the old has the fun

Once he was an office assistant

Working 9 to 5 to pass his time

He got married have children

Part time he is a musician

When he was retired

He started to open a stall

Selling nasi lemak and chicken beehoon

It got him the money

His family's secret receipe

It gives him the gold mine

He gets rich bought a house and a van

In time he got another wife

He still runs the stall

He still plays his band

He enjoys his life full

Who say old has no fun?

self defence no defence?

Self defence is no defence?

Is this way we are facing?

The bad hats can come to our homes

We can't defend ourselves?

We have to play dead?

Let them rob or rape or plunder?

We can't raise our hands to strike back?

So the bad hats can laugh at our law?

Police have had killed many

Has the police officer got the right?

He can't claim self defence can he?

When he has a gun the bad hat has a knife?

The man was stabbed

He had to defend himself

Instead of praising him

He is charged for killing or murder

The AG should shade light on it

If the law needs to be amended

AG has to submit his report

We don't want to be cowed for doing right

the year comes to a close

The last day of the year

Winners and losers share

The same time and day

Watching the closing sunset

New Year welcomes aboard

Some will write resolutions

What they intend to achieve

Eventhough they know it falls flat

Many will carry on

Life on the same crusade

Eat, work, business and sleep

In between wine, song, men and women

But we all hope for a better year

Cruising on an even gear in our lives

The world is changing so will be our minds

Cultivating the good deeds all the times

Then again it is a Monkey Year

He always wants his way

So we have to watch out

What potholes he will make for us?

Now stick some fireworks

The last day of the year be remembered

We have learned our lessons

We will not be fooled again

oh Malaysia

Oh Malaysia

You wave your flag high

You cry for the misery

Tears fall from your face

You hope something good

Coming your way

You can't hide your face

You know you lose it already

With politicians tarnishing your name

Oh Malaysia you can't take it anymore

You hope something good

Coming your way

You look down on the people

The colourful ones you always see

What has gone wrong in their minds?

The majority treating bad the minority

Using religion as a tool to create disunity

You cry silently you know they are the fools

Oh Malaysia

Once you were happy

Living out the glory of your name

The comfort of racial unity

Nobody wanted to talk bad of each community

They shared and laughed together

Understand each other faith and cultures

Now what has gone wrong?

Oh Malaysia

You wave your flag high once more

You hope something good

Coming your way

You know you will smile again

The concerned people will rise up

Sweep the stage clean once more

You will smile; happiness in your eyes

the dictionary of life

The dictionary of life

It is how one view with it

Each menu isn't the same

It will keep changing

The spices of life

You are rich; you are poor

You are homeless; you are a beggar

It is how you define it

The envy of life

The rich will enjoy

The joy they seek

With money earned they fly

The homeless, the poor, the beggar

They want to feel jealous but they can't

There are there for a reason

The fate in a life

The circle of life

It is always back from the beginning

The fruits of labour should be shared

Once we forget the red spot in our lives

the last day of 2015

The last day of 2015

High hopes in the beginning

Scandals plague by the end

Old murder cases nicked the time

The lies we saw

The truth hidden from view

The wealth got to a few

Hit the road marks of money

The civil courts should be supreme

Somehow the judges abdicate their duty

Of cases involving religious issues

When one party isn't a Muslim

The rule of division and by race

Using religion to rake up the chart

It shouldn't work in a colourful nation

The policians should embrace it all

The police playing politics

With taxpayers monies they forget

With Amno baru close one eye

With critics and opponents drive in fast

The economy still struggling

Though by statistics it told a different view

Don't believe in statistics believe the real numbers

Look at the malls see how many closed shops

The monopoly still strives

Even taxi drivers demand it

When alternative taxis came

They cried loud of lost income

Race based malls came

When issues couldn't settle

Short-cut answers don't work

In the end the hollowness crawl

Isis militants came

Got the cells in civil service and military

The wrong approach on a religion

It rings bad to the nation

The men in blue ever vigilant

Catching the militants in quick successions

Leaving the culprits no chance to escape

In prison waiting for their fate

Banks or companies

facing losses or low profits

Cutting staff always the case

When the end closes today

Economy moving slowly

Consumers holding back spending

They face a hard future

Knowing not what will it be

The corridor of power

Giving out nice crafted menu

Depending on oil with price low

GST rocks the segments of society

The jaw of discontent

It will not go away

The fight back will come

The last of the ruling elites

old age shouldn't stick to time

Old age shouldn't stick to time

Go out and enjoy the life

Some ask to dress according to age

There isn't a rule to say it should

Why want to stick to rules?

