Gin Deih Sian

Like it or not
Seasons and nature change along
People and generation get along
The rhyme of life raps on it cause along
Dreams of expectation unreached along
Yet the beats of hope is lingering along
Where to find or what to get is hard along
Sense of sadness in broken spirit tie up along
Oh the fail of civilization never mind of broken promises along.

When the culture of madness plays along
Dance with the realms of wind along
Lost in the society that no more care along
Help yourself is the remedy that kill along
Mind your own is the norm that backfire along
Lives with correteness is the honey of the dreamers to get along
All in all comes the untrue reallity along.

It would be good if race,sex skin color, identity politics are not a part of human social interaction.

When true humanity finds it's root, then there will be a time of understanding and knowing each other on the planet.

What the humanity need is common sense.

Sometime good policy and dream are hard to recognize even in life time but the truth of the matter is that real people do recognize it and embrace with life. On the other hand most of the people dream of yesterday and proud of what they had done in the past with the expense of others lives.

Liberty is, there is no compulsion on human being whereby he could do or act as he pleases.
Thus liberty does not consists in the power of acting or not acting but in acting from choice.

So, is Liberty have to do with the body or the action or the will of human being?

you are so wonderful to me

When I was young and looking for the bright future,
Never mind of the reality of life’s journey in life,
Rather dreaming and hoping of the bed of roses,
Much dreams about the good life that man could senses,
For why life has been so hard and indeed ups and down,
As a child never much concern nor love of ups and down,
The beams of time goes on its course without mercy,
So is the scars of mistake in my life and my memory,
People used to tell experience will guide you through,
But the worse of life is just hang on in my tail through,
Living with destitute and suppression in forgotten world,
Never seen nor heard of the outside wonderful world,
Only the cycle of life is just cause it’s in the tune of life,
Like it or not the portion of lot hardly change the line,
As the time goes by all mean to the least of the day,
Yet the master of the all is under control of the journey,
Each steps are counted with much blessings and blisses,
While the whole world is upside down you are still the same to me,
Yet the wonder of the world seems like never before,
Only the troublesome ones are in the line of blocked calls,
The core of life dims in the narrow way of unsheltered world,
Swings are all in the place where no one dear treat as pleasant,
Rather the undefined soul mate seeking the course for the day,
Come on in my poor broken heart to the upmost of the unseen world,
Trill is always a good thing for me to trade with the bound of imagination,
Only time will tell the unprecedented really of what all that causes the line,
Tell me, give me, help me, know me, support me, love and give me say the least,
To whom should I go or do of what happen to the smell of unforgivable life,
Yet the twinkling of the eyes that matter the most in confusion,
Just a simple word of you’d means the whole world to me,
Or the touch of the late hand is nothing but the consolation of the broken spirit,

The last breath of the perishing soul.

When will be the liberation of the perishing soul?
When will be the safety of the dying people?
When will be the freedom of the depressed spirit?
The never nor ever thoughtful soul lingering out it’s last breath just in time,
The bounded captive being never nor ever think of how or when to set free,
So it will be with the un-discern twisted life,
Deep down in the heart the cry of troubled soul,
Days and years goes as it used to be but not the mindset of dying people,
Imagine how much longer will it cost for the rest of the world,
For some fortune but for some reason to think as of bad luck,
The cause of life seems to fair and unfair at the same time,
Nocking down to ground yet stand still tall that could be the least,
Swing of the day portions in the color of the fallen night,
The melody of the broken soul is so hurt in the middle of the night,
The dawn of the day couldn’t reckon with the tick bite of the awful night,
Man of yesterday was in dancing with the long forgotten dream girl,
Fairy tales roam around the world in their own ways,
Taste of death is a little more closer than before the last song of depression,
Tarry on tarry on say the dying soul to the unseen world,
So is the last breath of the perishing soul.