Life is just what you make it

Ups or downs, good or bad,
laughs or frowns, happy or sad,
forget they not, for you and me,
all that they've shown and all that we see,
forever they will remain, our sweetest memories,
our time too will be, just like you and me,
life is too short not to cherish, too soon to come,
we have no time to catch and many things left undone,
not to worry, so be merry, be happy, and be forgiving,
before you know it, life will leave behind a good meaning. 

3rd year anniversary - Memory of "a house is not a home"

 Soon, I am too just a passing memory .......

My Solace

My silence sometimes is felt but not without remorse,

I am never free of my mind in my solace,

and for every day of sleep that I awoke,

I would be so thankful with embrace,

and all the words i could remember,

are spoken in every poems that I wrote!

For hours I looked,

Every moment of my gaze,

Feelings get so hooked,

How much to me it amaze!

For days I searched,

Where is my truthfulness,

I am in such a lurch,

My time became madness!!

For years I realize,

What a fool I have been,

I am like a boat that capsized,

Why am I still breathing!

For centuries that has gone by,

I still crave for my dreams,

Who's there to hear my cries,

My life has no ending!

For over another universe,

Will I still then feel the same,

If life were to be reversed,

I might have forgotten my own name!

For time into infinity,

Will there still be life,

Are there still gravity,

Can this soul still be revived?

Life is Eternity

In this place we called earth,

Probably it is God forsaken,

Where humans has it's birth,

There's a place called heaven.

On this earth that we breathe,

A home that we are to live,

Journeys to seek and achieve,

Destiny made for us to believe.

We are but on borrowed time,

Our lives engulved within it,

The things we will leave behind,

A soul is all we will breed.

The birth we had is life,

Easy to breed but harder to die,

We are only here to survive,

What is lost we cannot revive.

A soul within the body we possess,

The path that leads is the light,

There's this place we go in death,

Could be darkness, maybe bright.

The peace is up there in heaven,

All that we had and what we got,

A place that is to be haven,

Trusts is in the hands of God.

From the beginning till the end,

This land could just be a pity,

How we wonder on our ascend,

It is a reality that life is eternity.

My Life's Journey

Today is just like any other day,

Ready or not I have to go,

Time is up but not to play,

Distant is short but I am slow.

This place I'm at is like no other,

The space I have inside this domain,

The time will tick by the hour,

I haven't a choice to complaint!

Many a time life goes stale,

The years that's slipping thru,

Everything has been the same,

I am stuck with all the blues.

There's no difference the things I do,

I may step in and out of the room,

Hoping things will all go smooth,

And the day's reckoning will end soon!

People come and they go,

When they stepped inside,

I'd greet them with a big hello,

Providing time for them to confide.

Being with them might come to a bore,

I'd rather stick to the computer,

Clicking in to see what's in store,

Messages getting more and more!

Too much online makes my eyes sore,

There're too many to explore,

When the day's job is done,

It is time to have my fun!

Getting home to my room,

With bones almost shaken,

Redressing the day's gloom,

Onto my bed I am all taken!

This day is just like any other,

Just a passing of the day,

What's been brooding me over,

There ain't nothing for me to say!

I am not like any other,

But who am I to bother,

It's a life I have to follow,

My life journey to endure!

Life

It's been a while since I composed one about Life.

Life brings a short verse of what it is about.

Well, at least that's my version of Life

Hope you will eNjOy it.

I am heavy over metal

Life is a battle,

I am a soul in amber,

Life ain't that simple.

I live in this concrete jungle,

Life may be a struggle,

I care what does matter,

Life is a living mental.

I'd come and soon I'll go,

Life is achievements and goal,

I live in such sentimental ego,

Life is linked to destiny's flow.

I seek it's true nature,

Life is the seed you sow,

I will be legend for sure,

Life is within our human soul.

I'll lean on till age is old,

Life is gone but not this world,

I've learnt and all that I know,

Life is the light to follow.

Life in bLoGspace!

My absence from the silence has really made me brood over my lazyself from here. But, I do frequently write offline. Just that.....reasons beyond reasonable doubts! GuLp!
Anyway, I am here and I take this opportunity to thank all those who has been regularly popping in and out of my page! Thank you!

Since my last bLoG on the title "Chronicles of mebefree", I had been scribbling another version of my life as a bLoGger and here it is after some months of mind-boggling. Guess I should step up and post out!

