A poem for the soldier

How many wrongs to make one right
How many times I try putting up a fight
Who knows of what happen in the late nights
When I need the light but it was out of sight
Things seem fine but not quite
Things aint that bad alright
I just need a guide
It’s all for the sake of my pride
Cry as I might
But that is to put things right
Fight for my fellow soldiers who have died
Till the tide subsides

Leading life like a marathon

Life is like a marathon
We been running while the clock is ticking
Every minutes goes by, when the hand goes clockwise
Looking back behind you is a path you have been through
And there is no turning back, to re run this track

How many times we wish to take a break and stop
How many times we witnessed others who collapsed and never wake up
How many times we witnessed others who collapsed but stood up
How many times we wish we can run ahead like the one ahead of us
and how many times we tried to encourage others and allow others to encourage us

When will I see the finish line?
When can I give up and say goodbye?
Will someone take over and complete my run?
Will someone sprinkle me with some water?
I am badly dehydrated...
Where is the finishing line?
When will I ever get to pause and say it's done
I am sick of this run
This life of marathon is no fun running under the scorching sun
Just aim me with a gun, and so it will be all done.

Man are greatest salesman!

Men greatest job is to become a salesman! The most sweetest quotes man can say to hard sell himself to you:




" Christmas is a moment of sharing, I hope that I can spend all my time with my love"

"Hope that you will enjoy this moment with me every year...love you always"

"Love are emotions so strong...that you would give up everything...to just feel it once to know that you are part of something special...to know that you can feel what love really is..."

"Love, Care, Comfort, Warmth, Support and Courage, With love always..."

"I want to give you... a bear hug, sweet kisses, chocolates, flowers...anything you want....except my heart....cos I have lost it.......to you already!"

Spirit!

Out came the spirit from the chimney
The funny hat it wore, spells of death, sickness and agony
It jumped from the chimney
and landed on the green

Smiling brightly as it taken control over me
Telling me things and drilling them in me
I close my eyes, wishing it is not aftering me

The cold breeze blew and eat into my dry skin
There is no amount of clothings, that could shield me from chilling

My chapped lips quivered and stares straighten.
The little spirit still watching over me.
Mocking at my fears and started to telling me things

I shut each word out, by shaking my head hard
“I dun believe! Oh I dun believe!”

But every little words turned into little mini ants
They started crawling all over me
And invaded my mouth, eyes and ears

“These are for you for not obeying me!”
I gasped for air and stare blankly
I hugged my knees tightly

“No no, don’t tell me! I wish to hear nothing!”
“Stop speaking to me!”
“Stop telling me things!”
“Why can’t I be left alone and do my own things!”

The little surreal spirit stood up right in front of me
“That’s simply becos, you are me! You are your own spirit!”