the unforeseen jaw of tragedy

Life full of risks

In the course of one's years

Some will escape what they do

Others aren't lucky in their work

There are calculated risks

Taking that events knowing what are at stakes

The maximum uses of safety precautions

To minimise the unforeseen jaw of tragedy

Some are sporting risks

The thrill seekers defying the odds

The risks are huge no mistake must be made

Once it happens death is facing the wall

Yet some still never learn

They think they are the professionals

The risks they undertake will be managed

But jaw of tragedy still grabs them

bernard khoo

bernard khoo aka zorro unmasked

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One of the prominent Malaysian bloggers died

After a short battle with his illness he lost his ground

The man who wanted to craft a better world for Malaysians

He always at the front to fight for the causes

I met him years ago in Ipoh

We were there for the candles light vigil

On the field with other like minded people

Together with the DAP state and national leaders

He introduced me to Lim Kit Siang

We held our candles light vigil on the field

With the presence of detectives and uniformed police

It was a peaceful gathering for a cause

I never met him again after those years

I read in his blogs about the ills of the country

The shape he wanted others to know and fight for change

He never gave it up even when he was suffering with his illness

He still lighted his candles

Maybe he knew his time was up

So he made his damned rights to change

The people of this nation

Goodbye Zorro Unmasked

Now you could rest in peace

May the Lord welcome you home

In the land of paradise

the militant groups

The militant groups

Around the small islands

Living out of reach

Of Malaysia and her neighbours

Once a while they make an entrance

When they need millions to fight their causes

Malaysia's coastal islands will be the target

Herding the people out for ransom

It has happened a few times

Our forces should have learned

Patrolling the coastal areas and islands

The dragnet should be on target

It so happens it never

The porous security networks easily sneaking in

The militant groups know the layout

With IC issued they can mix around

Now our security forces patrol the seas

For how long before they forget?

The militant groups will wait and watch

For the millions on the latest kidnap victims

We have this DNA profile

We only act when something or event happens

Otherwise we will forget our security

In this time the militant groups strike

the angels sing

The angels sing

The praise of God

The life and death

We can't escape

Liberty of a cause

Liberty to express

Let no man try to impose

The way of God

We hear many

Religious authority will try

Impose its will on the people

When there is no compulsion

History returns

The hungry of power

It makes the nation religiously poor

When God allows us to be free

The angels sing

Of our stupid ways

We haven't learned from history

We see it coming back again

the mountain talking to the wind

The cloudy sky

Late evening of the day

The strong wind blowing

Shifting clouds to the mountain

The rain clouds seem going somewhere

The mountain talking to the wind

So there the clouds going

The town slowly getting the bright light

The thunder over the sky

Rolling on catching no one

The mountain talking to the wind

It has to be here

The nation hope

The rainfall will sing

On the dams to increase water stock

The people need it badly

the sorry

The sorry

It seems so hard to say

When events had gone wrong

Why want to keep quiet?

You can bully

The people back home

With the police, judiciary, AG and newspapers

Marching at your orders

On the world stage

You have shown your weakness

The flag bearer you can't hold high

You run and hide

The sorry

It takes courage to say

Say it and move on

It never diminishes a person's courage

paradise lost?

Paradise lost?

On the islands off Sabah

The Abu Sayyaf terrorists came

Took 2 hostages away

Why our navy no patrol?

Our men in blue on the islands?

We had quite a few cases of kidnapping

By the Muslim militant gangs

Lahad Datu incident

We thought the army beefed our security

Something isn't right at our borders

The Abu Sayyaf militant gangs could slip through

Maybe it is to do with Sabah IC project

This has come to haunt our security and police forces

The government should seriously consider reissuing IC

With different colours to render the previous ones obsolete

The paradise lost?

