An appearance like swan
fragile voice of an angel
the movements like water
she grew by the name Gabriel

A child of perfection she was
her mind was still spotless
but as time passing through
she knew the times of her innocence
has come to an end of noxious

Atlas turned into a beautiful example
jealousy and hatred grew by the society
she poised herself by the war she must fight
through and through, though she knew
the end will come of herself selling her soul
one and only to satan held his hand out for her

Ask he told, are you willing
to die each and second to live
willingly rott yourself into
this demise you never meant for

A child who once wasn't happy
one to wanted to be of a unique
under the illusion of society given
you will never be accepted if weak

I was the one naive of all
the small introvert in the herd
passing through many doors
as adapting knowing
I was their choice of third

I wasn't the perfect child
growing up was good enough
my family is an average born
I grew with thoughts of living
was always kind well
As to no one had told me
it should be this tough

I was one of a kind
the kind you'd be worried
though appearances
known to seem docile
my parents concerned

I might have grown hurried
as paced from other children
I was the one who realized the lies first

When the life you led
was grand and easy as seen
and dare not your eyes
care upon to others
who were dread
in cold hardships

You became drowned
in greed and arrogance
not remembering
the gold wasn't yours
in the beginning

The life; our young generation
that we have in this of century
is led of nothings and foolish thoughts

Holding on to big dreams
of the rain; gold and silver
to pour into their arms
without a lift of a finger

Many I've met, so far
I've moved forward
to earn the respect I care

I've seen the genius,
the best of the goods,
and the worst of them all

Knowing some youths
that care not of learning
the life thoughts of giving
saddens me, in a way

I am not perfectionist
nor am I even near such
a human being to be perfect

Music is a part of one's growing heart and soul

God's gift for the creation he made
and designed on within time and void

Music itself was a born soul
of it's own living in us to soar

It is a powerful and fearsome
soul to tends to overpower
us at our weakest or golden moments
at hand to strike in silence

At birth, birds sing and bell chimes
to welcome the new souls
come forth from the heavens

At death, the sound of the fallen rain
and bells rings to pay their goodbyes
and respects for their met again with the gods

I am neither a musician nor a writer
I am a plain and simple soul
who adores writing, singing,
and paint my soul out on paper

Music brings joys, happiness,
sadness, anger, and many feelings
from the heart and soul

It has done much wonders and chaos
to the humanity of the passing time
on this land of earth we bound

The attune of each song,
the words of every feelings
being pour without a rest of mind,
each strum or tune of one's heart
into the blank paper

Has made many confuse hearts
and lost souls come together,
to become one at peace
again, to be diverse

It is amazing to see
what music does
it brings people
together, anywhere
and any time of moment

Music changes people,  for better or worst
it does depends on what tune
your heart and soul desires
from today and onwards

A young youth
who'd family raised
as the divers of the sea

I was the first child
and daughter came forth
to these water elementals

Upon life
by my dearest
home sided
the vast ocean

I grew up
staying on
an asian island

where by
the oriental cloth
upon my skin,

cooling breeze
were always around
for the kites and eagles
to soar afar wide
above the ocean

even the villagers
used to have called
little me, their merchild

as I was always excited
to wake up by dawn
swimming in the ocean

after awakening
of my family
in their
sweet dreams

till the day ends
came forth the sunset

as I swam
few strokes left
to do, I was
always the last
of the children
to walk back
on the earth land

wave my goodbyes
I did, to the beautiful
sunset down
as for the moonlight
to shine on the
ocean's floor

later, after dinner
and some stories
from my loved ones
all rested with
hard work and
sweetest dreams

I walk over to
window and prayed
to make a wish
to the skies and
the ocean

that I was sure
I had finally
found of
my first love,
and he was the ocean

I am an asian
an oriental from the east
curious of more knowledge
of the west and south

A young youth
at an age of studying
the board seas of land
and the earth we stand upon

Racism is a wide source
of fear, the we all
become upon at
take it on at war

Bloodshed and tears
are cried upon
the death of love
ones in many times
of the past in mine lands

In the art of war
will have no
happy ending
unless one's voice
is rising and brave

Enough to risk
his own soul
to be diverse and
have good faith hope
in other religion

And races, to
nurture and care
of our younger children
to the new era awaits

For once, in my life
I would love to
see diversity come
together without
any hate to each other

Blaming on
from the past
hurting the young
of the future
due to history

In search for the one
to love nurture and care
till  death do us apart

was too much too hope for
knowing how much I was
willing to placed in line
for my love of you

and that you didn't
as for me, I was pure
and loved you for the man
you've become but

you chose for the superficial
and left me, wonder and ponder
alone in war of myself
what have I've done wrong

in depression, crying
and in desperation
of wanting comfort
knowing the other party
is in happy bliss

even after what love we had
I was loyal and caring
yes, I am not flawless

but I expect that you
would accept me
as I did for you
in the name of love

Such a life, I live
in white lies and
dark betrayals
of many done of me