principles of me

i don't own my fears,

disappointments

and pain..

why bother keeping it?

i make mistakes in the past,

paranoia in the present

and  disillusions of the future.

i don't even own my pride,

so why waste being heavy?

when there is a will to release..

there is a choice of freedom.

nobody can judge you but God Himself,

that's the only act you need to deliver.

full moon

waiting for your world to change...

intuition

the truth need not to come from your senses.


your instincts tells it best..
 
why buy your lies when what's real comes out of you for free... you don't even know it.

where are you?

can you hear you?

can you see you?

can you feel you?

most of the time,

nothing seems to jive

your senses falters.

but there is that moment,

when you laugh,

smile, and touch...

for real.

there you are.

conclusion

you've pushed me over the cliff,
to a raging waves of water...
yet i float, yet i breath,
and conquer.

thank you.
you made me feel so alive,
you can kill me no more...
nor hurt me for that matter.

nth sense

I can see there is still some sense left in you..

I don't trust it.

fray

walking through time..

wishing a better place.

one year

a hundred days ago...i felt wrong..

bits and pieces i can only retrieve from a broken memory bank..

what is old??
what is not?
what is sad?
what is i?

a hundred days later...am i still?

now

i can never know what is beyond,

to hope is good enough.

august

something wonderful,
i feel you coming.

i can wait.