This is the morning
No this
this is the morning
Where etherized upon a table I will finally sit up and be seen.
No, this is the morning.

Together milling loudly across park(ing lot)s
This! This is the morning!
Perhaps you've seen me undressed, perhaps you've seen me *******.
This is Morse Code these are hieroglyphs these are fingerprints on a frozen window pane. Meaning(fully equipped with the right place for a time) nothing to lose without first finding X.

This is the morning where to stay at home to garden and crow, hooked on the missing airplane lost in spices and exotic tea.

mh370 is number that has gone
disappeared days ago but the search goes on
lots of different countries they joined in aswell
will they ever find it only time will tell
relatives no nearer no information found
is lost at sea or somewhere on the ground
its a strange affair to where the plane as gone
all we have is hope for each and everyone

We waited for you,
         We had a lot of hope on your land,

          What happened,is it true or not
                       We're doubting it,

       Every minutes were counted by us
         When will we hear a good news

     At last we did heard a news,a bad news
        The moment of truth was hurtful,

            What was the pilot thinking
            Landing in the Indian ocean,

           Was he trying to **** everyone?
                        Or save them?

         I wonder if they'd find the black box
         And reveal the news more detailed,

   We can't do anything but keep on praying      Let the rain wash away yesterday's pain

                           R.       I.      P.                                  to the crew and the passengers who were
  on board

Is it a dream
No..
You dissappears into the thin air
Or into the deep ocean
Yours alright is a free
Yours goodnight keeps me awake
Where are you
The sky is so high
The ocean is so furious
The clue is not obvious
The knowledge is there
The technology is everywhere
The tears have dried
But the hope is high
Where are you
The search continues
The prayers is endless
Mistery is the will
If silence is your choice
Let it be a history
And you will always be remembered

The night carries a sombre melody
on its wings, when emotions are raw
and we cry and we wail, but who will remember
those who passed quietly into the night?

Now phantoms, gone like the wind
rustling leaves. A force that can’t be seen, but felt
as it snakes its way through a labyrinth
of concrete jungles.

Forgotten ‘I love you’s’ and misplaced compassion
the  air of melancholy is thick and stifling, igniting a
collective mourning that only a few
truly understand.

So we pray and bow our heads, a solemn vow to
give anything if we could turn back time
doleful eyes streaked black with tears and teeth that grit
and fists that clench.

But nothing changes, and the world spins faster
and faster into the future when the futility of hoping
is a fleeting pleasure, dissipating into thin air
what once was a bleeding wound starts to heal and
nothing remains but the raised remains of an ugly scar.

So behind closed eyes dreamers conjure wild fantasies
and decadent dreams
a different night sky, one that begs to be looked upon
streaked with flourescent hues and flashes of lighting
where the stars light up like runway strips, welcoming
the weary traveller home.

And whispers of the ‘gone’ and the ‘going away’
become averted regrets and forgiven sins
where sadness is placed
in a museum of accidents, and the poetics of loneliness
isn’t allowed to exist.

Searching
high
Searching
low
No show
No plane
No dead bodies
No debris
No news...
Only..
Bad News...
Only
sad news
Uncertainties
Still searching
Still missing
MH370 is mysteriously
MISSING IN ACTION....

Every thought I've had,
every desire I've felt,
every word fighting to escape,
has been shushed by
the reality of the truth.

Subdued feelings and
quietened lips hold
a strong silence that
play dangerously in my ears,
in my heart.

239 souls are lost to the sea,
but in our hearts there's hope;
the angels are guiding them ,
through stars and leading them
to You.

"Goodnight", MH370.

3 days since we last saw you,
that day when you went out of the blue
Gone with the wind, leaving us with no clue,
Please tell us what they say ain't all that true

Tell us you're still there,
and you're still standing strong
tell us you can still bear -
everything, and it won't be too long
till you are back in the arms of the people that care

Let this all be not just a lesson, but also a reminder
to me, to you, and to all of us.
How small we are, set side by side with our dear Creator
whose Will that we can only trust.

Please come back, MH370.