when in the forest

When in the forest

Don't think you are alone

Don't think you are in a group

Everything will be free

Just be aware

The forest has its own inhabitants

The unseen angels flying around

Watching your every move

No doubt you will hear

The noises of God's creatures

The waving whisper of the leaves

The wind howling among the dense trees

The shadow lights falling

Carpeting the ground of moist dead leaves

Every step you take it along

Don't forget you are just passing through

When wrong turn or move or action

The forest watchers will punish you

You may get lost or you may trip and fall

Screaming in the forest you are just alone

The forest you trek in

Learn to appreciate its dwelling

Learn to respect its features

Don't try to make a fool of it

the burial grounds

The burial grounds

The row and row of it

Of the tombstones display

Of the host bodies gone

Buried underground

For eternity of the darkness

Leaving bones for history

For the next wave visiting

Hell and paradise

The journey of our belief

The old scriptures painted it

In reality it is living and dead

The burial grounds

The testimony of hell

Into the darkness we fall

Once our souls gone

The paradise we dream

The heaven we seek to travel

We never know in our times

We can only draw on it

the forest

The forest in the dim light

The silence in the green

The many eyes floating in the air

They never go to sleep

You walk in the shadows

The long arm of branches

Waving in the silent night

If you think of ghosts

It seems to come alive

You will feel the cold touches

As if caressing your neck...

As you walk in the forest

Don't call names

The night will imitate

It is the sign language

To protect the souls

In the forest why some go astray

They don't practise the solemn way

Calling names and laughing away

Until a mist direct them in different direction

In the forest there are rules

Don't try to play smart alec

The forest will engulf your soul

You will just go missing that's all

the gangster women

The gangster women

What a change!

They know the way

In the racket business

They learned from the men

How the men conduct their affairs

Why not take a leaf and go?

What's there to lose?

The gangster women

They want the richness too

They have a better advantage

They are women

In the society of power and wealth

The gangster women will come

They will look for the prey

They know the way

stuck on you

Stuck on you

The years never change

Everything still the same

Even the morning rain

The whispering rain

Falling down from the sky

Leaping out from roof tops

Caressing to the drains

Stuck on you

The sun and the moon

The years never change

Everything still the same

But when we listen

The ozone layers change

Too much pollution

Causing the pain on the soft skin

Stuck on you

The sun says

The moon agrees

The wind laughs along

On the ground

Do you listen?

Nay...it is the same

The years never change

once you are high

The rain fall

The wind blow

The beating on the leaves

Swaying then let go

The soft whisper

The dead leaves on the ground

Withered turning brown

Lifeless slowly composing its own

The wind just blow it away

The rolling dead leaves fly

Waving it once more in the air

As the rain beating it down

The new detached leaves

Swinging along with the wind

The final wave knowing its fate

On the heap on the ground

Once you are high

Don't forget your root

You surely have to come down

When the season changes

the city of shadows

The city noise and rumble

The waking hours seem forever

The motorists driving like zombies

Of ligh and dark what's the difference?

Ah..it is the money

Nothing else that matters

Work hard for the cash

It makes the living hard to forget

The crying in the dark

Some homeless can't go home

Living in the hot humid corridors

What else is there for hope?

The drug addicts in midnight raids

Looking for the next fix for a high

Things they can steal; money they can rob

What else is there for tomorrow?

Well..tomorrow is still alive!

The pages haven written out as yet

Maybe tonight there will be changes

The transformation into a whole clean world?

But the city will grow

The familiar shadows of actors and actresses

The stage set for tomorrow

Will it be the same shadows?

don't give up easily

Don't give up easily

In life there are many obstacles

Many will want you to fail

Many will want you to succeed

Along the way it is you

The choices you make in your life

You have to pull it through

Against all odds gathering storm

You have to believe

What you can do

What levels you can go?

