The puppeteer is not the law!

For those who want the truth and justice,
shout out and give the nation a morning call…

Let us break the hands and cut the string,
Of the so called puppeteer playing master of the year,
Now curse the witch and stop the spell,
So that the theater of the land may be free and uncontrolled.

We can never walk, never choose, or never move,
Because the strings, the tools and the mighty hand,
Is pulling us down we cant even stand.
Now listen to this…

Arrest the cause! Arrest the boss!
Because the puppeteer is not the law!

Now the children of the land is watching,
How the puppeteer destroys the theater we are in,
We vote, we choose, we show our hand,
But the blood is shed, she cheat the land.

They said the hope is in the house,
I heard them say, “protect the law”,
The trial begin and the nation saw,
The puppeteer’s hands became the law!

She used the meat inside the pot,
To convince the house, there is no doubt;
Now where is the rules, where is the law,
It’s in her hands, which destroyed the law!

Arrest the cause! Arrest the boss!
Because the puppeteer is not the law!

For those who want the truth and justice,
shout out and give the nation a morning call…

Cleansed

I feel the pain cutting through the flesh and even passing through the bones. The grief and the sorrow they cherish me and they are never letting go. I try to fight, to struggle, to brawl, but the embrace of anguish within my soul seems like it’ll never end let go. The body is strong but the spirit is weak, exposed to the attacks of the creatures of this land. I have to draw back, I have to set free, and there I are times even I don’t agree. Is it I who chose this path? Or it has been planned behind my back?

As I shout and cried my rage against humanity I hear this voice that’s been calling me. I stopped. I tried to listen. Its like the voice is coming from within. It showed me the reason the logic behind all things. A strange but meaningful different question has
answered the question of the past, “Why do you struggle? why not think of the right questions to ask?” and then I reminisce the grief and the pain, understanding the purpose and the meaning of this game. Then a blinding light started to erupt, a burst of light showered upon me. Letting me know the purpose of my soul. And then there I was cleansed and saving other souls…

Hidden eyes

At the midst of day, wanting to look at her face, adoring the breathtaking creature bestowed upon his face, a beauty that he has never seen nor pondered about, was there sitting quietly at his back. Having to wonder everyday when will be that moment that he would be able to stand-up and conquer the mystery of this fine being that brought astonishment to his everyday life. Making sense of every glance and every gaze as he looks at your face. Every time he stares at your face, he recognizes the value of you being there, making his every day complete. So even though you don’t know the joy that you have brought him, though there is extreme happiness and contentment, the only thing he want her to know is…

…It ‘s enough just to have these hidden eyes.

Castle in the sky

As I stand watching you walk the isle, I ask myself, "Why do you have to be like this”? a goddess of beauty taking form of a creature so breathtaking not a single man nor any living thing has ever seen nor imagined. I have seen you once and now you have been a part of my daily fantasy. Having an exceptional outline of your face, flawless silk-like hair, eyes that sparkle unlike any other heavenly body I have ever seen and that perfect velvety skin. Sophisticated yet simple. Heaven has given me the chance to witness this day, this very moment, the very dream of every man and woman. Even I am waiting for this engagement, the red carpet, amethyst motif of the surroundings, and the sweet aroma of the atmosphere. She made me feel special, giving me the honor to be part of her life. As she walks towards the center of the room, her sweet sincere smile melted my sorrowful heart. Despite the wonderful things that are in front of me, I am still feeling discontented and sorrowful, having to regret this very day. Even this extraordinary and perfect day, I still desire one thing... to be that blessed man at the other side of the isle,

…And not be the BEST MAN.