Chelie

Even I now there’s unbreakable

Wall in front of me.

My feet did not stop in

Walking, in hope that I can

Pass by.

Saying weep no more,

But tears on face running on.

Bliss on lips cannot hide that

There’s deep groan inside.

How feeble mind I have than my heart

that can put me in gloom and mud.

Sinfull eyes of mine urge me in blind and

Become deaf in noise around.

My spirit was full of woe,

Because of vain suffering that I do.

What fate deliver me on you,

That I shall know I can’t hold

Nor touch you.

Everytime I sigh that someday…

That I will wake up in my slumber.

Written on:November 29, 1998

Amid my heaven, I bathe in bale.

I boat in water, I sink in ocean.

To feign hard like a stone,

Yet feeble like a cotton.

Murmuring of wind that pass,

Thy bring falling leaves in dust.

I strengthen an arc to become bridge in life,

In the middle I fall in high.

What is the cure to spare my life,

And to heal the pain I had?

It be insane think I have,

When come the sincerest love.

Truth cannot hide; you’re near yet so far,

Because I’m totally blind in wall behind.

Now I’m paramour in your land,

No one can tell if I’m the one who destruct

the castle in the sand.

Who will said, the portrait that urge me in

hardship was only part in color of my illusion.

Prominent. Perfectionist and a person

with undescrible affliction.

You’re the monarch, in the one world

that you rulling.

Imprison my mind by your word

that make my self uncalmed.

When you ask, what a timid self I have

there’s a burden who make me slaved.

It is not easily to know you better,

but I don’t need a long time to

know you well.

You’re the king and the preacher while

I’m your soldier and listener

Who always begging from you.

Now I know you’re way my burden

was pass away and there’s a

challenge on my way.

I can say you’re the best of your

Profession the one I can

Call Mc Coy.

Don’t be cry if you are blind,

You’re lucky than a man having a tantalizing

eyes who use these to tempt the other man.

Don’t speak if could hurt somebody

and use these to speak a lie, a dumb is better

on you who thanks that only his tongue

that God did not give to him.

Don’t be afraid if you cannot hear, you are

better to a man having a clearly ears

because they are real deaf who

cannot hear the wonder of truth.

Don’t be shy for having no arms, that you

cannot hug the one you love

Because you are more solicitous to those

having two arms, who did not learn how

to hug a human like you.

Don’t lose hope if you are no legs to walk,

but know where to go.

You’re better to a man having a legs who

put his steps on his unknown destiny.

Don’t have mercy on you’re self, because

behind your lack there’s a beauty and

the key of your success was in the

middle of your heart.

Written On:  (November 16, 1998)

There’s nothing chain on my feet and hand,

That make a sound and break a night.

I’m walking with my own without a

Hindrance that I can step by.

I have a mind to think, what I’m going to do,

And to look forward.

My hand paint my life, but fate

Destruct my piece.

There’s a blithe on my lips,

But behind these there’s a blemish on my heart.

My blood escape on my body

That made me frail.

My looks was hoping, but my soul was blaming

That always make me suffering.

I need to wake on my slumber and learn

To face the reality, that I cannot say

I’m free if I did not escape on my dream.

Written On: (April 15, 1998)

Gold that make the greedy man and

Money the root of evil in all mankind.

Wearing a dress decorated by a

Sapphire piece.

A lovely face that make a

Human cry.

An intelligent mind who hurt

The innocent one.

Who will said that all of these are

Wealth that make a solemn night.

The real wealth was in a middle of

Human heart who will not

Fascinate in an earthly need.

But know how to cherish the words

Of Almighty God.

Written On: (April 15, 1998)

Beauty, wealth and wisdom,

Characterized by a bourgeois man.

Everything he wish was on his hand and

He called himself the lord of his land.

You will see him wearing a gorgeous dress,

Made by a tailor hand.

Young and old suffer to a cruel man,

Who treat them a slaved of hell land.

He wants to sacrifice the people all around,

And be a master of all living mind.

One day hurricane was come, and not left

Lived life, even a bourgeois man.

Now he’s in a gate of real Lord .

The angel said these place is not for you

And point the burning land.

Now he knows the sins that he had done,

Even he regret the suffering of his

Soul will never stop to confess.