You have to push for it

It is always good to start small

You feel the confidence flow

You learn your mistakes

You may fall a few times

In life there are knocks

You must have the stamina to go

As long as you stay focus on it

Success will come the sweetest it will be

And don't forget to pray

God will be the Judge to see

In life as in death there is a reason

To learn the good and the bad

don't give in to blackmailers

The blackmailers

They don't take one payment

Though they will say it is

But many will still fall for it

The victims will feel losing faces

Knowing if they don't pay to the blackmailers

They will lose their reputation and honour

So to keep it under wraps they pay

The bad hats will not give up

It is an easy way to collect cash

“Don't inform the police

The consequences will be bad”

Once while living in Penang

I heard a story about a rich couple

They filmed their explicit exploits

Put on tape and kept in a safe

One day their house was robbed

The robbers carted away the safe

One day they received a call

They quickly paid about $100,000

They got back the tapes

But of duplicate tapes I hardly heard the news

So for the couple they believed they had the tapes

So they got to save their dignity

It is better to inform the police

Why worry about your face?

You dare to put on tape

So bear with it and save your money

we wish for magic

We wish for magic

In our lives we stay

Of the time we see

The troubles brewing

The black art works

Silently it seems

The elements of evil

It permeates to the minds

Even the suppose religious people

They fall for it in camouflaged thinking

Taking the souls the day they walked in

The death on their faces they think is heaven

When the crying into pieces

It never seems like heaven

It is in hell the pieces of cut meat

Grilling for eternity

We wish for magic

It is our deeds which stay

Do the good and be honest

We don't have any other way

gst the downfall for a regime

A month had gone

GST get into the mood

Every one will pay

The services and goods

Prices going down?

We don't see it in our bills

We see the costs waving at us

“Don't dream baby!”

As the opponents will say

Bee Anne has bankrupt the nation

This is the way to fill up the coffer

So the gravy train will roll again

GST hit the workers badly

The pockets are lighter

Some are worst worrying sick

Putting food on the table

By right GST should be withdrawn

We aren't ready for it

Even the civil servants can't grasp it

The enforcement is just peacemeal basis

It will be the death nail for Bee Anne

That's the way the people will look at it

The leaders can't give straight answers

They will dig up hole and dig again

Even the Old Man had spoken

Amno baru leaders hit back at him

The former president and prime minister

Amno baru leaders have forgotten

forgiving the road to redemption

God always forgives

If we ask Him to hear our pleading

God never stays away

We know Him to be there

Yet men in power

They go crazy with it

They kill to keep their seats

Showing compassion

way back down the ladder

Men in power

They cultivate fear

The rules of race and religion

The darkness falls on the chair

They don't see it

They keep denying

Even when they read

The Holy Books in their hands

Men in power

They think they don't fall

But they do in time

In managing affairs

Know that taking lives

In whatever degree or law

It is a sin on the hands which move it

Each will be called to account

Taking a life without due compassion

the workers stand

borrowed from malaysiakini.com

The workers stand

Under the hot sun

With banners and placards

Telling Amno baru

Enough is enough

The converging of colourful groups

They don't think of race or what have you

They think of economic senses

The pockets lighter than before

Though Amno baru claims

“Prices will drop!”

Go ask the people

They are the ones feeling the pinch

Of a tax burdening the people

Across the board rich and poor

Is this the caring way to go?

Is this the way to fill up the coffer?

The heat beat the workers

Over 20,000 gathered in Kuala Lumpur

They don't back down with solidarity in the air

On a common goal get Bee Anne out!

The party has stayed its welcome

When the workers dispersed

The police called the organizers

As usual the critics and opponents

Spending time in police lock-up

Eventhough the police gave the greenlight

What now people?

The 47% should wake up

Don't stay your heads in the sand

Seeing nothing hearing no noise

Do you realize your pockets are lighter now?

know the time to go

A leader wants to stay on

He wants the perks and power game

Though he knows the rules

Once the rumbling begin

There will be hardly any hope

It is time to pack and go

Don't stay your welcome

It brings no benefits at all

A leader must be fair

No changing whims of here and there

Promises once given

He shouldn't break it at all

If he fails to honour his words

What good a leader is he?

Bearing in mind

It is the people who will decide

The throne on the chair

It isn't for eternity

So a leader must take cognizance

Don't try to make the people the fools

We hardly in the game to be the pawns

We have our rules

So don't play the backdoor game

It will never benefit anyone at all

happy birthday aunty vivienne

The God must be smiling

Down His tools to make His light

Shining brightly from the sky

To a place so far away

The lines of candles maybe

Lining up to bright the day

The singing chorus will sing

A loud tune of “Happy Birthday!”