On Visit Malaysia 2014

MH370 given us too much adverse publicity

We don't need this kidnapping by a Muslim militant group

lottie sits in the water pool

Lottie sits in the water pool

Like a queen of the dog's world

Soaking wet on her paws

After a long hard walk

Then she stretches out

Letting her whole body soaking wet

Cooling it down the heat in her body

The cool water a welcome sight

Lottie is happy

The eyes saying it

Sitting down

like a queen of the dog's world

The first of many for the year

Lottie never complaints

She waits for her day

Stretching out in the water pool

it is hard to write the final word

End of the ocean

Nobody saw a thing

The data could say

It was hard to find

The false alarm

The debris found floating

It was not the real thing

MH370 is still elusive

The tears had dried long ago

The anguish too slowly disappeared

The knowledge of the worst

The fate of the passengers and crew

The closure can't be found

The fate of passengers and crew

It is hard to write the final word

When no proof has surfaced

don't destroy nature for profits

The wettest town

It got water rationing

It was a surprise to read

What happened in Taiping?

Did the authority fail to check?

Believing it is the wettest town?

The years of developments in the town

Contributing the less water catchment area?

The dam water is low

The town folks around 28,000

They have to take a long breath

Of nature wrath depleting natural resources

And in Jelebu

The driest town has water

The dam built helps to cushion the effect

Of water rationing in other districts

In the April and May

The weathermen say it is wet

Dry season will hit in June to October

The haze weather the constant hello

The land of plenty

Finally Nature wrecks havoc

Telling us to wake up

Don't destroy Nature for profits

life of changing moods

Guitar of chords

Life of changing moods

Every riff and change

The constant melody flow

It's like a conversation

You have to take a break

Along the chords of changing

Listen to melody of life

Sometimes you like the mood

Sometimes you hate it

Sometimes you want to waste the time

The chords of life in a day and a night

Yes...guitar of chords

Life of changing moods

In a quiet night the strings sing

It's like a conversation of a time

the lake of dreams

The lake of dreams

On the houses surrounding it

The sound of early morning

The evening sunset rolling

The natural setting

The good living will flourish

Imagine the quiet breezy wind

On the seasons of the year

With the state park status

It will properly controlled and managed

The trees and lake around the area

The migration of birds will find sanctuary

So the lake of dreams

Among the folks living there

The craft of good maintenance

The natural flow of breezy wind

houses by the lake

Houses by the lake

The worship of the minds

Every moneyed people

They intend to buy

The exclusivity of it

The serenity of the lake

The nights of cool breezes

The nights of quiet sound

The ordinary folks

They can dream on it

Maybe passing by to watch

The beautiful homes by the lake

The gated community

The caste of society

The cream of the lot

The houses they bought

the dust of agony

The dust of agony

It hasn't settled in our minds

Then we hear Bee Anne leaders say

They want to file charges

On the false reporting they claimed

They forget the same apply

The other party can sue too

Then the weaknesses of Bee Anne

The way the conduct of weaknesses

It will be exposed once again

Don't they realize we have enough of it

The butt of jokes in the world stage

MH370 hasn't found an ending

The search by countries can't find it

The script hasn't found a conclusion

We hear the Bee Anne wants to file charges

What are the leaders thinking?

The other parties will pile on the pressure

And we know our leaders can't take it

This isn't “do as I say or get out”