Old age shouldn't draw to a close

Don't hide life away

There are many ways to see

Enjoy the sunset

Watch the birds and insects

Watch the young run

Listen to their cry of joy

Old age shouldn't bear excuses

Walk maybe slow eyes may fail

Listening skills may falter

But there is life to enjoy

Until you are infirmed

Until you have no way to live

Then you know it is time

Say a soft prayer and wish the best

kuantan red sea

Kuantan red sea

The residents woke up to see

The red on the shore line

What did it tell?

The locals and tourists complained

They didn't pay to watch the red sea

The polluted water in the morning rise

What gone wrong?

The local businesses would be affected

As the news spread people would shy away

Why pay to watch the red sea of pollution?

What did it tell?

It told a story

It never wanted to go away

Until we change the landscape

The old horse has to go to pasture

the street of silence

On the street of silence

The wind slowly breathing through

The night insects flying around the light

The sacrifices they bow and die

They don't ask why

They know the time has come

The noble gift to the light

They flutter slowly dropping dead

On the street of silence

The stray dogs watching

Eyes full of hope

But they know there is no food

They gather under the light

Waiting for a good Samaritan

The night will be long

On the street of silence

The houses on both side street

Light showing on the balconies

It is the silence greeting the night

On the street of silence

The bright moon in the sky

Shining her light every where

The shadows in the back alley

It is still the silence

On the street of silence

The wind slowly breathing through

The bright moon in the sky

Shining her light every where

the romeo black dog

The romeo black dog

Walking around the neighbourhood

Marking his territory

Every morning he will patrol

Once he has a partner dog

When they were young years ago

They went together brothers in the band

Patrolling their marks of dominance

They didn't allow outsiders to nose around

They would fight the other dogs to protect territory

Most of the encounters they won

For years no other dogs dared to step into it

The years had taken his toll

His partner dog passed away

Leaving the romeo dog alone

Knowing his time will come soon

Old age has taken his shape

He doesn't chase away other dogs

He knows his time and place

He isn't young anymore

hard habit

Hard habit

It gathers in the years

It will hard to break free

When the will isn't there

We all have it

Some will say

We are obstinate

We refuse to see

We think we have the experiences

Honed it through the years

We should know by our knowledge

But sometimes old isn't gold

Even young may know better

It boils down to common sense

If only we remember the basic

Nothing will get wrong

But hard habit

It brings many down the ladder

Sometimes old isn't gold

Learn to change accept the new

Hard habit

It gathers through the years

We all have it

Some will say

what time is it?

What time is it?

The year seems falling fast away

The year will be over soon

The moment seems like yesterday

We drew resolutions

Plans and hope for the year

How did it go this time?

Some got it some got away

We didn't see the scandals emerging

It hit the country's image badly

The denials and hiding the truth

It doesn't go away anyway

The religious fanatics roaming

The Isis militants emerged

Was it the wrong teaching?

What time is it?

The red shirt and yellow shirt

They had different template

One afraid to change

The other wanted truth and accountability

What time is it?

The ring of time again

Resolutions and hope

As we wait for the new page

the accident cars

The accident cars

Displayed on the side road

Every motorist will see it

As they drive pass the workshop

Do they remember?

Do they realize it?

Do they race with each other?

Do they think of the images?

