Oceans of fire
Oh hell is real.

Days ago
His eyes shuttered
His existence
Brought to halt
With urgency,
Not sure* if it was a *lie.

She was a pal
A long-time friend
"Speak life," he said
With the breath of second life.

Indeed, my faith shakes
It doesn't fail me
But what I've done
It was a mistake

My soul cries
The heart of Jesus in me
The Holy Spirit
He sings for salvation
Unsured was his life
Will death be faced?

(7/9/14 @ xirlleelang)

Great professions
Great foundations of thy nation
To them we *look up
A brainwave for every *aspirant.

Beggars, unemployed
Criminals and those who are sick
Bed-ridden and with counted lives
They, who are in need.

If we look up to people
Do we also look down to others?
If we are great contenders,
Are we also great in making others feel low ?

We choose to upgrade lives
While in the stairs, our views are on pinnacle
The hub was to escalate
At times, forgetting to where we came from.

What's the point of attaining positions ?
Or even being the crest in the nation's list ?
We indeed are people with the same blood
The same dreams , yet with mixtures of line ups.

To be great , one must serve
Great leaders starts from being great servants
For He who saved us became a servant first
He didn't boast His power and authority
He didn't look down to others
Instead, He lived with them

To those who are oppressed ,
Abused and neglected
By the ever-judging society,
You are the God's centre .

We must have the eye
To see things the way He sees them
The heart that feels
With compassion and sympathy* to others.

Love God
Love others
Show mercy and care.

7/9/14 (@xirlleelang)

Ain't blemished with blood
There're queues of personas
Trying to nick every motion and shift
Every angst of the heart
Until they're hopes sink in.

On those blue and hard things
They find comfort from each infirmity
There're linings all over
Maneuvering every groove
Shaving the people out
To the finished and whitened stucco.

Gold steels are not embroidered
The hand of the room
Looks inviting
With warmth and fondness ,
Some drives in
Unlocked and melting every delusion

The sky speaks
The clouds has no mutual feelings
Acting odd and remarkable
No rainbow to be seen.

Blonde arrows
With every breath one takes
With every move one tries
Choosing to hold close the lacks
Accepting every fault
For indeed, at the latter days
**The Healer Himself was the Way.