She sits in the dark ally way, alone, curled up next to a rusty, old garbage bin. She is trying to keep as much heat with her as possible. Her clothes - dirty, urine stained, rags and her long, messy, tangled, black hair are the only things keeping her warm.
A stream of tears roll down her cheeks but she makes no sound as she hears shot guns and screams of worried women getting fainter and fainter. She covers her ears with her small hands and squeezes her eyes shut, recalling happy memories of family dinners. rice, fried chicken and fruit salad, a blanket for her food - and she scrapes her plate clean with a smile and a satisfied tummy. Suddenly she hears a loud rumbling noise, like a volcano about to erupt, and she is forced back to reality. Her stomach is in pain; hungry, begging to be fed.
A bright gold flashes in the thin strip of sky she can see, and it lets out a loud "bang!". Another colour flashes, this time pink, then red and green. Her dark-brown eyes widen, showing amazement and happiness for the first time in ages. The colours reflect in her eyes as her cracked lips mouth the word "fireworks".
Everything is now quiet, except for the angry shouts of drunks, far in the distance, and some jeepneys blowing their horns. All the children have gone home, safe and sound, snug in their warm beds. Laying flat on the cold ground, her skin is numb from the cold wind and she feels left out. A loud rumble comes from her stomach again as she rolls over moaning. The brick walls on either side of her are towering over her and she feels small and hopeless.
A dog hoots softly near by as she rests her eyes. Humming a tune to a song her father would always sing to her. She hears it echo down the alleyway and goes back to her dreams, where things are happy and she is safe. Living in the past, she hides from the world she lives in today.
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Yet another night gone past when pain has spoiled my sleep. Perhaps I need to increase my pain-killers just to get a full nights sleep. Not something I intend to do as I am not keen on tablets at the best of times. Rising early though does have its benefits. I really enjoy the peace and quiet in my house in the early hours.
There seems to be a blessing with every hardship that comes my way. I stayed in my bed after waking and meditated for a while.
I started to think about the desires that were uppermost in my heart, the things that I have longed for, for many a long year. Things that I truly desired to see in this life. Things that I had prayed earnestly for only hours earlier, before my head hit my pillow, yet things that still seem to elude me...
There seems to be a blessing with every hardship that comes my way. I stayed in my bed after waking and meditated for a while.
I started to think about the desires that were uppermost in my heart, the things that I have longed for, for many a long year. Things that I truly desired to see in this life. Things that I had prayed earnestly for only hours earlier, before my head hit my pillow, yet things that still seem to elude me...
Daydream
Whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.
Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.
In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.
A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you're never gone.
Where you're never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I day dream.
And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.
Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.
In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.
A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you're never gone.
Where you're never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I day dream.
And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
The Pots
An elderly woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house." The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
(So... to all of my crackpot friends, have a beautiful day and remember
to stop and smell the flowers on your side of the path!)
Medium
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew, and I think about the amount of the sweet, I'd like to have in my cup today. One for the two lump, three lump, four. No half of one, no less no more. Just give me a chance, let me make it mine. I'd like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium. Just enough to start my beat... Medium. Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium. Just enough to start my beat... Medium.
Dinner time just rolls around, and I think I crave a steak but, I'm not too partial to the meat, when it's cooked too long and I'm made to wait. Not too much of the parsony, and just enough of the spice. I think I'd enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough...
Medium. Not too little, just enough... Medium. Not too tender, not too tough... Medium. Not too little, just enough... Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Just a medium. Medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium. Just enough to start my beat... Medium. Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium. Just enough to start my beat... Medium.
Dinner time just rolls around, and I think I crave a steak but, I'm not too partial to the meat, when it's cooked too long and I'm made to wait. Not too much of the parsony, and just enough of the spice. I think I'd enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough...
Medium. Not too little, just enough... Medium. Not too tender, not too tough... Medium. Not too little, just enough... Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Just a medium. Medium.
