and choose?

Why pick and choose?

To hound a person right through?

Putting him in jail on a made believe charge

Yet it isn't enough to put him away

He comes back charging

The change he wants to pursue

Now the Bee Anne leaders are afraid

They are looking at the backdoor to escape

The old story floated again

The former assistant bank negara governor said

$3billion in a master account....

Let's hear him say of other leaders in Ameeno

Why pick on Anwar?

Let's roll out the others assets and funds

Let's us know previous finance ministers and prime ministers

What have they got we didn't know through honest means?

Now the black dogs barking

They positioned themselves to be used

In their own backdoors they surely forget

The dog catchers wait patiently

We hear we want the change

It isn't so much about Anwar Ibrahim

He could be the man who could make history

Right now we want change before nation turns bankruptcy

confidence

Confidence

You make it or lose out

It never comes naturally

It needs to practise

You can watch

The eloquent speakers

They practise their crafts

For hours to get it right

You have to build confidence

You must know how to twist around

Learn it from watching others performing

You may pick up tips for your own

You can start within the family members

It is a good start to build your armour

You may get feedback to drown you away

You know you have to practise to get it going

sebastian

The dawn of the morning

The sign of the rising sun

The stars just blinking in the sky

A small baby boy cries

In the land of Oz

The joy to be borned

In the land of paradise

The opportunities abound

The baby boy's sister so happy

She goes around telling..

“I have a baby brother

His name is Sebastian”

Mother and son

The glow of the time

Father smiling at the door

The first picture of his joy

The grandparents arrived

In time to get the celebration

The phones ringing in Malaysia

A baby boy called Sebastian

the cars burst into flames

Cars on fire

On the road or parked in the porch

It just burst into flames

What causes it no report to find

The insurance companies just paid

Closed the files forgot the whole issue

The car owners got new cars and life moved on

About the cars- the luxurious ones – nothing was said

The authorities didn't investigate properly

There were no concrete evidence to play

How did these expensive cars catch fire?

The Fire Chief only said leaked tank or cables

But why did it happen?

Nobody knew so were the car manufacturers

The last 8 months 8 cars burst into flames

One died a few seriously injured

Why cars burst into flames?

The authority should investigate

It shouldn't swept under the carpet

The manufacturers must be held accountable

the backyard

The backyard full of rubbish

The running dogs never go to lick

It is beneath their station of lives

They are the thorough breeds

When they bark

The lopsided venom it causes

The backyard of its own

They forget how it looks

The running dogs of many sizes

They have their own agenda and profiles

They don't collect their bad habits

They expect others to do it

They sing the same song

They say the same thing all over again

When ask have they opened their backdoors?

They can't give a straight answer

the moment of time

The moment like this

You feel it in your bones

You know you will never forget

The passing blink then she is gone

In the day and time

You think of the moment

You can't get her out of the mind

The smile as if waving to you

The moment like this

You will hope it is true

It gives you hope

There is still somebody out there

As the sun goes down

You look to the moment

The moment like this

You remember she looks at you

you can forget me

You can forget me

You roll the ball and have your day

You don't even turn around to say

You start your car and drive away

I know it makes no sense

Holding on to something borrowed

It can never turn around in time

There is too much emotion and it shouldn't stay

The neon sign blinking at the entrance

The bar and the crowd in there........

I know you can forget me

I walk in sit at the far corner

“What's up lover's fight?

I seen it all the times

What you need honey

Go and get a life!”

She gives me a beer

I drink it to forget

Lovers of the time

Something borrowed something to forget

Then she walks in

Smiling at my face

“You think I want to go

The night is too young to forget”

the neighbour forgets

You look at the sky

The misty clouds glossing over the sun

You hear the stories of talk no action done

Across the Malacca Straits

It has been 15 years running

It never seems to go away

The local companies owing the land

The clearing and burning rampant

The irresponsible actions

Choking the neighbouring countries

Indonesia keeps prolonging the agony

Of neighbours Indonesia forgets

The loss of prductivity

The sickness and breathing problems

The old and senior citizens suffer

No more exercising in the open

The haze the daze

The political climate takes ages

Too many teabreaks and handshakes

When all are done close the book and forget

let there be a change

Let there be a change

The country needs it badly

For decades the same hair cut

It doesn't go well with the current trends

It's the young and bouncy feeling

The opportunities available for those who are daring

The old and matured leaders out of touch

The younger leaders need a new direction

What we hear are the racial sentiments

Every word it is spelled it is for a race

The way of lies shoring up on their faces

The decades of greed and corruption

The country wants to move ahead

Together with her people as one nation

The old guards and running mates

They think they are the favoured ones

The GE13 the way of light

It has to come to free the nation's plight

Of her resources and wealth in decades of plunder

We have to get it done free ourselves free the nation

be alert when alone

The parking malls

The independent women beware

The kidnappers and robbers

They pretend to look for cars

The malls security

These bad hats know it well

They have studied it

They know the time

There are many cases

Of lonely women got mugged and robbed

Some escaped with minor injuries

It shouldn't happened but it has

And the Bee Anne says

Crimes has gone down

The truth seems so difficult to admit

The crime bosses never run

The parking malls

The security is still lax

Some aren't light up brightly

Some no security patrolling

santa comes early

The buying of votes

Through programmes

Subsidizing costs and living

With monies from taxes

Though it is people's rights

The motives are clearly seen

The eroding support for Bee Anne

This is the way the leaders do

Through the decades

Funding come easily

The cost of National debt

Each one of us will carry

Now for the taxi drivers

They are running a business

Bee Anne gives $520/- for each

Instead of teaching them how to fish?

This isn't the way

The ruling elites good at spoon feeding

Ask them to scout for businesses

You can tweet don't expect a reply

It's the season

The Santa comes early

The bag of goodies

Entice your mind forget a while

gay lovers

Gay lovers

Where will the sins lie?

In the religious scriptures

Written by men through their lens

Men and women

They are born into it

They don't have a choice

With bodies and minds

Gay lovers

The angels are sleeping

The production factory

The errors in humans production

The errors of one part

The gay lovers suffer in silence

Through the lens of the scriptures

They are condemned for their lives

But God is compasionate and loving

There is a way for these people redemption

We shouldn't judged them for what they are

We should judge ourselves trying to be sinless

Gay lovers

Men and women of our lives

The angels make mistakes

Let God decide their redemption

yesterday was easy to play

Yesterday was an easy game to play

The villagers and small towns lived and stayed

The way of easy life and goodwill amongst the races

There was no graded to city status then

Life was easy sharing jokes and playing games

There was no race or colour of the skin..........

We shared the same destiny improving the lot

Every one lived in harmony sharing jokes and silly escapades

May 13 shattered the cohesiveness of society

The politicians made it to empower themselves

The racial clashes with the opposing camps

The sorrows the nation got into history

In time the changing of policies

It became the divide and rule episodes

The imbalances of the society

The people feel the sorrow crying in pain

The way forward is to change

Before it is too late for the country

The people must decide quickly

They know the drill don't repeat the mistake!