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Dibs Sep 10
Can you
Listen quietly
To the heart beat of
A caring,
Gentle melody
Coming from someone
Can you hear that?
Because
I know
Who can
But
He only have one friend
Not peace and calmness
Only silence
He doesn’t listen to anyone
Only silence
No one understand him
Only silence
Hours, days, years until death
He lives with silence

One day he met someone
A woman
He was loved.
He was forced to hear
Her lovely rhythm
And sweet sound
He listen silently

To feel
Those echoes
Vibrating on his bone
And the compassion and
Genuine intention
She shows to him

A sound of love
Produce sweet loud noises
Orchestrated
Music to his ears
He dance to it
More than you do
The sound of a woman’s love
The Giver, The Taker and The Stealer
Dibs Aug 28
Everyday
He shows me his
Folly smile
And sparky
Gullible eyes
Without stain of shame.
He’s innocent mind  knows how to imagine
But learns nothing
Without stain of shame.

However he knows how to value
Things seem plain and simple
He makes it incredible
That brings overwhelming joy

Tender and playful heart
An innocent mind that always wonder
But attention that not last a second
What’s wrong with other people?
Sometimes he ask his mother
My child you are different from others
Keep your heads up look above
Know your worth
No matter bad they say to you
It is not true
You cannot be judged by anyone
Except you
People, animals and non-living
Don't judge but understand them by heart
Appreciate what you are seeing
You may find me there when you feel alone
If you smile I will smile back
Then I will hug you and shower you with my love

Words gave by his Mother
He treasure it forever
Then life challenge him
Judge and hurt his feeling
He doesn't fluster

Remembering his Mother’s words

Bring him strength and greatness
It protected his peace and happiness
That cannot steal by someone else

Even others inflict pain to him
Still he shows compassion
To anyone around him
He still give them genuine smile
And good laugh that they will not convey why
Because
He surely knows
Appreciate things even those simple
He’s grateful
More than you do
The Giver, The Taker and The Stealer
Dibs Aug 27
Life is unfair
To you,
To everyone,
To the sun,
To the birds, to the plants, to the sky
To the poor, those who’re born poor,
To the rich, those who’re born rich,
To the animals, to the earth.
To the fortunate and unfortunate.
To the child, to the old
To the man, to the woman
Even to the day
And to the night
To the brightest light
When it wet
And dry
When it rains or shine
Fair
To no one

To everyone
Out there.
The Giver, The Taker and The Stealer
Dibs Aug 26
Life is unfair
I’ll tell you
He’s really unfair.
But he’s not selfish and cruel
Good to few.

He prosper
Those who cling to him
He’s generous
To those who ask
But still
Unfair.
To everyone.
Out there.
The Giver, The Taker and The Stealer
Dibs Aug 7
I’m a sweet guilty feeling to the soul
Some says a cure to choler’s disease
Either to you or your enemies

I’m not meant for everyone.
The wise thoughtfully call me when it’s needed
For the fool I’m a necessity to be fulfilled

And when a man submit himself to my offer.
I’ll grant what he covertly wish.
A longing desire for relief; I’ll let his anger and enemies vanish.

Suffering has ended, one’s faith is settled
The folly will start to celebrate
While the wise will count his date

Then in the quietest night I’ll come
Like the reaper of death
Restlessly hunting the escape, nearly to be collect

After I gently touch his heart and enter his mind.
I’ll perform my final act before I go
A stare to his peaceful face so I can vividly remember what I’d preciously stole.
Revenge is a thought that I don't want to entertain.
Revenge is not a cure to any pain.
It not settled anything it only will create more pain.
I am sure that it's okay to be angry
But I don't know when it's okay to take revenge.
Dibs Jul 26
A song that almost stole my heart
Sometimes I hear it inside my head, sometimes it stop
What a wonderful masterpiece!

But too early to critic and declare finished
I know it is not done yet
I wish I will hear it on the final set
It will take time I guess
Like a fruit on the tree
Patience at its best

Although I am too old for the genre
However its wonderful lyrics
That caught my idea
And the melody that manage to penetrate my soul
That harmony catch me in the hour of fall
I remember I listen to it long time ago.
And now I’m wondering
I still hear myself humming
The song that is not yet finish
I hope it will be done well
So my heart will open
Let the masterpiece steal my soul.
I dedicate this poem to the girl who loves me very much but she is too young for me.

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