Maybe they think

“It will not happen to me

I always drive carefully”

All motorists should stay alert

On the road whild driving

We never know the drivers' habits

On the driving seats most drivers change

They forget about danger on the road

They think they own the free way

Yesterday a driver never stop at T-junction

He just drove right with the traffic flow

He didn't care what he was doing

It is his habit one day he will get his medicine

The accident cars on display on the side road

It is to tell other motorists to drive carefully

It is better late than falling deep into the hole

Will they remember as they drive along the free way?

unity the mighty sword

Quick results cut corners

When it falls blame it on God

It never fail to get away

It never fail to get us angry

But what can we do?

The chain of cronies run

Helping each other in time of need

They have the muscles and monies

On paper it looks a tough run

Until we stand united that will be the day

History has shown us the way

Why empires and emperors fell

If we want to make it right

Through the generations to come

We have to stand together

Hit the road and make it works

the bridge of ghosts

The Penang Bridge

The connecting of an island to the land

Save time on the destination

Increase costs of transportation

It is the bridge of the news

The place for the lost souls

The place where suicides fall

Into the water of no return

The bridge of ghosts

They wait there to take souls

Of the living souls in low fire

Believing living isn't worth the time

How many died jumping over the bridge?

Some were saved by the alert public

Many jumped too quickly and lost lives

A tragedy if only they share their misery

The bridge of ghosts

The bridge for the falling souls

With glare of lights and passing motorists

A wrong way to go a wrong way saying goodbye

the car parking lots

The shop-owners

They refuse to pay parking fees

A reduced monthly charges

They think it's a waste of money

The shop-owners will do

Putting plastic chairs or bicycles

On the parking lots depriving others

The chance to park their cars

The shop-owners behave they own the lots

Refusing to remove the plastic chairs or bicycles

They will come out to stare at the motorists

As if to say “Nowhere you are allowed to park here!”

We don't expect the town council officers

They only stay in office waiting to hear complaints

They don't walk around the street

Getting first hand experience

This is what we have seen

The shop-owners will never pay

Reprimand once, reprimand twice

The third time offence send them to jail

the litterbugs in our lives

The litterbugs in our lives

We think educated people will behave

In the interest of the general surrounding

How wrong we are believing it

With education comes power

With the people think differently

They feel they are the masters

They can do as they like

The littering we have seen on the highways

In the playgrounds, on the fields

In the cinemas, in the markets

In food courts sometimes restaurants

Woe the educated people!

With the gift of knowledge

They forget the basic training

Keep clean all the times!

The Malacca city council

It's the right way to go

Shame the litterbugs

Let them walk the street

The litterbugs in our lives

They bring shame to the people

They are the educated lot

They failed to apply their education

live in bliss live in pain

Some live the bliss

Knowing not of the bad

Some live in pain

Scavenging day and night

Some live in the tower

With servants for every meal

Living the good life

Feeling not of the destitute

Some live without homes

In the day hunting for jobs and food

Any type of jobs as long as it brings cash

Living the poor life day in day out

Some say their prayers

Some get angry of the unfairness

But life is good and bad

It's God way to test our faith

the red spots

The red spots

Every lane in our minds

We know it long ago

We can't do much about it

This is our faults

We don't wake up and realize

What we have done to our nation

Letting the fools make us cry

The red spots

In our eyes we see

The eye doctor will say

We go the wrong way

What can we do about it?

We have to realize it and change

Now the toll of laws to protect

It isn't for us we realize that

Sedition Act, Sosma, PAA

Now the NSC bill to cow us

The incompetent Bee Anne leaders

They want to rule until we cry no tears

Only Sultan of Johore

He always makes the call

Criticising the government

A wise ruler learned through the years

Now we have to make the way

We can't let Bee Anne stay forever

The party has its time and day

It's time to have a new kid on the block

when the house is empty

When the house is empty

The stray cats stay away

They sense there is nothing to show

To disturb the owner

The stray cats like humans

They too want to show or mark their presence

In the parade ground to show

“Hey guys we are here!”

The stray cats recognize the value

Of disturbing the human race

The cats never show appreciation

They think they are the masters

The cats will thumb noses

At the humans even feeding them

They don't appreciate your good deeds

They will say it is our job to make them full

When the owner returns to the house

The stray cats sense it and so they jump over the fence

Put their marks in the garden or sleep on the shoe racks

“Hey guys! We are here!”

