with all your lies you're still very lovable.

A Tribute

 and when you think about losing a loved one,

everything else will be insignificant to the eyes.

─D

Looking through the Dark

 Some of my friends are depressed

Some of them turn to me

Sometimes for an advice

Sometimes just for an ear to listen

Some of my friends are depressed

Some of them just need encouragements

Sometimes they know how they feel

Sometimes they have no idea

Some of my friends are depressed

Some of them almost killed themselves

Sometimes they took me with them

Sometimes they only let me swimming the surface

Some of my friends are depressed

Some of them are okay now

Sometimes they move me forward

Sometimes they tell me that my life has a purpose

Some of my friends are depressed but that's okay

I have explored my darkest side because of them

And that is okay because now

I get to know myself better

Of The Boat and Bees

It was dark, far left to the shore

It was a boat that stays afloat

And it was bees that flees

Freely, fiercely

And then there was a sailorman

In his sailor-hood, coming out of the wood

With a grape in a basket, he is carrying a small casket

Lousy, drowsy

The bees flew closer to the sailorman

Beezy buzzy boozy bees

Surrounded the moaned, stranded, bearded sailorman

"Boar and bear, break my bone, boot my boat"

No matter how hard the bees buzzed

The sailorman would not care

"Boar and bear, break my bone, boot my boat"

He ate the grapes

The troubled, trudged, bearded sailorman climbed up his boat

"Boar and bear, break my bone, boot my boat"

And the bees stung his arm

But the bees can do him no harm

The sailorman put the casket up his boat

Started the boat, shouted out loud, sailed onwards

Little did he know, the casket was for him

Of the boat and bees who tried to notice him

But it was too late for the sailorman to be awake

He sails forever in the darkness

With the bees buzzed in his ears

And the boat that stays afloat in the clouds

No Kiddin

 Who am I kiddin?

My brother rode a tricycle

My pa did the checks

My ma hatched the eggs

I was a rebel on my own term

Once I rode the coastal car

Down to the sea of Hatt's

Where my first love and I collide

And swore by the ocean to never leave each other

But that was eons ago

I grow up ever since

My pa doin the chickens

My ma still hatched the eggs

And my brother, goin out lots

With two slaves and a drunken pal

Not to find love but to find life

He'd be singin in bars

Swingin from one place to another

I do paperwork now

Clean businesses

I be working 'til night

I don't wear collars

It be lookin foolish and confusin

And I'd be failin a lot

To get to where I should be

Another love comin up

I have learned not to swear on anythin, anymore

So it flows on

I can only hope it flows to the sea

Who am I kiddin?

There are no surprises

Just changes

Slight changes

But the family stays

I know I was born to be somethin

I ain't gonna waste it on checks and eggs

I be makin my pa and ma proud

Maybe someday, I'll build a bar

So my brother could sing

So he could find a roof of his own

And pass it to anyone who needs a hand

Of becoming who they want to be

Without even havin to kid themselves

And by the time I done it

I'd be sayin,

"Well, bro,

no kiddin."

A Quick One While My Brain Is Actually Working

 If people do not love what they are doing in their life, why don't they just do something else?

I know, those realists won't even bother to define what "love" is,

'Cause they would say, "There is no such thing as 'doing what you love,'"

Some might slap me in the face right after they read this.

Who am I kidding, right?

I can't just go about telling people what to do in their life.

But really,

Think about it,

Some people said, "we don't love our job!" 

Or career path,

Or the discernible life direction that they are in right now.

And sometimes they blame the world for that.

It's not the world's fault, really,

If we are not satisfy with something, why not change it?

What's the point of holding on to something that eventually, won't do you much?

I always believe that it is not always selfish, 

It is more of supporting ourselves,

Telling ourselves that there are choices that we can make.

Being able to create choices and choosing to do what we love,

Is more of a self-reward,

It somehow also motivates us to prove ourselves, 

That we can always give the best,

On whatever things that we choose to do.

I like to believe that anyone can always made those choices,

Even when we are forced to do or have to, say, sacrifice 

For something bigger than ourselves.

I believe that we are more than what we are obliged to do.

'Cause in the end, we only got one life to live.

If you're not gonna do you, then,

Who's gonna?

Beautiful Black Dressing Gown

What a beautiful black dressing gown

What a shame for a beauty that don't last

Once that pretty lips are open up

It fires sharp razor cut

Blood for those who would watch

Such a beautiful black dressing gown

Sometimes I'm scared of what these hands are capable of

When those dark eyes are lurking for

A feeling that has no word

A word that could not be said

I'm scared that these hands would speak

A language that withdraw peace

A mano a mano 

With no mercy and daunt

For that beautiful black dressing gown

Until it's on its own at the dawn