What is worth a writer's many words
When the ink holds your meaning like something
at the tip of your tongue?

When your eyes finally perceive
what your soul feels
and your ears hear
what your spirit receives

When you dwell
be it in high ground
or on low valley
When you look to the sky
or cast your face down to the ground.

You look longingly into eternity
awaiting something all worth more
that this.
Longing for meaning,
purpose,
life,
a reason to live
a reason why you breathe and do the things you do.

Longing for
connection,
relationship;
Longing for
mercy.

It is in the journey of a lifetime
that we realise
the hidden things

When the deep cries out to deeper waters;
When we look longingly
into the mysteries.

Thus it is in those
that our restlessness yields,
and we find peace despite calamity.

When we shall see even the face of God
who once dwelt with us.

What is worth a writer's many words
when the ink holds your meaning like something
at the tip of your tongue?
It is worth more than this,
that meaning be even found in this life
and moves beyond to something much greater
than this.
Dig deeper and look beyond.
Heavenly Father,
God who hears my plea,
do you hear me still, even now?
I’ve seemed to slip from Your fingers
back into the chains from which I was once bound.
Was I not already free?

Have mercy on me, still.
I am but a mere mortal,
prone to life’s temptations.
My eyes are tainted with lust,
my flesh stained with sin.
My heart has turn cold,
my spirit is faded.

I’ve become less sensitive
to Your presence.
The fire You have put within me
is still there but burning out, slowly.
I had long to go out and do Your will,
but I am so complacent
rather willing that I do things for myself.

I am thus no different than others
I am just the same if not worse than any other sinner
be it rapist or murderer
liar or thief.

Have I forgotten the joy of Your salvation?
If I am Your son, Your servant in Your image and likeness created
therefore create in me a clean heart, and rekindle in me the fire of Your love.
Stir in me a passion, to boldly seek you and to pursue doing Your will in this world today.
Help me deny myself, to carry my cross and follow you.
Remind me that this life is not my own but to care for others and to serve You.

Forgive me and cleanse me through and through.
As it is, all things, for Your glory!
In Christ’s Name
Now and forever.

Amen.
A prayer.
Mask on.
I become this strong man
ready
to wage war.
The night was cold,
its evils, even more so
ravenous
I was ready, ready
to wage war
on vast armies.

Mask off.
I was no more than any mere mortal you could find on the face of this god-forsaken planet.
Who am I?
Who am I that I play the hero,
to save the world
when I can’t even save myself?

Mask on.
My strength returns.
I wonder
What is my purpose?
Do I not find meaning in this
reckless ravaging in the depths of this
savage abyss?
Having witnessed the depths of mankind’s depravity,
causing furtherance in destruction.
My efforts are not in vain;
I must do something.

Mask off.
It feels hopeless;
It’s no point fighting.
Why do my enemies mock me,
my own family persecute me,
my friends betray me?
How long more must I turn the other cheek,
whilst others fight to the death?
I refrain from taking life out of rage.

I use it instead to fuel my faith.
That Justice would one day reign.

Could it be so that angels can be found in the likes of men like me?
Could it be that superheros are just as human?
Superman is yet still a man,
what more a man like me?

To others, the mask is always on.
They do not see me as the man I am.
Yet, when the mask is put on,
I become the man I ought to be.

Now,
the fight goes on
and everything that is worth
my life.
Dedicated to my cousin. Happy birthday.
I admire the way two lovers kiss
It seems like they are
in heaven's bliss

When two shall love
in one accord;
and they shall be
forevermore

I admire the way
two lovers love
It's like a blessing sent
from above.
Another old love  poem I wrote about almost a year ago that I've recently recovered...
We sealed our fate
when our eyes met each other's;
When I saw you
I envisioned every possible future
about to materialise into reality's present.

We sealed our acquaintance
with the firm shake of a hand,
looking forward to working with you
was all the pleasure I anticipated.

We sealed our friendship
with a hug;
We shared many thoughts,
we valued each little insight we had.
We shared some laughs,
exchanged smiles.

See, relationships prove to be
the bedrock of civilisation
and the connections between us
felt like kingdoms of galaxies
under our command

I envisioned every single possibility with you.
Yet, I cannot see through the next step
When we shall seal our fate with a kiss,
and journey through the storms of life
together

With you by my side.
Hopeless romantic.
Mercy came to me
like the answer to my prayer
As I live every day
on borrowed time.

Do you know of such value,
O fellow mere mortals?
Judgment postponed
Death delayed
Life blessed
Grace given
Forgiveness bestowed.

Mercy came to me
by the means of a friend
the answer to my prayer
who prayed for me

As I stirred on
to seek
the deep wonders
of God.

I whispered and sighed,
"How can this be?"
I screamed and cried out
in the wilderness
beholding in awe
glory, majesty
wrath.

Still, mercy came to me
like the sweet answer
to my prayer
consoling and attending
to all my dreaded fears.

Mercy came to me
in the likes of a Person
who loved me and
gave Himself for me.

And now I live
on borrowed time
making the most of every
opportunity while my
judgement is postponed,
death is delayed,
life blessed,
grace given,
forgiveness bestowed.

In time, mercy comes to me
and now I freely give
as I have been given.
Pondering upon the great mercy of God!
Blue was the winning streak that lasted decades.
The colour that held our sadness and sighs
our frustrations and cries
in silence.

Blue was the night sky
that beheld the moon and the stars
who gave their light
promising the warmth of a new day.
Even they knew that God
was watching.

Yellow was our rallying cry!
For justice to be restored,
so that righteousness
would rule once again,
as it always has reigned
in our hearts.

Red, the hope flowing through
our veins as we anticipate
the rise of a new day.
Red, the sacrifices we were
willing to make.
Red, the blood shed for this land.

Red, our new victory!
our new clarity,
our new vision,
our new hope.

Now, white for all the
unfilled spaces in between
the empty gaps like
the potholes in the road
that had collapsed long ago

For all the possibilities
that are yet to be
realised

White, a reminder:
we still have a long way to go.
Malaysia has just done away with their 14th General Elections and for the first time in history, the opposition won! I wrote a poem according to the colours of our national flag, the Jalur Gemilang in commemoration of this historic event!
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