Sunday, June 26, 2011

Sunken Ship

No hate, not even love, no dreams, not even hope.
No Patriotism, not even encourage, no words, not even a page.

When it needs to be, but the weakness becomes a barrier.
Not even try to put the same dignity on decision that being taken, just another look of tears dropped from eyes.
A single light is waiting, but the feet stop moving. Watch it glows, and slowly disturbed by the wind which never being expected. The heart says go, but the compassion hold to say no.

It has the thing that I want it, the simple thing that describe where it comes and what place it was.
I can't say WAIT, even though I want it to awaits there, because its home, HOME that where I choose to go, I need to be, and I wish to spend the rest of my time.

No Hate, not even love,
Another box floats on the precious water of hope

I love you too, always do.....

DK

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

In Between

Tested by the need of being a good man, so eager to find a live in between the song of freedom and cry of sadness.

Friday, June 17, 2011

On The Cracking Glass

Right through the end of hallway when situation got so quite and dark, not even a blink of an eye. Scare for what in front and afraid to backward step. I'm tired, and i saw the ground like swallow the hope. Soon or later, what ever it takes, amount of dreams become the sound of silent.

I'm wasting time and energy but i also caused much worse lost to others. I'm tired, put my head on the rest and close my eyes to bring out the pain.

I'm tired, I'm tired and I'm tired.......

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Buckle up, we're gonna shoot somebody's head out there. The beast is released and the human being unleashed. Apparently the gun won't stop shooting until the final victim down.
Scream out loud like a thunder flashes the body of charming angel. Song of Hooked Captain on the ship in the land that never exist. Make sound, loud one, again and again, like a cry baby demand for more milk in the night. For something that being expected, fighting the devil on the run and approach the light on the roof. Same old song singing by an adventurer, stepping the future and don't let your dog controls you.

Dominate the world with your demand, control the anger with compassion and save the breath for tomorrow. Let it be, and for sure, I'll be right behind the scene.

Look the smile of the most largest beast being told for so many years.

Love that too much and hate it for death. That's life for sure.

Friday, June 3, 2011

The Ghost

Silent, the meaning of truth that revealed between lies. Sitting here, hiding behind the computer. Waiting for another message, no time to get rest on the time to talk about serious foolish things. Same old story, different time. The power of mind.
I'm the king, there's no reason for me to giving up. The storm can stop me for while, disaster can come worst but no step will be backwards.
Two steps ahead, four steps back, but never giving up. Years passed away like a flash of eyes sight. Speed of the car giving no chance to break, I can jump out like a dog chasing the bone.

Stupid King without thrown and kingdom. Lost in the middle of smelly mist.