Key to SuccessWe all have a common goal to share.
That is to aim and to achieved.
But fuck it and cos no one really care.
as we are all selfish and i will repeat.
Life seems like a waterwheel,
forever going round and round.
and Sometimes we just like the wheel,
may sometimes break down.
At those times, i always thought.
my wheel will never run smoothly again,
But eventually it picks up pace,
And its revolutions is starting to gain.
Remember those times of emotional breakdown,
Alot of us will tink the day is gone,
Usually it is filledwif many cried,
With no apparent reason of where n why.
Damn mammals and shitty species we are.
Hard to predict and hard to conceive.
Damn those feelings we human are to have,
cos no one really dare to give only recieved.
How Soon will we get it together?
to go on living this aimless life?
Well,You take it 1 day at a time,
n look ahead and see what u can strive.
Time and time again we do failed,
but hey,What nvr kills u make u strong.
Learn from mistake and what i've said,
Success is nvr meant to be short but long.
Look ahead and ahead u may go.
Look ahead and find the road of success.
Look ahead when all else failed.
Or just read this poem if ur life is in a mess.
Down i go wif my speech.
Its up to u to walk the the path u need.
I may be dick and lil i can teach,
but im the guy wif the word dats gonna feed!
blogged at 5:28 AM
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Why Poetry Not Rap
(The meaning why i prefer poetry to express oneself)
For as far back as i could remember,
poetry have always interest me greatly.
Its wonderful and yet expressive,
for me to create and for you truly.
It is as wonderful as Fall,
yet translated in the heat of summer.
I will not heed anyone's call,
for poetry is perfect in every way.
The synchronisation and speech of e rythemic phrase,
i always recalled what ryhmes and wat not.
Poetry for me is just the basic in this case.
but Still i cant bring myself to the beat of the day.
Aeons and ages have yet to passed,
since i posted my last poemetic trace.
Today i will start again n nuting else,
just to let my mind talk in term of sense and grace.
Thou free oneself from thy streesful mind.
Thou free myself from my hectic boring day.
Let free urself by reading this,
at the end i would want to hear what u haf to say.
Why poetry and not rap.
Read my mind and u will noe.
Why not rap but poetry,
Both are good but i got nuting to show.
Done is done,my day has now gone.
Night came,sunset and the cat purred.
When ur ever had that feeling of being alone,
i hope my words has sumting to stirred.
Poem it is to touch ur heart,
yet ur so far but seems so near.
Words will be built like the house of cards,
1 wrong move and it will be in tears.
Yet the end is not near,
im still able to embrace myself to u.
For watever dat will come sooner and dear,
All this words are meant fer u.
blogged at 5:07 AM
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