My Prayer at 12th

nov.4.2003

Living this life is like a burden.
Passing the standards is an everyday struggle.
“You must do this, not that,”
Is my Last Song Syndrome.

When will I feel they care?
They might have, but it isn’t tangible.
To me at least,
I wanna know the feeling.

That’s why I’m afraid to love, to trust,
To commit, to care or even bother.
I might’ve planned my life one-sidedly
That I forgot to include the essentials.

I don’t know where to pick the pieces.
It’s all messed up.
How will I start? Should I even bother?
Come what may.

Should I hate myself? Have I done this solely?
Can you blame me?
They were all here before me,
And yeah, my mistakes.

I know that we pass by this unwanted road
Several times during our lifetime.
I know I can cross this safely,
And aware that there’s another road waiting for me.

I bet I’m halfway,
I’m starting to have faith.
Oh Lord, I wanted you to be there.
Are you really out there?

I’m sorry Lord,
Just in times like this
We humans don’t know where to hold on to.
Just holds on to a faith; of hope and belief.

Lord, when I’m already at the other side is there another trial?
Is the road much harder to cross?
We’ll by that time I must be ready.
Just guide me oh Lord, like what you are doing right now.

The Dancefloor

nov.2.2003

Hold up, get closer,
I wanna hear you breathe.
Look up, go down,
And dance with me.
Let’s go the dance floor,
Where the party lights dizzy me.
Where shadows gets their groove,
Where we can get it on.

As the mood gets louder,
We suddenly became alone.
I hear the music, but the people are gone.
Are you feelin’ me?
‘Coz I’m feelin’ you.
Havin’ each other in this dance floor,
Is the best, yet.
Now we’re feelin’ it!

Chill out blued the bar.
We found ourselves blanked by time.
Have we had a fugue, blank states?
Everybody’s just chattin’ now, some have left.
Almost mornin’, but doesn’t feel like it.
We could do this forever, but today’s got to end.
I’ll wait ‘till you ask for us to leave,
And hopin’ tomorrow night you’re free.

The Lake Hill Affair

2002

On the shadows of the oaks,
Splendid bliss between two became one.
Yellow flowers, morning dew,
Held not but cradled.

An afternoon delight it turned,
On the wood-crafted shelter.
Nothing but tea on the table,
Left ‘till near rusty sky.

The glittering orange diamonds,
Are scattered over the lake.
Four-visions remain stapled above,
To the sky, reflected crystals, it seems.

Now while lingering each other’s touch,
Oh Luna! As the guidance;
Lying on the green turned grey grass,
Saying vows, happiness –love.

Pluto

1999

colorless dreams in one emotion
moody skies in boundless harmony
waterfalls that softly breezes
streams that runs roughly
great mountains in one box
two other hills in three corporate lads
headings on irritatingly beautiful wings
blue hall in a mountain full of gold
pile of cards slowly becomes wind
sight of icy-freezing lonely planet
Pluto.