the old beggar

The old beggar

Sitting on the corridor

Along to the shop lots

In the night

I passed him a few times

He looked at you eyes lost

The future he knows

He has lost it all

By the side he had his walking stick

He never asked for alms when I passed him by

The old beggar just looked at you

The time he knew he has none

The last time I walked the corridor

Along shop lots nights ago

It was raining softly from the sky

I didn't see the old beggar anymore

the old village

In the old village

The decades it was there

The bamboo trees clustered

On the orange road

It was called KampungTengah

The place of multi-races lived

Sharing the common public loos

The unkeep was intolerable

There was a tale

The old would share with the young

Those were the times

Of the ghost stories

At midnight the old would say

“If you are unlucky coming home

In the dark of the village

You will see a white apparition of a woman

She will stand near the bamboo trees

Eyes of red, white dress with a smile

She will wave at you to come to her

You better run; you don't look back!

Once you do

You will fall sick

The next day of the light

You better ask for help”

The years spent in the village

The young would learn to respect

The time of the darkness flow

Nothing would ever be the same

you walk away

You found somebody new

You leave the old behind

Without a glance backwards

You walk away from it all

You never want the old

You want to start life anew

You never want the memories

It leaves you in hanging sorrow

You found somebody new

The way of the past you brushed away

You never want the memories

You want to start life anew

On the track of a new circuit

You let the new light shining

You never want the bad memories

You found somebody new

the history of the old

The history of the old

The good and bad that gone

In the records of the minds

The old will share their lives

Yet the young of today

They still want to follow history

The roads have been traveled

Knowing the hardship and the joy

Why the young want to walk backward?

The parents had gone through the pitiful life

In marriage, in work, in social environment

The bitterness and the sorrow branded in their minds

The young will say

It is the modern world today

The century of the old

It is irrelevant in the 21^st century

We have seen the ways

The young do the same mistakes

The parents had gone through

With education they still forget!

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The yesterday of life

When the young went

The world was beyond reach

The playground around the house

The raining season

The flooding water rose

The playing field of wet

The jumping joy on the wet land

The danger of the time

Nobody thought about

It was the pleasure of easy pool

Nature made it through heavy rain

The cries of pleasure

The young boys ran

Into the field of water

The memories of the time

the fall is coming

They shout and roar

Amno leaders row

They think they have it

The gravy train to ride

The young party members

They think of it as their rights

The past got them the prosperity

Without efforts just party politics

They should see around

The marks have been crossed

The greed of power and corruption

They forget to walk the front doors

They drum in their minds

They think they owned it

The country and nation's wealth

If only they know the deepest fall

The humans tsunami

They are gathering a storm

It is just the waiting game

The date and time of place

be health conscious

Take your health seriously

It never waits for you

Once you forget

You think you are young forever

The small demons will come

They will make your life in hell

The misery of day and night

You will regret your life

It just takes you a short way

Change your life styles

Exercise and proper food

How hard can it be?

If you don't believe

Take a walk at the General Hospitals

You will pray it doesn't happen

The way of your life

the marching of change

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The truth will collapse the regime

When the people get the news

Of the decades suppressed it

Hiding away in the darkest mind

The walls cracking and flaking away

The fake facade will not hold it long

It finally cracks its face revealing the truth

The wolves in the lamb skins

The feeding of money and promises

It never satisfies the greed of the leeches

They come and ask for more and more

When it isn't coming, the truth is expose

The marching of change

One by one coming out to tell

The stories of the regime

Something will not run away

Once they were the favoured boys

They performed for the regime leaders

When the cookies never arrived like before

They came to spin the stories

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what enemies bee anne?

Where are the enemies?

Amno youth drummed it up

The Malaysians they want to divide

The self serving party never knows the fall

Bee Anne and its friendly frogs

They aren't doing it for the people

They just want the wealth and its prestige

Dividing the people they want to hide

What enemies they spoke?

They spoke to garner support

They want the money and power

For the leaders to enjoy and prosper

Nothing else matter

It's time we bury them for good

Bee Anne can't stay on forever

The party has stayed on its welcome

the fallen petals

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Once the sunshine

The multi-colours of flowers

It blossoms in the daylight

The eyes bewitching its magic

There is no wrong

You will go and be merry

Dancing in its shadows

The scents of flowers

In the garden of breezing songs

The layered petals glow

The eyes glitter of the time

The summer of holidays

When it's the change

The withered flowers fall

The petals broken up

Waving pitifully to the ground

There is no crying

Once the sunshine gone

The withered petals fall

Dancing its final glory

something of a shadow

Months I walked

Through the graveyard

Many times I done it

I felt something around

It was a short cut

Climbing up the gradient of a slope

Those days of my times

In the day why so afraid?

It was always on the same spot

The gradient a bit higher when I climbed

It was something made my hair stood

The goosebumps came on my skin

I stood for a while

Looking for something

All I saw was the graveyard

And the hot wind blowing at me

In time I took the long cut

I never wanted to feel that shadow

Maybe trying to tell me something

It was best I changed my routine

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the wolves will go

The wolves slowly run

The animals have seen

The saliva flowing with taste

They smell the fresh souls

The chains are free

The wolves will go

Into the minds of fear

They think they can

They forget of times

The changes have arrived

The wolves howl in the night

Now they fear of their lives

The people are prepared

The traps and weapons done

The wolves smell of their own fear

As the prowl in the open field

The lightning in the sky

The flow of thunder strike

The flashes of bright light

The wolves howl fear in their eyes

we have our demons

We have our demons

The black shadows staying behind

They never want to go away

They pick up what we do

We don't see their faces

We can imagine the familiar sizes

We have our demons

They never want to go away

In the light we walk

We see the black shadows imitating

The whole game to spook on us

We have our demons

It's only in total darkness

We are alone in our thoughts

We have no demons

They never exist in our consciousness

We have our demons

They never want to go away

We don't see their faces

They never want to go away

the durians

What type of durian money buy?