Tale of a Gothic Princess
Princess Dominica looked so beautiful
All dressed in black
With white make-up and dark purple lips
She sat on the throne so full of majesty
The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty
And worshipped the ground she walked upon
The King was not well
And expected to die soon
And the Queen had died long ago
So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom
Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace
She carried out her duties without question or complaint
And she would always greet new visitors with a smile
Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms
In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists
And let the blood pour into a bowl
She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more
Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick
Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin
She felt so much pressure to be beautiful
She had many suitors but none that she loved
A stranger from abroad arrived one day
And stole her heart
But he was not a suitable match for a princess
A handsome sailor of common stock
She pleaded with her father to let her marry
But he doggedly refused her request
One night she took the blade
And slit both her wrists
Not a cry for attention
But an attempt to take her life
Living was a torment to her
The expectations too high
The rewards lacking in true value
Her dead body was found the next morning
And all the towns folk mourned her death
The beautiful princess had departed this land
And headed off above the clouds
To find a happier resting place
A traditional Gothic funeral was held
To celebrate her life
Many fine words were said
And then her body was buried
Under a thousand red roses
Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line
And took over the royal duties
A heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with
“So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory”
All dressed in black
With white make-up and dark purple lips
She sat on the throne so full of majesty
The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty
And worshipped the ground she walked upon
The King was not well
And expected to die soon
And the Queen had died long ago
So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom
Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace
She carried out her duties without question or complaint
And she would always greet new visitors with a smile
Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms
In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists
And let the blood pour into a bowl
She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more
Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick
Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin
She felt so much pressure to be beautiful
She had many suitors but none that she loved
A stranger from abroad arrived one day
And stole her heart
But he was not a suitable match for a princess
A handsome sailor of common stock
She pleaded with her father to let her marry
But he doggedly refused her request
One night she took the blade
And slit both her wrists
Not a cry for attention
But an attempt to take her life
Living was a torment to her
The expectations too high
The rewards lacking in true value
Her dead body was found the next morning
And all the towns folk mourned her death
The beautiful princess had departed this land
And headed off above the clouds
To find a happier resting place
A traditional Gothic funeral was held
To celebrate her life
Many fine words were said
And then her body was buried
Under a thousand red roses
Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line
And took over the royal duties
A heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with
“So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory”
Bingkisan Harian Manusia... Adakah ia Benar Berlaku...
Manusia didalam pelembahan..dalam kekalutan kehidupan metropolitan.
Apakah yang dikejar-kejarkan?? Sesuatu yang indah sering diimpikan, yang pahit sukar dilupakan dan mengapa sukar memaafkan?
Siapa daku di mata hati dan perasaan manusia...
Sudut kecil hatimu mencoretkan kelemahan yang sukar diatasi. Tapi boleh diperbaiki. Hakikat manusia sering di salah erti. Zaman berganti demi waktu yang dicengkam keganasan masa. Resah atau gelisah?? Pencapaian bukan mudah tapi masih dikecapi. Dalam kesingkatan hidupku mencetuskan perjanjianku. Panggung sandiwara di atas pentas ku melakonkan watak-watak keikhlasan. Pengkritik, pengkhianat dan pelbagai lagi...Namun di jiwai oleh melodi yang berentak pasrah. Dinobatkan dicalonkan dalam katogeri berasingan. Menyerahkan segala yang tertulis. Mampukah aku dikau dan sesiapa menolong dan menghamparkan kelukaan yang sudah mengelut di benak naluri...Cuba mencari jalan tapi tidak menepati segala kepuasan akhirnya redha akur menghadapi. Yang nyata kebenaran tiada siapa yang sempurna dan tidak ada yang mampu melakukan segalanya dalam satu masa serentak. Dari itu belajar untuk tidak ragu-ragu dalam membuat keputusan yang kita ambil dan berani menghadapinya. Takut pada risiko itu benar kalau kita tak mencuba dan harungi. Memahami apa yang di ingini dan melaksanakan tugas itu adalah amanah untuk dikotakan dan ia menjadi tuntutan. Memang tiada siapa berhak dalam memutuskan dan mengukur atur langkah kerna manusia ada cara keistimewaan nya yang tersendiri. Lepaskan ia pergi kerna ia akan pulang membawa sebuah impian dan hasrat murni. Pergilah jauh kerna aku tidak dimiliki dan engkau tak dimiliki. Jangan berjalan di bumi ini dengan kesombongan yang menongkat keangkuhan. Tiada batasan dan sempadan antara mereka. Landasan dan garisan membuat diri didalam jaring pemisah. Jangan hanya kerna satu kegagalan kemudian biarkan diri ini patah di tengah jalan..Lihatlah alam dan carilah jalan petunjuk yang menyinari..dari situ ikutlah kata hati. Mudah-mudahan hidup akan bersinar kembali..walaupun gagal di pertengahan. Jangan salahkan takdir kerna itu adalah kehendak diri. Jangan menuding jari pada sesiapa kerna kekurangan yang tersirat mungkin rahsia itu tidak kita cungkil mendalam dan merasa kekurangan. Atas dasar itu kita rasa terpencil dan memendam rasa..pernahkah kita bersyukur atas nikmat diberikan nya...dengan ikhlas dan redha? tersirat dan yang tersurat di jalan ini meneruskan menempuh kehidupan harian dengan penuh keyakinan dan keimanan..
