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it isnt easy

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 06:38:05 GMT

It isnt easy

Rocking the 12 million visitors

Now you got it

Congratulations!

Say may say many things

It is each to his/her own

Let them parade here

Allowing them the choice

Each of us must have our rights

In whatever small ways to write

In our society

Multi-cultural religious background

And the cauldron of political cake

So next year your own battle

May Allah be with you through your trials

Be like Samy NST drop the case

Let freedom shine in our lives

As well as you saudara Rocky

may your wishes be true

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 15:28:38 GMT

You want to get out of the system

The days are coming near so is your thoughts

Pulling you to say it out of your mind

When it is done there will be a new chapter

Sitting there willing it to create news again

The big brother rapports

He is gearing up to see

The unborn child he has to care

The big brother to the rescue

Health is important

There is no denying the fact

Money shouldn't be on the top list

Then again others will say it is!

Working 9 to 5

Sometimes overtime

Working hard for the money

Thinking it will retire early

Yet it never happens

When you think you are on your way

New baby comes along

Expenditures increase abnormally

So now baby or money

The focus must be right

Work hard to go for retirement

Then produce babies....

Then they say �Ah too old�

When wives are in confinement

Husbands try to go astray

Giving excuses of needs unfulfilled

The wives should kick their husbands

Go to the prostitutes and never come back!

So marrying a man

Be sure he knows his roles

Understand his wife predicament

The worrying flow in her mind

Backaches and pain

Worrying about needs in the house

Working yet must handle all matters

When a husband goes astray

How hard to forgive......and the baby

Pregnancy talking amongst friends and relatives

Bridging conversation trying to ease the pain

Helpful wingless angels come along

Offering unsolicited advice what to do

In the mind it is just gossipping

Passing the day waiting for its due date

But pregnant wives will think many

Everything must be ready...........

In my kampong days years ago

I remembered a pregnant woman crazy craze

In the middle of the night she wanted rojak

The poor husband couldn't find to ease her needs

So he stayed awake consoling his wife...................

A story I heard when I was a young boy growing up

I pray God will be kind

Granting you your wishes

As you progress for your pregnancy

May the little one bring you prosperity

the small town boy 2

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 06:25:30 GMT

With wings he can fly

Every city sowing his seeds

He is catching up with his time

He thinks he is smart

Affairs of the hearts

Though he provides

Abundantly to his wife and family

He forgets his love to honour

The sanctity of marriage

The small town boy

Jumping for joy

In the big cities

Flowing into his eyes

Beautiful women

History of arts and crafts

Romantic illusions

Aeroplane city to city

The fleeting romances

The illusive hideouts

Of work and sailing affairs

He doesn't know what he has done

A good actor he is always running

Opening luggages in and out of airports

Yet he still manages his private life

He makes his wealth

Spreading out here and there

A selling post in time of old

The small town boy

He makes it on his own

the small town boy 1

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 06:24:44 GMT

The small town boy

Dreaming big when he was in school

Learning and hardworking

The world he wanted to pursue

When school life was over

He knew where he would be

Learning his ropes acquiring skills

In the bus station night school

When he got his diploma

Into the city he conquered

Learning fast acquiring knowledge

In no time he learned the rudiments of work

With his experiences and education

He embarked on his next stage of his life

In Hong Kong the free enterprise

He deals and wheels to get his wealth

The small town boy now rising fast

Into the world stage he has arrived

The world cities he lands

Smells the aroma of life

Enriches his soul and mind

He knows this is where he stays

Now the guide posts

He plants it as he sees

As the years drawing away

He smiles in his own way

The small town boy

Now in the world he gazes

The far cry of his root

He toasts as he whispers to the candle lights

As wife, families and friends wishes

The good year many will come

When Izzy sings her birthday tune

�Happy birthday grandpa�

the world he makes

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 06:22:16 GMT

The world you stage

At your palm you smile

The years been kind

As you take it all in your strides

The memories stay

Every way you go your way

Every resume you make

It will shine in every mind

The whispers of now and then

It glows as you take your time

The years been kind

The world you see

You will keep in your strides

As you blow your lighted candles

The memories smile the passage smooth

As you wish it as you take it along

Into resume you will make some more

In Singapore he tried

He couldn't find it so he returned

Got a job in The Star

He trenched it there for decades

Until he retired a free spirit........

