mat rempits in the night

Mat Rempits

Clouding up the sky

They revved up their machines

The green light in the night

The girls on the grid

Watching, smiling and eager to please

The prizes they offer

Mat Rempits going wild

The dark night glow

The headlights of machines

The race and antics

The show on the road

And we hear the PM is worried?

He should tackle the root cause

Mat Rempits want to live free

Hit the road with their machines

Put them in the racing programmes

Let the professionals deal with them

Maybe they can become world champion

Racing the world over

Mat Rempits

They go nowhere

They only get in trouble

Sometimes maimed for life

the time just walk with me

Strumming my life

Let me dreaming on

The world once I had been

Now it is free and lazy

From North to South

East and West I went

Hill, beach and city

Loved every moment of it

The sound of whisper

The ringing of telephone

The chattering around

Friends knew and gone

The air of memories

The footprints of my life

Now it is free and lazy

The time just walk with me

the cracked heart cries

The wind is blowing

The cracked heart cries

The lost love to the sea

Waving goodbye

On the bridge

The man looks so sad

Seeing his love gone

To the cruise ship she has gone

He wanted to go

But work forced him to stay

The woman got angry

Broke up with him

He listens to the wind

The breezes choking him

What can he do now?

Waving goodbye

In the sunset clouds

The mixed colours in the sky

The woman watches him

Sadness in her heart as well

She raises her hand

Waving back to him

The man waves back

Maybe there is still hope..

the sickening thrill

The big crowd the huge celebrations

The risk of injury or death n't be discounted

The gathering of a few hundred thousand people

It takes a gun shot sound the stampede will rush

Those who are eager to go

They should know the risks involved

They shouldn't go blindly

With the huge crowd safety is an issue

When death occurs

As a result of a stampede

Nobody should feel sorry

There shouldn't be any pain

The people know

They just want to go

Stand on the ground

Feel the adrenalin flow

It is unfortunate

Some crazy people will do

The sickening thrill to see

The humans go into stampede

the selfie tourists

The selfie tourists

Flocking to Kelantan

What they wanted to see?

A page of history?

So many motorists

Clogging the roads

After floods had receded

They wanted a piece of h istory

The relief workers

Wish these people could help

With so many jamming up the roads

But it is a wishful dreaming

The selfie tourists

Clicking the disaster scenes

Of misery and pain of the victims

Houses and properties lost in the floods

If only they could help

Fold up their sleeves and pants

Take brooms or pails or buckets

Help the victims to clear up mud and rubbish

But this is the page of history

The selfie tourists want to keep as souvenirs

The flooded town and its neighbours

Of nature warning and humans suffering

the middle ground

The moderates and extremists

They are the intellectual groups

Moving in opposite direction

The nation will just sip “teh tarik”

The lower groups of society

They are fighting to feed the families

Finding jobs to tide the woes

They don't have time to quarrel

The middle class groups

They feel comfortable but with fear

Finding ways to run away

But everywhere can be the same

So they hedge their bets

On the moderate stand they go

Believing that's the best policy

We are Malaysians after all

But extremists think otherwise

They think they are the majority

They can do what they like

The core values of the Constitution

Now they think they have the opportunity

The Islamic militants running wild in other nations

Branding their kind of military Islam to the fore

But they forget God's law belong to God!

The middle ground should be the way

The decades of living peacefully

Why want to create issues out of it?

When the country is Secular

the people's jet

The people's jet flew

Around the world it went

Who were on board the jet plane?

All were kept quiet

Hawaii golf with Obama

Flew to Indianapolis, Dubai, Hong Kong

London then to Bangkok

Finally flew back to KLIA

At those times

The prime minister in flooded states

Throwing his face for publicity engagement

“See we have a caring prime minister”

Right now what was the costs?

The taxpayers have a right to know

Who are the people in the people's jet?

We want to know

the puppies

The puppies in the wooden cage

The Indian owner leaves them back of the house

Rain or shine the owner doesn't care

The puppies yapping whole day through

Though he shows his liking to dogs

But the treatment leaves much to be improved

Letting the puppies crooning for hours

In the wooden cage who wants it in?

I don't know about his neighbours

The whole night the puppies singing

In the quiet of the night

The echo sings it through

Maybe they get used to it

The neighbor dogs and puppies

Animals like humans like to be free

If only he knows that in his breeding

prices never come down

Fuel prices drop

It sounds good news

The people's ears

The pockets have some coins

Walk around the hawker's corners

The prices will not reduce

They will give many reasons

Water and electricity never follow

Wages can't reduce

Once it is increased

It stays stagnant or be reviewed

So the prices of goods and services remained

The transport charges too

The greed down the line

Squeeze the people

The cycle will begin

Don't talk about enforcement

It is a disease in the management

Only when a minister walks around

These officers will come to check

We don't expect any changes

What's going up it hardly comes down

We think the government will do something?

