Complete

It takes time to become a song writer. Sometimes, you need brainstorming sessions in order to come up a good, if not excellent one. I don’t have the supreme talent as music arrangers have, nor the musicality to put down astounding notes. Yet, when emotions invaded you at the brink of great silence, leaving you rotten behind bars of misery – I tell you, you will discover that there is more than what you used to know. Discovering your talent? Perhaps, life has lots of surprises to indulge with after your utmost pain. After all, when life turns normal and you find yourself home –you are home with a talent just discovered!

Here, I would like to share a masterpiece I wrote four years ago. It's entitled...

COMPLETE.

I
It was yesterday when I cried
Finding for a place to hide
Releasing all the pains inside
Coz I lost my love
II
I thought I'd die
But you're there
Understanding me all the way
Offering your arms and turning sorrows to laughters
III
You held my hand so tight
Baby, I could hear our heartbeats
And when our eyes met
All the pains and emptiness disappeared
Chorus:
Oh, I just can't believe
That it's you, baby
Whom I'd been waiting for
To make my life so complete
Coda:
Ohhh...yeah...
It's you, baby
Who make my life...
So complete

Deep Inside

Hey world, sharing this song piece I've written 4 years ago. It's entitled DEEP INSIDE...

I
Sitting down the bench
Staring to nowhere
Baby, I can feel your dream
But what's the matter?
II
Is it me who's holdin' you?
It is fear that I'll be lost?
Is it love that stops you goin'?
And forget your dream?
III
Baby, hug me so tight
Once again feel my heart
Close your eyes as I promise
That I'll be yours forever
Refrain:
You are my strength
My hope and my life
Have faith in love
And everything's alright
Chorus:
Take my heart with you
Walk with smile for tomorrow
Forget fear and hesitation
Coz deep inside I'll be waitin'
Coda:
Ohhh...
I'll be yours forever
Deep inside, I'm waiting...

Hypochondria

How often do you write poems? For me, poetry has become part of my life. Everything that is caught by my sight, my mind captures to come up an interesting masterpiece. Some friends told me that I am one of those writers who write deep thoughts, and it needs a literature professor to interpret it. I don’t intend to write that way, it’s just I love using figurative languages – I’ll face it, it adds flavor to each masterpiece I write.

Hypochondria is one of those poems, I could still recall, a fellow writer protested the way I incorporated medical term to my masterpiece. Alright, hypochondria in its medical term, is referred to a human’s unstable state of mind imagining that he has serious disease without objective evidence. LOL – I wasn’t crazy when I wrote this though. But sometimes, much pang drives a human temporarily crazy, isn’t it? That’s how I comparatively drew creative view to love misery – human is just at his state of hypochondria.

Once again, here’s a poem I wrote four years ago. Hypochondria is on your way – enjoy reading.

HYPOCHONDRIA

Amour! Look!
What thou hath done?
Though singeth a human soul!
Thou heavenly kneeleth those sensuous altars
Egad! Even Saturn and Demeter cared for
Whilst Psyche couldn't allay Cupid's recaltcitrance
The effect of insanity struck those resting creatures
Ah! Thy arrow captivated a thousand foes
And even Thor lost his strength for thy sake
To thee: Treacherous fire offered its vows
But alack! Sham tongues victimized thee
As Lothario-like beau slashed thy benighted nature
Benumbed the legacy of Eve's generation
Bah! Who then believeth in thee?
When inquietude engulfed nymph's weakness
Or left none but poisoning the well
Hah! Albeit those mere shadows
Margaret gave up her crown
What's in thee suitable such negation?
Perhaps, Apollos was cast out of blitzkrieg
Or, even Ares lost the warfare
Oh, Amour!
To thee: The world salutes!

Excelsior

Behold! Descendant of Adan!
Thy journey has not yet dead
For thine is just a beginning
An endearment of thy endeavor
Thou crawleth with nepenthe for thy destiny
Open thy mind
Storms are foes
Darkness is bleak; yet thunder roars
Touchee!
Prepare for a battle
Self-faith be thy armour
The arena is thine, thou shall not fear!
Stares of Aphrodite bringeth swears and pray'r
A shadow of undesptutable love offers a strength
Embracing the existence of thy fighting spirit
As to thee illuminates Odin's resplendent power
Excelsior, man!
Excelsior!

Phenomenon

Behold!
Rain fell to thy sensuous rosy soil
Cry roared; shaken the human nature
Even abyss so deleterious took its vow
Time was dead; silence conquered thine
Alas!
The world mourned for those aching senses
The agony was thine as thy love ascended
Leaving nothing but spectacles of shadowy mem'ries
Stares to grave brought pangs to thee
Thou burst tears from thy watery kingdom
Teardrops landed unto his name
Yes, cry! Daughter of Eve!
Was thy mind wondrin'?
Hush!
Thy strength be thy armour
Tragic end just detested
A love phenomenon!

Outbreak

Beyond that masky night came a dazzling shadow
A cry of agony roared; choked a force of nature
A bloody twist conquered, shaking a human soil
A menace so cruel; a culprit that crumbled
The sweat of oily strength brought impact too deep
Voices of young souls; pangs of benumbed weakness
Breath of anxiousness engulfed a song so chaotic!
A history of greed; a future so bleak
Drops of reddish water colored the dry soil
A paradise so beautiful; a kingdom of fire was built!
Art to artistry, creation to ashes
Destruction of mankind; a human law's OUTBREAK!