We read it in sports columns

Of the battles of sports in the State

Occasionally he would be posted

Covering National news reporting

Yet he stayed put

In one place for decades

Travelling from home to office

Back to home after late in the night

Life of a reporter............

Time wasn't a fixed table

A good man; a good husband

A good father now a toting grandfather

Leaving the field of reporting

Now watching his grandchildren

The years moving on

He walks with a purpose

He lives to enjoy his moments

Be a grandfather; wife watching him

Let him watch his grand-children grow

The many sunsets he will flow

The painted colours in the sky

Crafted in his minds as the years moving by

He knows he lives his best moments

He smiles as he blows away his birthday candles

Life pages he has made it on his own

the dark thoughts

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 06:56:02 GMT

You want premature birth

Quickly infact you dream

With swine fever rising

It is no fun carrying a belly

When the baby is born

Your fear will disappear

Right now your mind finding ways

To get the baby out

Good for the mother and child

Thinking of dark thoughts

Afraid not to see the new born

Don't go fishing unnecessary

It is God signature

He is the one who decides

The hungry of playing

Vengeful spirits of the night

Let them be

You have your family

And a home to keep and clean

Make it cozy light up their lives

Make yourself busy

Banish those thoughts

Eat more brownies

And your chocolates

Twitter I follow

once a cheat a trust breaks

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 15:25:11 GMT

Once a cheat

It will be very hard to stop it

A person may want to do all over again

One time, second time or third time

Crying all the way

Emotional drain teary eyes

Asking for forgiveness

�Give me a second chance�

Like the guy in PJ

Under the hot sun pleading

For his wife to forgive him

He already knew the consequences

Pack his bag and goes his way

�Hit the road Jack

There is nothing much you could do�

Some women are forgiving

Believing the road to happiness

The stray guys let them have a chance

To foster marriage relationships

In it there is wealth and properties

Millions worth of it.........

So they close one eye

When marriage is sealed

There is no playing around

The days of those times over

Now the time to lay the foundation

Of a good marriage and life beyond

black magic works

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 03:59:15 GMT

lubok#1 by cucuksanggol

Black magic

The art of money

Of love is secondary

The target in bliss

Love and money

Rich guys rich women

The moon dares not smile

When evil walks the line

The charms I had seen

The havoc it made

Nothing to do with love

It is money or revenge

The target in bliss

The advice falling on deaf ears

The pursue of materialistc wants

The eyes glitter the mind evil

It walks in shadows

It is always on a short lease

Renewing it every few years

Sometimes the charm flows with the moon

Like a werewolf behaviour changes

Go consult a Thai monk

Thailand monks are expert

They always able to do it

Take off the spell cast it away

Believe it

Black magic works

Slowly into the target consciousness

When every one says so

The target laughs it off

Then he is lost in a maze

Finding way home so difficult

Of the misty clouds colour him blind

dreams in space

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 03:40:21 GMT

Many dreams

In the quiet night of sleep

Floating into frontiers

Nobody seems to know

Many try to interpret

The various dreams remember

Then there are many conned

The eager ones to know

Of the unknown we can't even see

Dreaming of shit

Maybe you want to change job

Maybe you find you are emotionally stressed out

You want a release somehow you can't

Else there is something

Closer to your soul

You want to change it

Barking at you many days

Maybe you are pregnant

You can't escape it

So you think of ways

Of throwing the scent away

Maybe of ying and yang

The bad comes with good

Of badluck to hitting lottery

Dreams do happen

As you wish for it

Whatever it is

Life has to move on

The dreams and needs

It is you who will make it

the nightmare woman

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 02:48:10 GMT

The nightmare woman

In the night the screams begin

The silence rocks into frenzy

It isn't for make believe

The dim light glowing

The whirring sound penetrating

Calling names of innocents

You don't go in

The nightmare woman

She will make you scream

Into the wee hour of the morning

You can't escape

The running feet

Over rivers and streams

Listening to the waterfall

You know you can't hide

The nightmare woman

She brings you into pieces

Laying on the wet grass

As the moonlit shines

You know you have lost

When you fly in the night sky

The nightmare woman

She will make you cry