“Don't patronize shops charging too high”

the women have evolved

Centuries old advice

Sometimes it can't be applied

Women to stay at home and raise children

Waiting for the men to come home

Those were the centuries

Where women were treated like chattels

Some even treated like slaves

With their lives as the mercy of men

Women had evolved

They aren't stupid anymore

The centuries of learning

The centuries of trying to be heard

The women got their way

They aren't women on parade

Making babies keeping homes

They have become leaders of men

The centuries of training

Facing hardship and death

The women know what it is like

They know how to balance their lives

The centuries old advice

It can't be applied now

Men and Women and Half

They have every right to stay free

the floods a constant warning

The floods water

The children will dive

It's the time to be free

Playing in the floods

Though safety issues are highlighted

Some parents will just forget

Old habits die hard it is said

The children will take the free dip

Some enterprising ones

They will row a boat for rides

Along the flooding areas

Rowing the boat

Adults will talk about water born diseases

The contaminated water and its effects

But the children they will just ignore and jump in

The water like a magnet throwing them a challenge

Of course some children drown

When the current is too strong to navigate

By then there is noting the children could do

They know they will not make it to the higher ground

The floods will cause tragedy

It is always the story will be told

Somehow as if there is the evil one

Challenging the mind to take a dive

nature makes her point

The floods make its point

The humans misery let them feel

What's there to cry about?

They don't make the right choice

Nature cries for years

“Don't demolish my home

I am the owner you are my tenants

Though you have forgotten

The occasional warning

I give but you ignore

You keep cutting and digging

Demolish my structures and home

Now you can feel

How painful when properties are lost

Sometimes losing lives in the floods

It's the sorrow and pain do you understand?”

It is considered the worst floods in history

The Nature sends it as her many warnings

Wake up people and do the right way

Change our lives change our political journey

the old car

The old car parks on the side road

The years she had traveled far and near

When she was new on her way

The energetic runs on the highway

Now age has taken its toll

The old car hardly runs along

Occasionally she will spin

Along the housing roads

She had braved through flood areas

Temerloh and Kota Tinggi

She ran through without problem

When she was young she could

She could drive to Changlun

Hopped in to Langkawi

Even drove in to Singapore

Hanging around in Kuala Lumpur

Now she appeared in Google map

Of housing areas in the State

She was lucky parking on the side road

Googled it there she was guarding the house

The old car she has her history

Though rust has attacked her frequently

The owner can't let her go

It is his sentimental friend

don't blame God for our tragedy

The man sat on the debris

Of his house lost and personal belonging

Looking sad with tears in his eyes

He knew it would be a long while

He wasn't the only

There are many like him

Going home after the floods receded

The mopping up and putting back their lives

The losses may run into billions

When the costs finally totaled up

The floods politics will come to play

It has been going around already

The volunteers came

Braving themselves to help

The floods brought us together

A common tragedy a common platform

Don't blame God of our tragedy

This is our greed destroying nature

The warnings issued to us

We have to change to move forward

the country will change

The country will change

It isn't by the non-Malays

It is by the Malays themselves

With the support of the other races

When I was living in the kampong

This was transpired in the old gathering

It was the Malays who wanted change

Then it could happen in this country

Those old men had gone

The village too had disappeared

But the change we talked about

It hasn't knocked at the door

Now the country in division

Through the years of elites

The division of class

It makes the Malays wanting change

So we will see

The country's landscape

The majority looking to shape our destiny

The country needs it badly

the cats are great pretenders

The cats are the great pretenders

They walked in with heads held high

Knowing full well this isn't their home

They are the running vagabonds

When the area is quiet and free

With shades surrounding the house

They will laze around leaving footprints

The smell of urine or poo

The cats are arrogant too

They will stare back at you

As if they are bein disturbed

By the outside intruders

The noises will not make them run

They will pretend not to hear the sound

They just look back looking around

They walk slowly no hurry to run

When a cane is produced

Hitting the wall or pot the cats run

They know the sound of beats

The cats will run and dash away

the police hunt the militants

In this modern age

With technologies so advance

Every information can be found

Just be a click the answer pages

Yet there are group of people

The evil intention to destroy

The fabric of peace and harmony

Cherished by all loving souls

The militants going overdrive

Spreading its kind of evil brand

Using religion as a backdrop

Many fall for its disguises

The women will be used as chattels

Servicing the men thinking heaven will open

These women willingly sacrifice for a cause

In heaven will be just a pipe dream

The sins they will commit

The militants don't care

Taking lives to create fear

They just want power and wealth

The police on the hunt

Capturing 59 militants

Some have escaped

But the seeds planted on the soil

We shouldn't allow the militants to grow

Even the racist Malay NGOs should be banned

They can be the conduit for the sinister plot

Creating chaos building up fear

The police better spend resources

Don't spend time in politics

Hammering the opposition members

The security of the nation is at stake!

the floods of politics

The flood evacuees

They are worried about many things

Chief among them properties and documents

The start over all again

No doubt the cleaning of debris

Mud on the ground and walls

Don't talk about other things

Most will be destroyed

Yet we see

The scoring points of Amno Baru

Old bags of rice with leaders pictures

Paid by the taxpayers to the flood victims

No expiring date on the bag of rice?

