Riddles of Uncertainty

When the world turns away,
I look for shelter
And in her heart I went,
and gave sweet surrender

I jumped from places to places,
and found no satisfaction
Then that spark ignited,
when I saw her reflection

Like a fool, I wondered,
If this real or imagination
My mind is distorted,
and wish for her attention

I showed a record of failures,
and scarred me forever
But it soon faded away,
when I heard her pleasing laughter

I would die to see her face,
and regret it a little later,
I'm ashamed of myself,
and attract a lot of haters

Her small voice is a herald,
to my heart it brings good news,
She tells insights and fables,
and her own world views

Her presence just struck me,
and her smile tops it all
I hope she loves more,
'cause I'm willing to fall

But what am I expecting?
I've done no action
Like before, I tremble in fear,
when I hear some reaction

The past seems to be haunting,
and my life is innovating
I see her as my inspiration,
but can I stand another suffering?

I've planned before and failed to execute,
it was a damn waste of precious time
But if she could make me complete,
I would give it one last try

For the sake my sanity,
I will move and go ahead
What do I got to lose,
when my heart beats my head?

Oh, how unfortunate,
this life is very unfair
It gave me a hard puzzle,
and some burden to bare

When will the tide turn,
and gives me the good side?
When will I keep making riddles of uncertainty,
and run away from outcomes and hide?

Morning Haze

Morning haze, morning praise,
why is the world in a slow pace?

Is there anything wrong,
will the world sing me a song?

Morning haze, morning praise,
why is this different from other days?

Will God give me a sign,
or just hit me with the chimes?

Morning haze, morning praise,
will He show me all the ways?

Will the road be straight,
or I'll turn into a huge bait?

Morning haze, Morning praise,
how will He end this day?

Will he be flattered by my praise,
or make me wander through the haze?

The Suffering Servant

The Suffering Servant (Isaiah 53:1-2)


1 Who could believe what we have heard,
and to whom has Yahweh revealed his feat?
2 Like a root out of dry ground,
like a sapling he grew up before us,
with nothing attractive in his appearance,
no beauty, no majesty.
3 He was despised and rejected,
a man of sorrows familiar with grief,
a man from whom people hide their face,
spurned and considered of no account.
4 Yet ours were the sorrows he bore,
ours were the sufferings he endured,
although we considered him as one
punished by God, stricken and brought low.
5 Destroyed because of our sins,
he was crushed for our wickedness.
Through his punishment we are made whole;
by his wounds we are healed.
6 Like sheep we had all gone astray,
each following his own way;
but Yahweh laid upon him all our guilt.
7 He was harshly treated,
but unresisting and silent, he humbly submitted.
Like a lamb led to the slaughter
or a sheep before the shearer
he did not open his mouth.
8 He was taken away to detention and judgment -
what an unthinkable fate!
He was cut off from the land of the living,
stricken for his people's sin.
9 They made his tomb with the wicked,
they put him in the graveyard of the oppressors,
though he had done no violence nor spoken in deceit.
10 Yet it was the will of Yahweh to crush him with grief.
When he makes himself an offering for sin,
he will have a long life and see his descendants.
Through him the will of Yahweh is done.
11 For the anguish he suffered,
he will see the light and obtain perfect knowledge.
My just servant will justify the multitude;
he will bear and take away their guilt.
12 Therefore I will give him his portion among the great,
and he will divide the spoils with the strong.
For he surrendered himself to death
and was even counted among the wicked,
bearing the sins of the multitude
and interceding for sinners.

The Yearning

She gave me light in darkness,
sought night and day
The world crumbled down,
as she pass into haze

I looked at the mirror,
and I saw her face
All the memories was forgotten,
due to time's fast pace

Her last words was love,
and she passed it on
My heart was shattered,
when she played her last song

Every morning has been cold,
as if winter never left,
I'm hoping for summer,
but I have to pay my heart's debt

When the sun set this day,
the period of silence begin
For she was the brazen of my world,
my only catalyst away from sin

Indeed she was my life,
and I'll give up everything for her
But mortality came and called,
and it pulled her somewhere

Now I call to every soul in heaven,
that they may bring back my life
Will my voice be heard,
when nothing's at sight?

Oh how unfortunate for a man like me,
to be left by his love for real
When will this suffering end?
When will I again feel love's thrill

My Passion for Music

They say, I say

They say your gullible and vulnerable,
and made you realize you're weak
I say your young and innocent,
and make you understand you're meek

When you walk around they laugh at you,
and make faces to make you cry
I'll walk beside you and point at the clouds,
and through my fingertips I'll make you smile

They say you act like a child and never understand,
you call out yet no one listens to your voice
I say your just playful and imaginative,
and the world to you seems to be a huge toy

They say no one is willing to love you,
and only a fool can make you love
I say your just to perfect for simplicity,
and your love soars like a dove

A Blessing

Let hope and love be your guide,
let dreams take you to a wonderful ride

May t your aspirations be fulfilled,
let all the worries disappear

Let the stars make a sign,
may the moon make you shine

May see that silver lining,
let your mind go wandering

When all things seems to be good,
remember that with trials you stood

Let the songs of yesterday be forgotten,
may the hymn of tomorrow be  begotten