the company of brothers

The Tarzan in Boulevard

The years of living in the city

They haven't got tuned to the ways

The city folks like to behave

It is the carefree way

Of the old which brings the fun

Nothing to worry about social rules

Living free enjoying the company

The apemen of the old

Running wild from tree to tree

In the modernity of life

Only the bare chest to see

But life is still good

In the company of brothers

In the circle of Boulevard

The gong rings the drumbeats

the chambers of history

The chambers of history

The time of old China

Of a time in the story book

Of marriage of a destination

Now Pat and Peter

Time travel to history

Of the Chinese rituals

Of those pages in the story

The hard wooden chairs

For a while to feel it

It doesn't want them sit long

Without cushions padding

For the moment in history

They pretend the royalty of the day

The history of the time past

The pages which spring to life

the history of a time

Too much Ip Man

The Final fight

The Grandmaster

This much he stood

The stance

Eyes fierce

The battle claws

In the hands

The legs firmly stood

The challenge on the bullock cart

The horns floating in the clouds

The firmed grip of the handles

The yell of the race

The fight on the ground

In the Malacca museum

Of all things historical

the kitten on the rooftop 2

The skeleton kitten

Meowing on the rooftop

For days it could be feeding on milk

It doesn't know how to jump down

Today I watched

Over at the neighbour's rooftop

Running along the skeleton kitten

Looking down yet never dared to jump

The mother white cat jumped up

Over the fence to the rooftop

Calling the skeleton kitten

Showing how to jump down

The poor kitten just stared

At the edge of the rooftop

Ears sharp eyes fixing to the ground

It never dared to jump

The hot sun came

The skeleton kitten hides away

Maybe it will summon enough courage

To jump down from the rooftop

the bubble has to burst

The bubble has to burst

It can't stay forever

The time has come

It's time for the change

The moment of history

It will be talk of generations

How a regime has to fall

By the will of the people

The top cats know

The jet planes are obsolete

They can't challenge the new

They will be lost in the air

They may use their tricks

With the manual of sophistication

The top cats can't pin point accurately

One by one they will fall from the air

The fortress or fixed deposits

They aren't what they wanted

Years of neglect with the crumbs

They will revolt the chains will be broken

The time of history

It has to be this GE13

The will of the people

The rays of golden light

the brown dog

The brown dog sat

By the road yesterday night

Right at the corner wishing to die

As the motorists drove passed by

The look of sadness

Sitting there alone

The owner couldn't be found

The brown dog sat wishing it was somewhere else

This morning the brown dog laid

On the grass near the corner it sat

Maybe the brown dog finally gave the last breath

There was no inhaling movements on the body

It was a healthy brown dog

The dog could be poisoned by the food

Picked it up on dustbins or somebody fed poison

On the grass lying quietly with heat of the morning sun

selangor will be with pakatan 2

Najib

You got your facts wrong

My home State Selangor

Already a developed State

Don't you remember?

It was under K Toyol

You were dreaming

Campaigning in Selangor

Najib

Umno/ Bee Anne had 50 years

Selangor had deficits through

Projects benefitted all the cronies

The State 'lost' KL and Putrajaya

It was under umno/Bee Anne watch

Najib

Your party and coalition partners

They had 50 years of Selangor

What were they doing those years?

Maybe dreaming to plunder the State coffers

It was why the deficits in Selangor

Najib

Now under Pakatan

Selangor had billions in cash reserve

It tells my home State

There is finally a good CEO

Running the State

Well...Najib

Selangor will stay with Pakatan Rakyat

You will suffer the blues

Even now you are wearing it

one week to go

One week to go

The decision we will make

On the polling stations nation wide

What will it be for all of us?

The same old stories

Playing by the older players

Strumming the familiar tunes

Ringing in our ears

Maybe a new tune

Whispering with the blowing breezes

Listening to it

There will be hope

What will it be?

The fence sitters and young voters

They have the votes

The country crying for change

get it right

The billions spent

On subsidies of goods

Trying to say it helps

The people in general

The truth could be something else

It's the cronies companies all along

Maybe the people don't see it that way

They think they can save a few dollars

But does it really help us?

All those billions can be put into good uses

Like building affordable houses

To all the people who need it

Just imagine the billions every year

The people will have houses over their heads

The subsidies aren't really helping

The costs of living each of us rather want homes

Instead of subsidizing of essential goods

It is better to control the companies

Under the central government helping the people

We don't see it happening...