GE13 came and gone and the goods stayed

Amno Baru leaders should have donated all

Now are the bags of rice save for consumption?

In time of flood

Politics should stay behind

But the crass politics of Amno Baru

Malaysia will cry in pain

The unsung heroes and heroines

They don't think of politics

They want to help their country citizens

They are there to get the services moving

the lone eagle

The lone eagle flies

Up in the hot sunny sky

Flapping its wings

On a leisurely flight

On the ground

It doesn't see preys

It doesn't want to pursue

The pigeons, hens and cats

Circling around the neighbourhood

Maybe just a routine flight on its way home

There is nothing for the eagle

In the sky it flies

The hot sun

The white and blue sky

The lonely eagle flapping its wings

Maybe on its way home

the pictures of sorrow and pain

The web lines on the faces

The tears fell so easily on the tragedy

Family members, relatives and friends

When the bodies were found

The last hope all gone to the wind

Finding answers would not be easy

How did a commercial jet fall from the sky?

They said the black boxes might hold the key

Of how the commercial jet plane gone turtle?

We couldn't blame God

God wasn't the pilot on the plane

God didn't make the aeroplanes

We were the ones...

The pictures of sorrow and pain

Raining on the faces as lost souls found

The grim faces of the rescue workers

The tasks ahead and mopping up operations

QZ8501 tried her best

In the natural elements of stormy weather

The pilots could have done all they could

Yet the commercial jet crashed and the lost souls

the few days of hot sun

The few days of hot sun

The flood situations have receded

Affected people can go home

What they see tears will fall

It isn't the end

The mopping up will begin

The weeks ahead the tiring effects

The jobs still need to be done

It is humans greed

The corruption under the table

Nature has spoken

Enough warning given

It has nothing to do with hudud implementation

God's law belong to God

No human should try to tamper with it

We have to get our own laws

Now the losses on the floods

It reported over $200 million losses

The figure will be increased

When the flood situations are gone

Do we learn?

Nature mustn't be destroyed

It has nothing to do with God

It is our greed and corruption destroyed

it's the new year

It's the New Year

The fall out of bad news in 2014

It will stay with us for a while

The government must play its role

Comb for hidden plots and destructions

It can't work staying in office whole day

Walk the ground listen to the people

Troll the internet,blogs, and social medias

Airlines bombers have tried different methods

They can hack into any systems

If the intention is evil..

But the New Year

There will still be calm

Tragedies will come

The people will stand up

Holding hands in common unity

For the world is our home

Good or bad we have to live through

Back home the Taliban outlook

The extremists will try to dig up holes

Expecting the blind to fall in

They forget the blind can hear

So the sour grapes will be nasty and uncouth

Nothing will change them

They think they are the little gods

They forget religions have no compulsion

It is a free religion anyone can open the door

In one state the authority passed a law

Shops will have to close on Friday

Every Muslim must go to the mosque to pray

Failure a fine of $1,000 will be imposed

Where have the authority gone wrong?

Religions have no compulsion

The New Year

The same old stories will be told

We have to change our outlook

We have to fight for our rights

We have to uphold our Constitution

And land of our lives

love alone can't make you live

Love alone can't make you live

It is just the romantic illusion for the mind

It doesn't give you the food and drink

Alone with it the days will make you weak

Love alone will not make the world

You can stay whole night dreaming of it

You have to face the truth when it arrives

Will love make you strong, energetic and wise?

You need other things to live

Love alone can't make you survive

You need to face reality

To stay strong you need your nutrients

Love is for the romantic souls

Believing they can solve all problems

And live happily ever after..

If only it is that simple

You need money to get through

Without it you can just dream of wasted energy

Building castle in the air to serve your dreams

For love to survive you need to stay alive!

self interests will destroy its good work

The frogs in the pond

Plenty of water to play

The lotus leaves growing plenty

They think of grand schemes

Beyond the pond

The heavy rainfalls

They see a new playground

They think they can hop in

The short reasoning

It is just a short period of time

In their minds they think of the greater heights

No venture there is no gain

But the frogs forget

Once out of the pond

There is no escape

The elements will destroy them

For now the frogs can fly

“Look guys plenty of water

We will not die venturing abroad”

Self interests will destroy its good work

the guitar playing

The guitar playing

Once I thought it was just learning chords

Played a few strum patterns

There I could hear the songs

It turned out

It was a long way to learn

It wasn't easy as I thought

It was a long way to go

The scale patterns

The chords progressions

The riffs along the way

The little theory it said

Imagine the minor and major scales

The various letters, sharps and flats

It would become a little confusing

For learning guitar as a hobby

The exercises on the fingers

The pressures and the strokes

It had to follow patterns

The rhythm beats and the right beats

It is still a hobby

Trying to get the mood going

At least it keeps my mind occupies

Exercise my fingers and imagine the flow