upon the emerald hills

the amber horizon stretches across the endless sky
i sit and watch, as the warm gentle light slowly fades
till the light azure sky appears
with soft & sweet cotton candies hanging here and there

as i lay and stone, upon the lush green slopes of the hill
watching, as those pearly white clouds are drifting by
changing in to many different cute & funny shapes from time to time

a huge fire breathing dragon, or a serpent sticking out it's forked tongue
baby rabbit happily hopping around, or a puppy/kitten just lazing around
a magnificent padi field, or a peaceful zen garden
surprises are there, in those cloudy skies, everytime you looked up

those are the things i enjoyed watching
as i laze around, doing nothing
constantly changing, as they come and goes
while i remain stagnant, stoning on the gentle slopes of this hill

the sound of nature, are the only music to my ears here
sounds of insects, well hidden from my sight
sounds of the wind, whistling through the branches and leaves
sound of the rain, as it drizzle down, nourishing all that is green, all that lives

once in awhile, the gentle breeze picks up speed
lifting up from the ground, those fallen leaves & flower
twirling & swirling them in mid-air
as though a beautiful dance of mother nature

as the rushing winds slows down, and the dance comes to an end
i lay there still, lazing on the gentle slope of this emerald hill
pondering through random things, which normally would be preferred to be overlooked
meaning of life, reason for existence,
fear of the unknown, existence of another world
stoning, as i lay on this lush green hill
wondering forever, aimlessly, in a world full of questions wif no definite answer.....

22 may 2010

One Winged Angel by The Black Mages

Bloom

罪のバラ

rose of sins
Blooming amidst the Land of Dead
Among those deadly poison thorns
In a long God forsaken place

A land where no life survives
Non but the Devil's vines
And a single crimson rose
Never withering, never fading

It's always there
Hidden among those thorns
Blooming at it's peak of beauty
When the new moon is shining bright

forgive me! for i've done the unthinkable
for i can't turn back the hands of time
for i can't stop my heart from being the way it is now
for i can't be myself no more

forgive me! for i've become weak
for becoming frighten of something which i grew up with
for giving in to the loneliness which i should have been so familiar with
for trying to run from the darkness which i should have been accustom to
for being so blinded, i can no longer see the light

shadow / 影

beautiful shadows
following me, where ever i go
it's there
always with me, always by my side
but it's not my shadow
that's not mine

that's my creator
the original me
the one who has been traumatized
used, and abused, and thrown aside

the "Me" who chose to live
in the dark, as a shadow
allowing her very own reflections
to live her life, as her, for her
while she lives her life, as their shadow

i shall keep these feelings to myself....
not letting anyone know
to keep it from being notice
i have to first lie to myself

god has shown his mercy once again
placing a bowl of candy on my desk
despite my continue rudeness to him
he has placed those sweets of happiness on my desk

i shall learn from my past mistakes
and treasure them well
not asking for more
i shall treasure what i have

as i slowly savor the sweet
while whispering "thank you" to him in my heart
reminding myself not to be greedy
for i only have that much, and not ask for more

even if it may not be enough
share it i will, to others who are keen to share
for i've learnt that happiness is not to be mine alone
but to be shared and spread, or so i think, it should be

if god were never to place those candies on my desk again
it's gonna be fine to me, i guess
for i have not been a good enough child, deserving of his gifts
at least i will have some memories of those sweet of happiness
once being placed there, and sweet memories of me
once being able to treasure something with my heart