This is how the cats behave

They think they have servants around

Picking up what they leave behind

They thumb their noses at the human beings

the liars

The liars still hold

The string of power in their hands

You don't need a university degree

You only need a power to inflict pain

Once you have the gift to play with words

The world of hungry souls in your hands

You can promise the stars and the moon

They will not turn around and run

As long as they think there is a way

To get off the hungry look in their eyes

They only wish the pain to disappear

Join the chorus of singing praises

All it takes to show them how

Get them into it let them feel the need

Once they are hooked into it

The addiction will make them slaves

Then the power of pain

The forever crying in vain

The liars smile

They live in style

the chords of life

The chords of life

What scale you play?

Do you change it often?

Do you stick to it all the times?

The chords of life

Routine helps to feel needed

But don't let it breed you conceited

There are many scales in the playing

It changes to get out of the rut

It makes the look of life interesting

The chord of life

It shouldn't stay in a scale

A song can be played

In many forms and scales

The sound still sound good

So don't settle for a set routine

karma for the old

Age takes hold

The old get the respect

This is what we are told

Growing up in the years

Sometimes it never happen

The old get the mistreatment

In public transport or in government

The services provided merely below the grade

The young think they own it

The old have passed their grade

It is time they make way

It is the age of the young

Educated or uneducated

On the ground it tells differently

Sometimes the old get no respect

They are thought as a nuisance

Maybe it is karma

The cycle returns to haunt

There is always a reason

Why old get kick about sometimes

we can't forget without the truth

The digging holes

It never seem to get away

With rainy season the water clogged

On dry weather the big holes

We try to ignore it

Every day we hear the story

The spinning wheel keeps turning

We can't find solutions to its worry

The corridor of shadows

The apple-polishers ring

The story of our times

We try to ignore it

It never get away

We live; breathe on it; and dream

How can we land so low?

Our dignity our faces our values?

It's the lies that breathe

Breaking into our minds

It never want to get away

We can't forget without the truth

the season of joy 4

Some missing on Christmas Day

The family gathering event

Though we know some can't make it

Across oceans to share the joy

Looking at the faces

We know through the years

The Morris and Webb families

We miss all of you

But our thoughts share

Across oceans on Christmas Day

And everyday through the years

The joy we share in our lives

May The Lord grant all of you

All the wishes and hopes in the year

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

May good health flourishes and wishes sing

change our way to see the light

Joy to the world

Let the bell keep ringing

The soothing songs in our minds

Let us stand together and share

The share of pain and sorrow

It rains every corner of the world

The bad we do to make our progress

We forget to keep the peace and joy

We forget to build bridges

We think we can fly instantly

We make pain and sorrow

In the world we share and live

We should stop giving excuses

The world needs peace and joy

Let us hear the soothing songs

We should bridges of sharing

It is still never too late

The world we live and die

Change our ways and see the light

We will never get it wrong

religions build bridges

Don't be afraid

The other religions want to flow

In the world of billions people

Give them a chance to worship

Religions bashing

It brings us nowhere

One should respect other faiths

There are here for a reason

No religion should run down others

It isn't scripted in the holy books

Every religion should share its values

Every one wants to cross over the paradise gate

The fanatics shouldn't be allowed to grow

They will threaten the bridge of peace and joy

They don't understand their roles in play

They think they are qualified few....

All religions should build bridges

It is what God wanted us to do

There is no such thing one is better than the others

It is the wrong door others fail to see

the game of hiding the truth

The scandals find no answer

It still haunts in our minds

We wish it can be settled quickly

But it never come our way

The game of hiding the truth

The shadows become quiet lately

Every one packed home

Taking a break before the season ends

But the truth on the scandals

They bring with them home

In their minds they will think

Why it should happen in the country?

The answer finds no words

The corridors keep quiet

Using legal eagles to scoop it down

But the opponents aren't cowed by it

The nation needs it

She wants to be free

She can't have rope around her neck

She wants to breath easily

The scandals find no answer

The shadows will not escape

The net is closing in...

The nation needs it