Can You Kill A God?

I'm not scared of death.
But I am scared of not seeing my love ones
Again.

Death.
It is fear.
But it's not fear of the
Unknown.
It's the fear of the not saying:
Goodbye.

It means, we'll meet again.
Somehow.
A reason.
One day.
In the afterlife.

In the 21st century,
"Goodbye"
is never used.
It's always 'bye."
Because "Goodbye," is the
End.

God just take.
Private property is nothing.
Screw Plato.
We belong to God.
Everyday, every part.

All of our wishes is that in our dying time,
we'll say:
"Goodbye"
to our love ones.

It's never the ideal situation.
We are just gone.

The stuff we do to kill a god.
Just for the Goodbye.
Yeah, you are not fighting for
Freedom.
Your country.
Your pride.
Just a Goodbye.

Just a Goodbye.
It's sad, actually.
Because we deserve so much more.

That's why every life we meet.
We should touch.
Influence them.
Like that, we are never gone.
We will live forever.
We will never say Goodbye.

Life's a Dream?

How do we know?
How?
When we achieved our dreams?

Isn't dreams immoral?
Then we will never get them right?

When we get our dream girl?
No, cause we will have a dream for them?

When we have our dream job?
No, cause we will have a goal for it?

Why is life so unable to be achieved?
It's sad?
or
It's happy?

I want you. Period.

I'm drunk, but it's only because I love you.

Why are you even with him?
You deserve so much better than him.
Just like the flower who deserves better than the bee.

The bee just works hard,
but he doesn't have any real feeling for the flower.
The beautiful graceful flower.

I should have said something to the flower.
Because I had feelings for the flower since I first saw her
2 years ago.

Haha. I was hitting on you the first time
I said hi to you.

You are so smart
and
beautiful at the same time
since I first saw you.

You had flaws,
no doubt,
but it made you beautiful.
I don't think I've met a girl like that
before.

Yes, I'm angry.
Why aren't you talking?
Is it because of him?
A sloppy second?

You deserve so much better.
Just saying.
You are my literally star.

Please do come here.

2011: To Rut or Not To Rut?

Yes, it's a New Year.

A decade has passed,
another begins.

Although it's a new beginning,
why the Rut?

A Rut begins when
the settling and honeymoon end,
a new period of life begins.

A Rut ends when
the new anticipated period begins,
a dream ends.

Sounds good?
Sounds horrible?
Possibly both.

It's nice and worrying at the same time.

In a Rut,
We are in control.
We are living our life.
We are following God's plan.

We know what we are going to do,
We know what is need to be done,
and
We get it done,
We do it all over again.

We excel in life.
We master our destiny.

Scratching the floor,
our minds wondered.

Wondered the 'if's.
Wondered the past lovers.

True love does lies in past lovers.
If it comes back to you,
it is true.

Perfectly lonely.
But never wanting to commit.
Just being in the idea is content.
But selfish.
Perfectly lonely.

After love,
our mind goes to others.

We then realize,
we can never be in Rut.

The possibility is vast.
The world is my oyster.

2011, let's make the best out of it. :)

Far Away Blues

Oh the weather ain't so fine today
Darling it's just right for me
Cause I've been thinking of you
Got these far away blues

Oh the water's mad
She's been fighting with the wind
I've been thinking of you
Got these far away blues

So please don't take me the wrong way
Things are fine and people are great, but
I've been thinking of you
Got these far away blues
Got these far away blues

Joe Purdy

Same Old Story, Just New Girls

I should have learned by now,
be better,
to never feel this way ever again.
Heartbroken.

I like change.
Moving to a new place.
Living at one place,
for a long time,
is to be better
to not live at all.
We are all sharks.

Without a doubt,
There will always be regrets.
But one regret, that I keep repeating.
To never take the chance
with the best girl there.

she was the Past.
she was the biggest first crush
in my life.
I adored her.
Touching her skin
send currents to my nerves.
Talking to her
my heart is in a horse race.
Gazing into her big eyes
I can see myself in the future.
I gave her Roses, 
she gave me back my heart.
My infatuation gave me hope and
Heartbreaks.
The worst part, it hid the fact
that she was a really good
Friend.

"You know I’m such a fool for you

You got me wrapped around your finger

Do you have to let it linger"

She was Recent.
The moment I laid my eyes on her,
without a doubt,
she'll be a friend from the beginning
till the end.
I was fine with it.
Even though,
there were moments, nights, that
we may have flirted with the boundaries.
I was fine with it.
I don't want my hopes to be up and
Heartbreak.
We are friends.
Then why?
The Kiss. 
Our lips and bodies were too close
to go back to the borders.
We were friends.

I shared smiles with she.
I shared laughs with She.
I shared slow dances with both.

she came back from the Past,
to the Present, yesterday.
As a friend.
I'm happy.


Girls, this my poem to you.
It's time to set you free from my painful heart.
The Candle. As painful as the candle lights,
in order I can move on.

She never came back, ignored
the Present because I'm not there.
Will you be there, talk to me,
the Future when I'm there?
Or has your heart flew away into another man's arm
like blue daffodils to the wind. As always.
I'll be daffodils lament.



Of course, I wanted you.
How could I not?
Your smile, laugh, and crooked teeth.
But our rules were clear,
by the boundaries, never over the border.
What and why was the Kiss?
A kiss is never just a kiss.

"I have decided to leave you forever

I have decided to start things from here

Thunder and lightning won’t change

What I’m feeling

And the daffodils look lovely today"

They were my best friends.
People say
"The best thing in friendship is
the best friend."
But they also say:
"The best love is to
fall in love with your best friend."
I guess, I have always thought
picking the first choice was safer.
Nevermore.

I should have learned by now,

be better,

to never feel this way ever again.

Heartbroken.

Sleep Early

Since we were small,
We were told to sleep early.

To have a long rest.
To have a good day.

To grow.
To play.

To be smart.
To be happy.

Our moms sang lullaby,
filled with love and whispers:

"No matter what, I'll always love you.
I hope you will always love me too"

"Come stop your cries of hunter,
I'll sing away the roar of the thunder"

"When you were born, I was born.
I'll guide your life, you'll guide mine."

All this love and whisper,
for that early sleep. Why?

You can see the world, clearer.
You can see yourself, clearer.

You can enjoy life, better.
You can enjoy religion, better.

You can work on your career, faster.
You can work on your studies, faster.

When you can see, enjoy, and work,
what more can you ask?
When it's clearer, better, and faster,
what more can you ask?

Now grown up,
I want to sleep early tonight
and forevermore.

I don't want to stay up till 100 hours,
When my kids and their kids are safe and happy,
I'll go to bed.

Listening and enjoying to the silence,
with a cute snooze from you by my side,
I'll chuckle and go to bed.

All my work, security, and conscious,
are settled down,
I'll be happily go to bed.

Hopefully, I'll get to see Mom, then.