The world has seen our wrong

We haven't found how to remedy it

Our leaders think they can use legal redress

When the truth is their fault

They can't tell straight as it is

They have to say flip-flopping statements again

The agony of MH370

It hasn't died on us

The sea or land hide the prey

We haven't found it yet

the street art comes to town

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The ugly walls

The frayed paint

The sun heat takes its toll

The wall turns neglected

Then one day the street artists came

They had a mission to turn it around

The faded paint and ugly walls

Into the street arts on display

Nobody has a thought of it

Even the town councils never do

Even the owners never come

Suddenly the walls turn into art

It becomes popular

The people fall for it

The street art comes to town

The potential for tourism

the group of paint artists

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The group of paint artists

Sitting on their stools drawing

Eyes on the canvass minds working

The fingers moving effortlessly

They close out the bystanders

Watching them draw and paint

They are alone with their craft

Nothing will change them

The solid concentration

Alone in their thoughts and movements

Nothing will move them away

They are in their own world of art

The cars and motorbikes

Passing through roaring pass them

They don't even look up

They are in their own world

The street paint artists

Sometimes you find them on the side street

Drawing and painting their masterpieces

And they hope they can make some money

we are born to learn

Some find suicide

The easy way to run away

Leaving the material world behind

They think they do it for favours

They don't think it quickly

Existing lives never solve anything

It is like from the pan to the fire

The burning episode of their lives

They leave behind grieving families and friends

They can't accept their losses of the departing souls

The departed souls think they have escaped...

The clutches of problems by closing eyes for good

The sorrows they planted

By escaping from their lives

Never learn to fight for it

How are they going to survive?

We are born to learn

Fight the good and bad in our lives

As long as we stand the ground

We can say “We fight on our best”

do what we know best

We are born for something

In our lives we have to find

In the process we will find obstacles

The natural way where one wants a winner

The competition spirit

It raises the stake higher

Everyone will try to do the best

Even falling short is allowed

But we forget in our worldly pursuits

Everything we want we must have

There are things we can't possess

It is beyond our reach and money

We have to accept our weaknesses

In living our lives everyday

There will be hiccups in our waking hours

We have to accept it is parcel of life

Each of us has a role to play

We use our ability game we know best

On it this is the way to pursue

The joy is in our hands

under the gazebo

The bushes on an island

On the water the misty cry

The breezy wind taking its stroll

The camouflage of misty white

Under the gazebo of shade

The pretty women and the man

Smiling pretty on their moments

Of a time they would remember

The faces of joy

The freedom to express

No worry about the shadows

The misty flow would shade them

The misty shadow reaching over

Before the light was out

The shades of misty cover

Under the gazebo the smiling faces glow

the wall of sinners

The wall of sinners

Nobody will recognize the faces

When they walk away

Holding heads high

Everyday the walls are up

Helping the sinners to stay

Away from the public eyes

What they do behind close doors

It's like dust in the sky

The covering up behind the clouds

The wall of sinners

The sun rays never forget

The wind will cry to them

Stop the pretenses and come out right

The wall of sinners

They close up ears listening to what they want

the hunt is still on

The hundreds of debris

The gloomy outlook it was

When it was fished out

It was nothing to shout

The hunt is still on

The prey seems hard to find

Days have gone

The fatigue will come in

The affected families wait

They are angry without conclusion

Nobody can blame them

When the truth keep running away

Even the pilot last words

The authority couldn't get it right

After weeks it was finally corrected

“Goodnight Malaysian three seven zero”

The prayers still hoping for the jet plane

It may have landed on a secured ground

The satellite company didn't want to speculate

It just said the ping gone at that drop zone

The SAR operatives keep searching

Maybe the jet plane never in the ocean

So far there is no clue whatsoever

Where MH370 had gone..

on the holy ground

On the holy ground

The crying of prayers

It rings quietly to the sky

And the wind take it along

The city of sinners

The village of closed out minds

The good news and bad vibes

They will gather to pray

The God of Compassion

The Giver of Good Life

The God of Love and Mercy

The congregation will pray

The lights on their lives

The straight path to heavens

Every step they seek...

Yet purity is hard to come by

Out of the holy ground

The black angels smile

The temptations will begin

The cycle will turn dizzy

Everything we do or say

We will not know it is right or wrong

The good news and bad vibes

Only God will make us forget and cry

the change

The change

It has to come

The time of our times

The signs we see everyday

The political climate

The errors of our ways

We know the changes

We have to do now

Every time a major disaster

The authority only wakes up

This isn't good for the country

The changes of our times

The laws never apply equally

We see it happens so often

The culprits will go free

No action or penalty to pay

The change

We can't take like it is

Even the wind will change direction

We can't keep quiet hope it will go away

It never happens

The power we assigned

We have to take it back

In our hands we can change