A Kingdom of Heaven

War over one kingdom,
Chased for power and dignity;
Danced with, and cheated Death.
He who lived, hailed strongest.

Blood fed the soil–
Vultures flew back and forth
Over rotten, slain brave warriors.
Unfortunate captives,
Differ nothing to the deads.

Swords of the devil
Cursed the young flesh,
Left wounded souls that
Led to the fiery furnace…

A king’s head,
A trophy to win!
The battlefield held proof,
Of the bloody mayhem.

Would history claim
This subtle war?
Would it be remembered down
The memory lane?

For every droplet of
Blood and sweat,
For every cry of suffering,
Served as key to victory.

Frozen stares of these
Masked monsters,
Callous and relentless;
The story of the fallen warriors
Seemed endless!

A territory to protect,
A haven to fight for,
An abode worth saving,
A kingdom of heaven.

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*photo source:
Holy Wars 2010

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The Barren Land

I am in this barren land
Dusts, deserts, cloaks
Filled my sight~
Weather’s unpleasant
Too much of high and low.

Different tongues,
So strange to my ears.
Oblivious to the culture~
Innocence is no ignorance.

Shoeprints, hoofprints
Were the only marks left
From the trail.
And then there’s silence…
The hum of the wind is what I hear.

I live in a barren land
Where water is scarce,
Where thirst is a gun~
Loaded with a bullet
Pointed at my throat…

Let drought be mine;
Body and soul were cracked
like dry mud,
Wishful for a raindrop.

First of firsts!
Like a new born child,
Innocent,
Of the strange world.

With closed fists,
I stood on my ground
Strengthened my fortress
Against the strong sandstorm.

I am guarded by the God of the desert
I am a daughter of His…
The sand was my witness,
The sky was my eyes.
And all came to me,
I am blessed by Him.

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*photo source:
worldsincredible.blogspot.com

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Broken Wings

An epic beauty lives
Within a lone wolf.
Her innocent soul,
Tormented, treaded, and injured!
“What’s my worth?”.
An unanswered question
Gradually crushed her being,
Left hanging…

Mind of a genius
Heart of a saint
Love of a mother
Innocence of a child.
For all its worth,
A question remains,
“What’s my worth?”.

She awaits the dawn
Coming…
Half smiles whilst
Watching…
Waiting…
Waiting…

Raindrops start to fall,
Her tears, out of control.
Hurt, sadness and bitterness
Encapsulate her
Now darkened soul.
It rings again
To her hand-covered ears
“What’s my worth?”.
A never-ending question
killing her entire sanity.

“What’s my worth?”.
It echoes in the abyss
Mimicking her cry,
And prolonging her agony.
She, in total despair,
In her subconsciousness,
Awaits a response,
From the blurry depths
Of the dark valleys.

Null!
No response!
She fails!
She lives, yet dies!
She flies with broken wings.
And the suffering continues…
A living dead…

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Black & White

A voice within–
Putting words through black and white
Scribbles of a silent mind
Long been sleeping

Strangled thoughts–
Staring ahead, black and endless
Storming temporal stillness
Weakness was fought

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The Death Anniversary

Why do we have to celebrate death anniversaries? Today is 9th of February 2011.

The most painful day of my life happened when i lost my father. Why do i need to remember the day he died?? Everytime i get reminded of his death anniversary, the memories of bitterness shred out what’s inside me and flash back as fresh as the day he left us-like a replay. It only made me miss him so much, that the only thing i can do is cry–so helpless!

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The agony

Eyes shut, scar-faced,
born outside will-
tears burnt, poured doom
over a love to kill.

Glassy-eyed, shredded stare
mourned hereof catastrophe-
sweet revenge,
stringed with simple apathy

His Last Whisper

I walked through waters
freezing as ice,
tore my skin
from the vengeful coldness.
Step by step,
my body ached;
cramped flesh inside,
felt exiled-
one had stared
from afar i saw,
a still shadow,
a vision of emptiness.

His stare is of the dead’s
blank and deadened;
caress of his lifeless hands,
my face benumbed!
One cold whisper,
and there was abysmal
darkness —

The Forbidden

in this armor of faith
love hangs on-
unwanted teardrops
are simply bygones-

undaunted autonomy
reaches the core-
sets forth a fortress
shields the war-

and whilst the lamplight
sheds path to eternity-
men beguiled by pretenses
trapped in history-

Y’know what, I just thought of it!

Advising someone what to DO is pretty much of a good act- i suppose- providing it’s a good one. You know, the ”why don’t you..if i were you..you must..” stuff and etc.. I feel mature when i give sets of advice. But, (and here’s the but) i am apathetic. Ironic right?

I lack emotions, am insensitive and quiet. Sometimes, you have to tell me what’s going on ‘coz i really don’t care on someone else’s life, unless…

I think this way, if you let me be part of your burden, then i am a part of you,then i have the permission of meddling and i care what you care. Some people want to be left alone rather than be given an advice. And you know what, i’m one of those. And sometimes, the advice i give, is the advice i need for myself!

lifeless infinity

be all ears, to my secluded sobs
and console my grounded dignity
not with your pretenses,
but only your gentleness

clear out my ambiguities
profoundly splattering through my veins
and watch me fall deep
into this endless hollows

reach out to me
not your broken promises
should i hold free from your unwilling palms
i’ll be soulless and afflictive
in this coarse armor of vengeance