Subsidies are bad

It never teaches the people how to spend wisely

It is better the billions spent for building homes

Every one can stay with peace of mind

we must vote for change

The 2^nd tsunami is coming

May 5 the day of recognition

The voters will make the decision

The future for all of us

We must vote for change

We can't stomach Bee Anne

The country debts running high

She is in the brink of a disaster

We mustn't let it happen

We must put a brake before she suffers heart attack

By voting out Bee Anne

We have a chance to revive our country's wealth

This is the important decision

It is history recording of our votes

The change of guards for a bright future

With fairness and equality for all people

give bee anne the boot

We have to change

Bee Anne has to go

We want to find the truth

Pakatan will lead the way

We mustn't be afraid

We mustn't feel the fear

The demons have to perish

In the wrath of our votes

The lies we hear

The corruption inspired votes

This isn't the way forward

It is the way to our shackles

Bee Anne want you

In the prison's walls of your mind

It is time to strike free

Give Bee Anne the boot

When we bring the curtain down

There will be the cleansing and rejoice

Many Bee Anne leaders will face prison

Many of the cronies too will get the chain

So we must take charge

We can't be led by our nose

We have our votes to make change

We must if we want to see our future

there is always a place

Malaysia has the charm

She never hides away

In the sun; in the moon; on the beach

The cool weather on top of the hills

There is always a place

For the mind and eyes to wander

Searching for relaxation

Among the trees, malls, pools and forests

The food of many nationalities

The stalls never sleep in the night

At any time there will be food and drinks

Life in Malaysia work, eat, sleep and eat

The fusion of entertainment

In the city and towns......

The dreams of sights and sounds

The indulgence to be free

The best part of life

The crowd of family trees

The web of close knit family

It brings the joy and laughter

The stories will be shared

The journey will be taken

The footprints will be stored

In the memories of our archives

The breezy hot wind whisper

The sun in the bright blue white sky

In the night the moon and stars

The stories of lives shared

when the country cries

When the country cries

Where are the leaders?

Where are the money gone?

The wealth of the nation?

The digging into holes

What do we find?

If we don't take our destiny

We will fall with a loud thud

The borrowing to keep its power base

It will come a time to pay back

There is no such thing we can close our eyes

Bee Anne wants you to forget.....

No matter what Pas wants to do

The Constitution will guard against it

Even Pas has no majority to implement hudud law

The party principles always stay with its members

Every religion has its religious law

Why afraid of God's law into our lives?

We can incorporate similar offences

Make it into a package for all to agree

We have most of it in our civil law

So there shouldn't be any negative responses

Let Pas say what the party wants to do

We shouldn't fall for the main objective

Get rid of Bee Anne

And its band of thieves

When the country goes bust

What have we? Hudud law?

the expired party

You beg and beg

It never comes

You knock on the doors

Nobody wants to help

You write your petitions

You never get any replies

You are just a number

You don't have a life

When a short jolt came

The ruling elites woke up to see

They found the flood came

They quickly organized charity

Yet they don't learn

They are still arrogant and corrupted

They spend public monies without accountability

Secretly changed into projects of cronies

The election rolls tainted

Pointed out the errors

Bee Anne government doesn't take the cue

The ruling elites ignored

When Bersih came

The ruling elites never solved problems

Instead they gave out cash

Thinking it would stop the crumbling

Bee Anne leaders are incompetent

The administration of the country

The public debts jumped to $560 billion

Yet they still want to give subsidies

We know the answer

It lies with the cronies companies

It is time we say our piece

Once and for all get rid of the incompetent leaders

the mix breed dog

The mix breed dog

In the drizzling rain

It sat near the gate

In the night

It didn't go

Underneath the car

It sat curling up

In the drizzling rain

The owner didn't come

The mix breed dog seemed lost

It didn't know how to go back

Losing direction I suppose

The next morning

The rubbish was thrown all over

Maybe the dog went to pick up

From the neighbours dustbins

In the morning

The dog disappeared

It could have found the way

Home to where it belonged

the hired assassins

There are hired assassins

They come shoot the targets

Then they disappear

Like the Hollywood action movies

The money wired

Into the accounts for the named assassins

Within a few days the assassins ride

Along the road always at traffic lights

The motorcyclist and his pillion rider

Fully crash helmet open fire on target

The aim is to kill without a second glance

The target neutralized the job is done

Why it happens?