The exotic ones costing a pocket

The easily cheap but tasteful durians

Along the roadside stalls

In the Klang Valley

The many varieties to choose

It never comes cheap

The traders just want to make quick profits

The similar type of durians

In other areas it will cost so much less

In Klang Valley better to forget

Be a local tourist out of Klang Valley

The aroma of durians

In the air floating with the breezes

Some may get headaches

Some may get the addiction

bee anne on borrowed time

Bee Anne wants to sell

The aged products to the Nation

The decades the party rules

The products never change

The expiring date gone

In 2008 henceforth

Now it is on borrowed time

The day will surely come

Now the repackaged the products

Giving the fanciful names on transformation

Of the products in new coating

The core ills never change

Malaysia pleads for changes

She cries when she loses her shines

For decades she suffers in silence

Bee Anne digs her into the bottom pit

The towns and cities folks

They know where to put the marks

It's the rural villagers

They have to spring a surprise

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the drumbeats of a new dawn

Bee Anne hasn't changed

The old man tries to play

The words into the people

Debts are high costing the nation

What change Bee Anne?

The leaders never wake up

Really see the changes

The people want since 2008

The time has come

The end is nigh

Bee Anne knows the rope

It is at the end of its hope

Bee Anne hopes

The rural people will support

By now the old villagers will learn

It isn't too late to change!

The city and town folks

They know what to do

When GE13 comes along

The drumbeats of a new dawn

the heavy rain

The highway rain

The misty flow on the road

The many lines of glass mirrors

It makes driving slow

The flashes of rain

The heavy pour from the sky

The cars in hazard modes

Visibility is poor

Yet they are drivers

They drive for no tomorrow

Speeding on the heavy rain

The devil smiles with glee

The express bus drivers

The drivers push hard along

The highway rain

There is no deterrent

The opposite road

The long jam stretching over 3km

The road turns into one way

The snail paces hot on the collars

The highway rain

The misty lines in open sky

The teardrops heavily pour

The hazards on the highway

the illegal dvd sellers

The illegal DVD man

He walks around with his sling bag

On his hand he carries a small basket

The DVDs he wants to sell

He walks from table to table

Showing his goods he wants to sell

Some customers agree to buy

Some customers wave him away

There will be customers

They are willing to pay

For the government always sides the companies

The higher price the companies fixed

Businesses depend on the people

Profits should be reasonable

The companies make huge profits

Yet the customers don't get a fair price

So the illegal DVD sellers

They will be around for a while

Even going underground

There is a need to be around

the dancing feet

Take a bow and a smile

The moments of her time

The stage is waiting

The eager eyes watching

The dancing feet

The training has for years

The rehearsals for weeks

Now the small swan takes to the lake

The lights bright of colours

The shining glow spreading whole

The girl is ready with her dancing feet

She takes a bow and dance

The story of her dance routines

The dancing feet move in rhythm

The hands move in flow

Izzy in dress of red smiles

The sea of eyes watching

The dancing flow in rhythmic feet

The lights of cameras flashing

The moments in Izzy's day of life

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The drizzling rain

The parking bays

Fully occupied

The crowd for dinner

The many stalls to choose

Every taste bud to chase

Not every one will buy

The Asian and Western

Every one will have to walk around

Pick the menu you think you like

When you taste it, it's something else

Asia Cafe

When you have no idea

This is the place to try

But don't expect too much

too young to know

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Don't get married too young

Don't ever think it is so easy

You want the joy in marital bliss

When the minds haven't set...

The parents shifting responsibility

When children playing hide and seek

They let them married too young

They never want to teach

In the years the misery

The young married couples change

The view they hold will be different

Don't get married too young

Now they may say

“It is my life just go away

Let me take my joy in marital bliss”

If only they know the loads

Don't get married too young

It isn't the bed of roses....

It is shifting base to misery

When the minds haven't set

if we don't change

If we don't change

The better way to manage

Of things or events or governments

We will go deep into the black hole

The signs are around us

The way we have seen

If we don't change

We sign our own misery

The parasites climbing in our minds

We shouldn't allow it to grow....

If we don't change

We will surely go into the black hole

They say why change record when it isn't broken

They never want to say why listen to songs too long

We need to change our selection of songs

If we don't change, we will never learn

a child marriage

A child of 12 years old

The parents allowed her to get married

They are afraid she would commit sins

So they reasoned it is better for her

Without proper education

What future she holds in this marriage?

The parents just pass over her upbringing

To another family to nurture her life

What can a 12 years old girl do?

What wifely skills she will know?

This is basically child abuse

The future will be bleak...

In her formative years

She will see and change her view

What will she become?

The years she will lose

take a break

On the highway

Driving to the city

Take a break

Away from normal routines

Many cars driving North

Maybe for wedding functions

For holidays too short a time

It can be the day

Cool cloudy weather

A good day to drive

Going to the city

The traffic is smooth sailing

On a Saturday cloudy afternoon

A morning showering drizzle

On the drive to the city

Take a break from normal routines