the persian cat never returns

The Persian cat never returns

He acts in an erratic manner

The days and nights, he sees no difference

When mating season begins

He will become hook

Sometimes running around

Sometimes chasing other male cats away

He doesn’t want competition

He doesn’t realize he is an old cat

He can’t fight with the young male cats

But he doesn’t see it that way

He thinks he is the male Persian cat

So, he never returns home

He pays his time and energy somewhere else

In a house there is a white local female cat

There he will stay not hungry not sleepy

the malay NGOs

The Malay NGOs

Wake up from your slumber

Don’t live on handouts

Get out of your addiction

We can’t live on discrimination

We should live and share our ideas and wealth

Together we stay in unity to forge ahead

You don’t take and take for your own

There are laws and conventions

We aren’t living in a coconut shell

We are sharing with the world of communities

The Malay NGOs don’t live on addiction

There is no Malay supremacy in the Constitution

It is His Majesty to protect his subjects

On certain issues relating to special rights

And interest of other communities

It has nothing to do with Malayan Union

Don’t try to pull a wool over our eyes

It is to get rid of discrimination in our lives

The Malayan Union is dead and in history

The Malay NGOs do us a favour

Are you Malaysian or a race?

We want Malaysians to share and forge ahead

In our nation of many colours and belief

in a street fight

In a street fight

It is defense and run

It’s no use winning it

Later lose a life

In a street fight

Stay calm find a way out

It is better to lose and walk away

Even live with a calling name

Just remember life is precious

Each person has a life to live

Enjoy the best with it

Why lose it and regret?

The male cats will meow loudly

Each trying to prolong a fight

The cats know the scratches and injuries

So, they play the game of meowing

Nobody wants injuries

Sometimes death can occur

Remember the song “Billy, don’t be a hero”

Sometimes be a loser to fight another day

learn from the streets

The cultured coolness

It makes everyone thinks

How great is a person?

Sitting in the seat of power

The direction can be had

Every one around the table will agree

Many will not ask pertinent questions

They want to protect their own skins

A leader of this calibre

He will face his weakness

When a clever reporter poses questions

He will find it hard to crack his answers

A leader who hasn’t learned from the ground

He will find it hard to fight with confidence

The cultured coolness is a false façade

He will crack his cool when the heat gets unbearable

Learn from the streets

It will tell you how to stay alive

In times of unbearable road

It will come to save a soul or direction

the tragedy of lives

The tragedy of lives

It is always sad to read their fate

One minute so happy full of life

Next second their destination end

Whom can we put blame?

The technical crew repairing it

Lucifer wants to claim more souls?

As God drinks his red wine?

We will never know

We will put the blame on technical weaknesses

Like the jet-planes or buses or cars

Maybe Lucifer wants to get more souls

We know we will go one day

There is nothing to blame or delay it

But the way we all go need to be changed

Let us all go to sleep and dream of paradise

Condolences to Lion Air

The pilots, crews and passengers

Let their souls be given the light

From the darkness blooming with brightness

the ordinary folks

The ordinary folks

They aren’t thinking of the budget

They are thinking for themselves

What the nation can do for them?

As long as they can have

The needs they want everyday

The ordinary folks will stay calm

They aren’t afraid to face the truth

Maybe they recognize the hardship

It is nothing new to these ordinary people

They have gone through the process

They aren’t afraid to go there again

Every professional and businessman

They want to gain from the budget

They will put up reasons and why

They are afraid taxes may cut into their lives

The ordinary folks

They will carry on their tasks

In their minds they face hardship before

Back again what is the fuss?