In this country of peaceful environment

It is the millions illegals

It is Bee Anne hitting the opponents

It is the cracking up of an empire

The last run before it finally collapses

The way all empires came and gone

This one isn't different at all

the losing grip

Bee Anne losing its grip

The way the violence spread

It is its own back door gang

Trying to create a fear...

It can't take hold

It has happened too many times

The cowhead and pig head incidents

The Amno leaders gave them leeway

Even a racist and religious bigot

Bee Anne says he has changed

The Mic member gave him a kiss on his cheek

It plays back into history

The kiss of doom

Soi Lek says he is reformed

Najib says he learns his lesson

But they never say why 1Malaysia failed

Why police popularity drop?

It is its double standard

The unfairness of its dealing

The police never follow the law

The people will not fall

For the simple reason they want change

Why create the violence?

The losing grip of power

The regime leaders know

The unpublished report..

Bee Anne is losing in this election

Pakatan will win by 125 seats

So the creating of violence

Inching closer to the dark history of the country

May 13 the people have come a long way

National Operation Council will not have its way

the wings

The wings spread

The colours bright and sparkling

It wants to take flight

Into the charted world

Of the sky and clouds

Living in the cage

It nevers learn its value

Out in the open

The feeling of choices

In it is the freedom

To make the difference

Feeding in the cage

The spoon feeding through the years

It makes the choices so limited

It is just like an addiction

It never wants a decision

Now there is a chance

To break out and take flight

The wings spreading wide

It's the flight to sky

The blowing breezes

The ray of hope and light

nigel's birthday

Something different

Something to remember

A plate of fried noodles

A cupcake and a candle

Blow away Nigel

The day you were born

The bright light on your face

You know you have your presents

Somewhere in the house

It lies there for you...

Nobody can take it away

Even Caly will want a share

But it is your day

Today you celebrate your birthday

Blow out your candle and a wish

Tomorrow you can smile wait for the next...

it is time to make the change

The black dragons

It roars its fire

The shadows of light

The hit and hide

Nobody knows

The ordinary folks

They get the fear

The feeding of lies

It is to make

There is no change

The ugly head

Of a time in history

Who were the black dragons?

We have unmasked them

In history of the time

The records released

Now the black dragons try

The spook in May 13

Once it is enough

It is time we make the change

the family ties

The models of retro look

They are here to stay

The carefree way

They smile away

The years of memories

They come back finally

Meeting up

The couple from UK

It isn't about richness

It's about family ties

The way life has been

It's a story to tell

The back branches

It says of family

the bumpy rides

www.ehow.com

The painted faces

On the dark tricks

The unleashing of its gangs

Hitting its own targets

There are reasons

The creating of fear

The greed of power declines

The painted faces gloom

The incidents of the past

The cow heads, the pig heads

The arson on churches

The Allah issue....

The hands of the gangs

The black knight behind

The painted faces to hide

The darkness we will not fall

Across the country

The self inflicted targets

Bee Anne knows its decline

The roads of bumpy rides

There must be a gatekeeper

Bee Anne leaders spin

The tales of half truth

They don't explain

Why they are afraid

Pas never waives

Its party struggles

One of these is on hudud law

Majority in the country are in Islam

When Pas was with Bee Anne

Nothing Pas could do for hudud law

The Constitution has to be amended

Else there is nothing in law

What a porn actor says?

He spins his long tales

Every religion has its punishment laws

Why the lopsided view?

The truth lies in our minds

The tales of greed and corruption

Right now there is no break

Bee Anne has a jolly good time

Pas can say until the moon changing colours

The truth is the Constitution

When there is no majority in Pas nothing can be done

Pas leaders in Bee Anne mould will spin

Pas still sticks to its plan

In the Nation of majority of Islamic faith

There will be the need to consult as in all religions

No religion can decide by its own

midnight on the hill

At midnight up on the hill

The dim street lights shining along

The tall trees and branches

The long arms of the shadows

If you think about ghosts

If you talk about the stories

The mind will play tricks

You seem to hear the laughing

Sometimes you think it is the wind

Brushing the leaves of the branches

Waving at you reaching towards your walk

You will get a jump thinking it is real...

As you walk on the night hill

The cool air and silence greet

Alone on your walk

Your eyes and ears seem to play tricks