It is the surfing,
Mostly about writing,
The words of phrases,
They came in with praises!

It is what's in your mind,
About what you find,
Along came the friendship,
Something you ably seek!

It gets you into links,
They certainly make your heart sing,
Not much in the verses,
But a lot more than it really does!

It is some kinda profiling,
Nothing more to be preaching,
Probably it is an anatomy,
Might have been a sanctuary!

It comes in many forms,
As you boldly go beyond,
It gets you skin deep,  

When you just couldn't sleep!

It is all that you'd say,
Putting the happenings into essay,
They are there to stay,
Whatever come what may!

It mustn't get you into more stress,
You might forget that you needed rests,
Remember to log off just in case,
B'Cos your Life is in bLoGspace!

Life in the Limelights

As I journey my nite life as The Midnite Cowboy, roaming the streets into the limelights in such places like The Midnite Inn and another known as Cool Box, I've come to a simple conclusion of the lives these young girls and women who came from far away distant land as visitors. 
They conquer and made this their promise land. And so they thought in their dreams but it ain't easy! Still, it's their high risk livelihood anyway! My following poem briefly depicts one of such stories......
  
He thought you always wanted him as a friend,
And you assured him that you would mend,
But then it's tough for you to amend,
When all you care most is how he would spend!

You try and try all that you can,
And you'd lead him on till the very end,
If all you dream of is to make your nights grand,
Then in what way can all this lead to a promise land?

Your work concerns many many fans,
They come and go after each blend,
It seems they are just giving you a helping hand,
But still you lead them on and keep them in suspense!

All that comes are none other than men,
Who'd just fill up your pockets and your bank,
In your mind you are thinking of how much home you'd send,
How would you cope with all that you need to attend? 

Life for you is just a living pretense,
Nothing matters most when money is your essence,
You always say you'd try a better life and yet you can't,
In what way then you can make some sense?

Life's Forsaken Life

  In my heart sank a grief,
No one to pamper my loneliness,
So I sat on this rocking chair,
Wandering nothingness!

Except for my recurring sighs,
Glaring aimlessly at the ceiling,
With some humming of tiny insects,
Eyes are forgetting how to blink,

The air stood deadly still,
Except for some rushing breeze,
All seems motionless,
Just the sound of sweeping leaves.

How I wish there's no brain,
Where I would not live to think,
No need for reality of life,
And be free of everything!

Life is just a hard breathing,
I wish time could just stood still,
So it can stop the worrying,
And lost the sense to feel!

Hoping to end this forsaken grief,
I close my eyes into darkness,
Wishing to stay happy with relief,  
And with no end to happiness!

Our House

I wrote Our House @Y!360 earlier this year while I was all alone in depressed mode.
It seems the old song by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young - Our House is a very very very fine house, with 2cats in the yard ....... is being reminisced here in my short poem!


Well, and so to say The House is a HOME.
But the HOME is NOT a HOUSE
then how is it to live on the LIFE we are to lead??

The House is the only place you know,
This only place is your HOME,
When you know that it's no longer there,
Blindly into the air you stare.
Surely you know it's somewhere out there,
But where?
Surely you would hunt,
But then it's NOT that fun.
You need to seek high and low,
To look for the forsaken LOVE,
That when you managed to find it,
Is it there forever for us to keep?

Living LIFE in Chapters

One of my spaces friends @Yahoo! 360° wrote :-
"I'm reminded of Rudyard Kiplings supportive poem in times such as these.
Wise words that I'm sure will help.

And I'm sharing it with you here & hope you'll like it too. eNjOy!

If you can keep your head when all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you,
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!"

In appreciation to our utmost friendly WebMarty.

Life As I See It

This was a poem I wrote and was published in September 1979 

in our local weekly tabloid magazine called New Thrill. 

Hope you like it.

Only the sentimental breeze,
With it's heavenly bliss,
Could feel my heaving sighs,
As it gently passes by.

Only the birds high above,
Gliding in the clear blue skies,
Would care for my forsaken love,
And it's yearning cry.

Only the tide receding fast,
From the smooth flowing stream,
Could erase the sorrowful past,
With it's unfulfilled dream.

Only left in this wilderness,
Is my loneliness,
As I live to see,
Life to me,
is just an unfinished symphony.