the death penalty

The death penalty

It doesn’t help to curtail capital crimes

The criminals will dare to challenge it

Even pay with their lives

Most of bad hats want an easy living

They don’t want to work hard earn credits

They will rather go for the easy hits

Rob and kill, pushing drugs or drug mules

Look at the law

It doesn’t deter the criminals to behave

They will flex their muscles to challenge

It is the pot of honey tempting fate

In the world we live

The death penalty isn’t stopping crimes

It is the nature of human beings

Seek the challenge for wealth creations

Some will work for it

Some will rob and kill to take

The wealth somebody makes

Or like drugs to get permanent addicts

Life and death

Only God has the right

Let us not live in sin

Behaving like little gods

Let death penalty be in history

Let the criminals stay in for life in prison

Let them pray and repent

For in time they will regret their sins

the wind

The wind is howling

Traveling in slow speed

The trees and bushes wave sleepily

As if to say “Don’t need to worry”

The echo of the night wind

Brushing the night in low speed

It never wants to scare the low areas

Afraid of the rising tides

The city and town dwellers

They will not fear of rising wind

Cuddle in the cool rooms

Dreaming of nights in white horses

The rumbling on the hilly slopes

The falling stones and rubbles

Rolling down to the valleys

It’s the sign of bad planning

The wind rising up in energy

The night sky turns in lights of lightning

The thunder rolls along the sky

It wakes up the sleepy heads

Then the roar of falling rain

The flash floods in certain areas

The rising tides on the coastal region

The people living there worrying it

The energetic wind howling

The trees and bushes aren’t sleeping

The look of their shady plays

It isn’t a time to be brave

we have forgotten

Death is everywhere

In the air

In the homes

On the fields

In the buses

In the cars

In the rivers

In the seas or oceans

In the lakes

In the hospitals

In the nursery homes

In the old folks’ paradise

By the bullets

By the bombs

By the knives

By the swords

By the tanks

By the poison gas

By accidents

By negligence

By murders

By plotters

By poisons

By religious fanatics

When Earth implodes

Nothing will be saved

We better pray hard

Sincerely for Earth to stay

For God can make it all disappear

In death ashes return to the soil

And we are still fighting

Even death staring in our faces

We have forgotten to live in peace

We have forgotten we have a 99 years lease

the great liar

The great liar

Alone he will fall

He can’t find support

When his lies can’t be the truth

As Tunku* said before

Once you reached the top

You would have to come down

So be kind and good as you walked the steps

One day when you walked down

You would see the same faces again

Why wanted to do bad?

When you would not enjoy it

The great liar

The sins will hang over the head

The mind will be full of bad deeds

It will pull to the dark pit

* Tunku Abdul Rahman the first PM Malaysia

dream big really?

Dream big they say

The sky is the limit

Go out and get it

Honestly is that the way?

Can we achieve it?

Dream big to feel virtually good?

I will say dream on the achievable goals

This is the way to make progress

Along the way we don’t feel down

We will achieve our confidence

We will walk or run with our abilities

Honestly many of us will not fly to the moon

Even to save for old age

We don’t have our saving

And we want to dream big?

Do the little things

In the long run we will build

Our fortunes to live well

We don’t have to regret in our lives

We dream what we can achieve in our times

the tricks of trade

The tricks of trade

In politics and business

The leaders will tell

The soothing effects

They don’t tell you straight

They can’t say a spade is a spade

They will plant the flowery words

Hiding the true facts behind an intention

“We do not accept cross-overs

When the advantage is obvious

The cross-overs will be absorbed

It will boost the party image and representation”

Even in business it will work behind the scenes

Nothing will be forth coming only minor details

When the push comes to hit the wall

Lay offs will be suddenly arrived

The economic fundamentals are good

It is only the players don’t play the games

They hide in cubicles afraid to commit

Living with their hopes and dreams

The tricks of trade

It affects us all in the cycle

The truth and lies it sings its songs

We should filter it and know the tricks

mo1 in the perfect storm

MO1 in the perfect storm

It brought down Bee Anne

It made Amno baru kneel

Once the great party fell

Now MO1 is hit by 37 charges

He is in the centre of the storm

He will find no way to escape

Even hot-shot lawyer can’t get him away

He still spins his tales

He is afraid nobody will remember him

The voters had long ago abandoned his party

Only Pekan didn’t see his wrong!

