WAR

We are at war,
Armoured with only our voices,
A pen and paper our only weapon
Writing our stories,
Stories which will forever remain
within the heart that listen
We are artist,
Artist who paints pictures of reality
Just look closely
Allow your eyes to see the ugly truth that lies within.
Cultivating the soul with all beautiful things.
The picture holds no sympathy
It reveals its ruthless nature unconsciuosly
reflecting the complexity of the critical mind.
The artist doesn’t care about being admired
he only cares about sustaining the reality of his craft.
he is the Soldier
fighting an endless battle
a battle that has no victory
yet its occurrence is satisfactory
It had occurred for long time
taken everything I thought it was mine
made him innocent like a child
he do not know when it began
All he remember is the beautiful sun
The sun that exposed him unto his enemies
leaving them helpless
His craft is heartless
So much blood had been shed
Lots of lesson had been learnt
Inspiring strangers had been met
And he doesn’t feel reluctant to call them friends
They are his family which he never had…
They are his revelation he never anticipated
His words left him uneasy
leaving him in great suffocation
Pleading to find redemption
Then feeding his hunger with great expectations.

Advertisement

Unresolved issues of the past

Sweeping them off like dust which appears in places less attended,
Trying hard to hide them away
yet they are most likely to arrive without any invitation,
A scar which remained behind
will always triggered the mind with memories.
memories which the heart desire to forget,
whilst the mind chose not to listen.
Unresolved issues of the past
I cannot underestimate your will to possess my mind,
you refused to be buried,
You chose to be right there beside me like a shadow,
Following me everywhere I go…
rationality was never your friend,
causing trouble in life is your biggest achievement.
Until we’ve made peace with our quarrel
You will always remain my guest.
And I would be please to be at your service…
I am tired of fighting you
You occurred for a reason
You’ve given me a hell of a nightmare
But this time
I’ve learnt to stand tall like redwood
looking closely at my reflection on the mirror.
allowed reality to sink in,
realized that I am greater than what you thought,
Kingdom rise and fall
My fall is my victory
I have gained the strength of being true to myself,
my rise is my loss
For the eye will not see what lies beyond measure.
yet it claims to see all…
I refuse to enjoy the calmness of living life with less conflict,
Bitterness is the counterpart of sweet,
therefore the armor of appreciation
will help me grow to be a responsible being,
I have to accept the unexpected
be grateful for everything God had given me.