Apakah yang dikejar-kejarkan?? Sesuatu yang indah sering diimpikan, yang pahit sukar dilupakan dan mengapa sukar memaafkan?
Siapa daku di mata hati dan perasaan manusia...
Sudut kecil hatimu mencoretkan kelemahan yang sukar diatasi. Tapi boleh diperbaiki. Hakikat manusia sering di salah erti. Zaman berganti demi waktu yang dicengkam keganasan masa. Resah atau gelisah?? Pencapaian bukan mudah tapi masih dikecapi. Dalam kesingkatan hidupku mencetuskan perjanjianku. Panggung sandiwara di atas pentas ku melakonkan watak-watak keikhlasan. Pengkritik, pengkhianat dan pelbagai lagi...Namun di jiwai oleh melodi yang berentak pasrah. Dinobatkan dicalonkan dalam katogeri berasingan. Menyerahkan segala yang tertulis. Mampukah aku dikau dan sesiapa menolong dan menghamparkan kelukaan yang sudah mengelut di benak naluri...Cuba mencari jalan tapi tidak menepati segala kepuasan akhirnya redha akur menghadapi. Yang nyata kebenaran tiada siapa yang sempurna dan tidak ada yang mampu melakukan segalanya dalam satu masa serentak. Dari itu belajar untuk tidak ragu-ragu dalam membuat keputusan yang kita ambil dan berani menghadapinya. Takut pada risiko itu benar kalau kita tak mencuba dan harungi. Memahami apa yang di ingini dan melaksanakan tugas itu adalah amanah untuk dikotakan dan ia menjadi tuntutan. Memang tiada siapa berhak dalam memutuskan dan mengukur atur langkah kerna manusia ada cara keistimewaan nya yang tersendiri. Lepaskan ia pergi kerna ia akan pulang membawa sebuah impian dan hasrat murni. Pergilah jauh kerna aku tidak dimiliki dan engkau tak dimiliki. Jangan berjalan di bumi ini dengan kesombongan yang menongkat keangkuhan. Tiada batasan dan sempadan antara mereka. Landasan dan garisan membuat diri didalam jaring pemisah. Jangan hanya kerna satu kegagalan kemudian biarkan diri ini patah di tengah jalan..Lihatlah alam dan carilah jalan petunjuk yang menyinari..dari situ ikutlah kata hati. Mudah-mudahan hidup akan bersinar kembali..walaupun gagal di pertengahan. Jangan salahkan takdir kerna itu adalah kehendak diri. Jangan menuding jari pada sesiapa kerna kekurangan yang tersirat mungkin rahsia itu tidak kita cungkil mendalam dan merasa kekurangan. Atas dasar itu kita rasa terpencil dan memendam rasa..pernahkah kita bersyukur atas nikmat diberikan nya...dengan ikhlas dan redha? tersirat dan yang tersurat di jalan ini meneruskan menempuh kehidupan harian dengan penuh keyakinan dan keimanan..
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