Now Deepak suing him and his wife

For a tune of $685 million

Deepak also claimed he spent $300 million

All gratifications for his projects

But MO1 dismissed the claim

Deepak also said he gifted his wife a Bentley

Deepak has the documentary evidence

MO1 hasn’t seen it coming his way

The police haven’t filed in the charges

MO1 will be hauled up for many more

By the time his trial starts next year

He will be facing 60 charges in his name

He should shut up and stay quiet

He shouldn’t spin his tales anymore

He is as if a female ghost directs him

Spinning out of his mind and character

the budget of cuts and pain

The budget of cuts and pain

Who is to blame?

The nation in the debts cycle

MO1 and his gang of rich schemes

The headaches for PH government

Inheriting a government weak in finance

Plundering the nation coffers

Dancing in the illegal wealth

The budget of cuts and pain

It has to spread with some honey

Let’s have some good projects going on

Let the economy breathe some air

Let the basic needs strive

In the economy of cuts and pain

It will take us some times to get back

In the economy of prime and progress

atlantuya in the air

Atlantuya spreads her wings

In death she wants her pound of flesh

She hasn’t left Malaysia where she was murdered

Now she opens her eyes to seek her vengeance

The murderers are still free

One has hallucination of himself

Spewing crab of lies to cover other lies

In time he doesn’t know what he is talking

Every lie will link to the first lie

There is no way to escape the spinning tales

Along the way Atlantuya will wait her time

She has all eternity to take her pound of flesh

The air of her perfume

Spreading in the wind

The murderers are quivering in fear

The dark shadow will appear

The police may not reopen the case

It doesn’t mean the end of the sad story

The AGC may want to find the truth

Before the file is permanently close for good

One person is talking his tales

The spinning of his story hitting no where

In his mind he stills see the dark smile

“I want my pound of flesh”

we aren't alone in this universe

We aren’t alone in this Universe

We shouldn’t believe we are the only ones

We have to open our minds and eyes to see

The footprints of history will show us the way

The footprints of gods in the world

It stays for so many thousand years

It wasn’t built by those early humans

They didn’t have the skills and technology

It has to come from a superior being

We don’t see them in our lives

We can only read and see the wonders they left behind

The footprints of the gods

Now UFO sightings

Many recordings in sight

But the truth isn’t coming through

The suppressed information in denial

If we believe in God

We read of the 7 heavens

So, we must believe there are others

Watching us from above

The sad part is we believe in evidence

When there is none to show of UFO

We dismiss it as someone’s wild imagination

But the records will allow us to change our perception

anwar ibrahim

Anwar Ibrahim

A chance he shouldn’t forget

What he says what he wants to do

The people of change will be watching

Thus far we read what he said

There are still the elements of his Abim days

The Islamic approaches to the central theme

He mustn’t forget he is the Renaissance Man

The nation is a pot of many brews

It isn’t fill with one ingredient to boil

It is the collective unity of all races

Bringing forth the emergence of change

Anwar Ibrahim has to embrace it all

Pandering to a race will not help the nation

It has been done for over 61 years

It is time to shift the silver spoon feeding

The unity of all races

The nation needs to push for progress

There are still the elements of 3R

It has to minimize for the sake of the nation

Without a nation there is no race

Nation building comes prominent in our daily lives

Anwar Ibrahim shouldn’t forget how he suffered

Where all races came to support his incarceration

don't do drugs

Don’t do drugs

It will never send you to heaven

You will live a miserable life

Death if you are caught selling it

Know the law involves in it

It is a one- way street to the gallows

There are no second chances to stay

Once the courts make its ruling

Many young adults have died

Running to catch the easy monies

It is the short cut to hell

If only they understand its consequences

The drug mules know the sentence

Once they are caught they will face death

Trafficking drugs to get into easy living

They should think what will happen

Don’t do drugs

You will be living in hell

Every day of your life

Even death will not spare you

In Hades the processes will begin

You can plead for leniency

Of the crimes you did long ago

But you will know the consequences