I can only write this Aunty Vivienne

Let the day shine brightly to you

Though the oceans divide the distance

It is so near in our minds and eyes

May you have a wonderful day

Everyday in the years ahead

Happy 90^th Birthday

May your wishes come to play

get the right party to rule

We know the powerful

They will tell us what to do

They don't really hear opinions

They think they know best

They don't realize we put them there

Doing the work we entrusted them to do

Until the next election comes our way

What we choose what we will harvest

The powerful will not listen

Once they sit on the power throne

They think we are the subjects

We have to do what they ask!

If we elect mad people

We are solely to blame

For the misadventures

The nation will go through

We haven't learned

Through all the years

It is time to make amends

Get the right party to rule!

gst interrogations

The protestors are quick to call

The police don't waste time to interrogate

The leaders of the GST rally in the city

Detaining them over-night...

Don't the police realize it?

It affects them in their pockets too

They will paying more in rising costs

Don't they wish price of goods low?

Our police quick to act

On the critics and opposition members

When it involves Amno baru leaders

It is just a very slow walk sometimes weeks

The Old Man has said

It looks like a police state

Don't waste resources on our concerned people

Go after the Muslim militants

Why not go after IMDB?

The billions can't be explained

As the Old Man says

Over $27 billions can't be accounted for

Let the concerned people rally

They are a peaceful obedient people

They don't have the intention to make fools

They want what is right for the people and nation

we still have tomorrow

We still have tomorrow

There is a hope yet for us

No doubt we may feel the worst

The dragnet pulling us through

The painted flowers bloom

It captivates the eyes and minds

Once we stop to admire it

For a while we tend to forget

The whirring sound in our ears

The negatives keep flowing in the air

How long will we stomach it?

The fools on puppet on the strings

In our minds we still have tomorrow

We have to make it counts this time

We can't be living in different set of laws

The nation cry for us to wake up and change

on the cross road

The Cross! The Cross!

We see it everyday

We hear the prayers too

Will it change your faith?

If you don't want it?

Tell me the truth!

The call of prayers

The Azan in the morning

In the evening too

Blasting through televisions

Will it change your faith?

If you don't want it?

Tell me the truth!

God's religions

On Mother Earth we hear

We practise hard we sing the songs

All be good; all be kind and compassionate

Will it change your faith?

If you don't want it?

Tell me the truth!

The Books of religious faith

All stock up in book shops

Walk in on book shelves

The many books telling stories

Will it change your faith?

If you don't want it?

Tell me the truth!

the streaming videos

The streaming videos

The naked truth

In our society

Some never learned

The blackmailed game

The women or men will pay

Afraid of what others will say

Behind closed doors

Once you pay

The blackmailers will come again

You dare to get it on video

Dare to let it rolls!

You don't have to lose money

You don't have to worry about your face

How many will know you?

How many will remember in time?

In the old day in the city

The mummy and her GRO

Men who booked them

A time they spent

The mummy said

“Nobody will remember

When my girls made the monies

They will go home and get married”

We make mistakes

Don't live in past events

Tomorrow is still alive!

Go out and make the day!

the bomohs in our lives

Raja Bomoh

Perak Fatwa Council says

“He is a deviant

He must be banned”

Bomohs in our nation

It is a culture back in the old days

There is nothing wrong with these people

As long as they work with the laws

The villagers will seek bomohs help

Everyday in their lives of sickness or black occult

Some people don't believe in modern medicines

So bomohs have a part in the society

Once when I was young

Modern medicine didn't help me

I tried so many times but it failed

Finally I had to seek a tiger bomoh help

He did some prayers and cleansing

With smell of incense filling the air

When it was done and finished

He didn't collect money from me

In a week's time I was cured

I guess bomohs have a role to play

In our modern society with the old tradition

We shouldn't dismiss them saying something else

the blaming game

The blaming game

Many use to play

For all the wrong reasons

When they are caught

The admission of guilt

It never comes easy

Knowing the nature of the case

Putting up red herring seems logical

The profile of the games

The police will get many

By sheer numbers and experiences

Nothing will escape the scrutiny

The sniffing dogs

Barking at the carriers

Snarling teeth eyes in combat mode

The trainers guns in ready mode

Yet we will hear

The blaming game

“It isn't my bag

I was asked to carry it”