Sing me a song
No
Sing to me the song you wanted to hear
Out flowed his voice
Each consonant carrying a caphony of notes
It was not about the lyrics
It was not about the music
Because a song in itself
Will sing of its glory and honour
Its diginity will never be trampled
like a blade of lalang
it will never conform nor waver
stubbornly welding its own ideology
i cant change da world.....but i can make a small diff 2 myself 2 da ones arund me.....
passion....courage.......amare......
Look into the black pearls
What do I see?
Look at the wrinkled chai sim
What do I see?
Look at the bloodied pump
What do I see?
I wont tell you
That I heard a thouand words
of negativity
But
I will tell you
That I felt a pulsating vibration
of an axial force
I felt her weak determination from those black glisterning pearls
The wrinkled chai sim spoke of futile clutches
And
The bloodied pump fought nothing but a silent courage
If you ask me
I will gaze at her for eternaity
taking in her
piece by piece
losing my knowlede of time and place
in her presence
in her soul and spirit
I will never procialm a perfect painting
tracing dotted lines
efferno constat abscedo
Efferno Constat AbscedoWith each roar,I slice inpulling the blade along my meridianI only see my flushes of waterThe tortise shell ripplesand my lungs exhuast each strokeVoices of an ancient past dance around meeach bringing me back to my identityBreathing in,I throw my shoulders downLetting go of my tears
Hou Yi Zhen
Don't ask why
Ask how instead
My child
All that happened
Was in My time and Will
Don't tell Me that you can't
Because I will help you
My child
allow me to help you
Surrender yourself to Me
I gave you a spirit of victory
My child
Please do not refuse to move
Use your gifts well
Use them for My glory
Let them be your testimony of love for Me
My child
I know you are afaid
But,I will give you courage
And
the measure to do what is needed
Your duty has been completed
Allow me to complete the work I set upon to do
My child
Let me heal you
Yes
Am I considered deculturised because of my inability to communicate in the language that will allow me to understand where I come from?Am I fit to proclaim my heritage when I cant bring out its glory in its very homeland?
quo vadis........n he wuld ask........where do we go forth frm here?.............n i wuld ask..........where do i go forth frm here?
Use them well
My child
I made you
For a purpose
I made you from clay
But what can the clay produce
is ur gift to Me
My child
Use them well
Remember the fire
And passion
that they awoke in you
Keep to the path
That I set for you
And
I will sustain you
A long time ago,
I prayed a prayer
God,
will you take me home?
God didnt tell me
what His plan was
All He did
was whisper
I'll always rmb da dae i stood at the door of home
I reached out to open the door
But,
I looked behind me
I'll never forget that day
I looked behind me
The day
I forsake home
for a little wish of mine
I stood at the door
Not knowing if i shld cross it
For once
I asked why
I asked why am I standing here
Surge by Surge
My thoughts come
tormenting my soul
Should I open the door?
Should I turn back again?
da ppl arund u....they carry their crosses n wounds.......yet they dun give up on themselves....nt becoz they ar strong.........but becoz life itself is a gift...........n how we live it......is our gift 2 da giver.........everyone gets their hearts broken..........but do we lay down n nvr attempt 2 get up again?..........no....we try.........smth we fail.........but we keep tryin.........ourselves............dun expect some1 to come arund n hold ur hand............wad u decide is ur gift 2 da giver......can we decide 4 u.....wad gift u wish 2 give?..............tink abt it.........4 once.....stand in da rain..........n listern 2 da raindrops.........hear da voices of our forefathers..........hu beat da odds.....2 brin us here.........
