Facing straight into my enemy’s line,
Waiting for orders from my officers,
The sky’s grey, our lungs fill’d o’smoke of burnt pine,
My fellows asleep; with tired faces of theirs,

This wild, quiet and hopeless field of doom;
The place once someone’s home soullessly strange,
The plain hill where no beauty left to bloom:
But the lifely life of our foes down range,

I saw them through my rifles scope aiming;
Observing and spying their behaviours:
Some of them smoking, some of them drinking,
Also: all of them look as tired as ours,

The wind blows slowly against my own hair,
The longest moment of peace I declare.

Gibberish, Gibberish, only kids would do,
Some of you might say it appears on me:
My writings are immature, sound’d bad too,
But I thank you for wasting time to see,

I have to say back when I started
This bloggy-hingmy-experiment thing,
I thought I could be frank and not I cared,
But I am dead wrong; this place’s clean, loving,

And because of all beautiful things here,
What I really want to write they cannot
Present themselves on the scene or come near
This beautiful place I want them on spot,

Bare with me and my confused words I wrote,
My true form is coming out from her coat!

Love is love no matter of what you are;
The righteous bond between the two of you,
It shall remains right and last so near far:
But our lives short; most with love not so true,

Not many have found their true love they seek,
Some might enjoys the comfort from their friends;
Some might enjoys travelling for a week;
Some keeps finding their passion ’til path ends,

We know what we like, we know what we love,
But with these burdens we chase it hardly;
Their weights’ll pull you down when swim up above,
That’s what we seek butne’er chase it rightly,

Henceforth the path I chase might hacw to change,
From this grey zone to somewhere in eyes’ range.

For me Love is the matter of the mind,
Beware; Lust is an illusion of love,
True love is when there are two souls combine’d;
The souls of two fought together to prove

The values to be together fore’er,
But lust is the nature of all human;
One can hardly let go of their nature,
And someone may fell to traps lust have plan;

To enslave and brings darkness to this land
By illusions of bliss in many forms:
To own, to have; light sins with high demand,
To feint that one loves one against all norms,

Love often comes with lust in such combo,
And it rarely comes with lust or so.

I’d rather take one bullet in my head
Instead of hearing my disappointment,
If I’ve heard from thee I’d rather be dead;
Those immoral things ne’er fill thy content!

I have heard many things you always say;
Thy legacy falls directly to me:
I am this one not without thy walk way,
I am noone henceforth don’t you e’er see?

O, holy rage o’ mine will burns all good,
And thy path I can nolonger be on
Own chances for me to fall in mad mood;
Yes, I am mad, my soul lose; thy spirit won!

Once a core’s shaken and mind’s unstable,
From now on It’ll think for what suitable.

Oh, hey! My most missed; most sweet bully rook!
How have you been?  Did you’ve found your fortune?
Well please come to my place where I can cook
Your most beloved dish and we will speak soon!

After a long year of departure’s gone,
No letter  from you to me with your style:
That handwriting; the skills loose noone,
It sure your words warms my heart a pile!

What is wrong, pal? You did found your fortune?
Hold; you’ve found it but it’s not what you seek?
At least you’ve found yours- here: I’ll sing you tunes
To celebreat your brevery at this peak!

Disappointment happens every now and then,
But after this; we’ll go the boozing ken!

AND THERE are many people,
Makes me scare a little,
It brings me to an relisation:
That I am not worthy to you people!

How am I claim to be the GREAT POET?
Oh wait, did I? Please allow me to check;
Uh, eh, here, there, oh well nothing I’ve met,
Good, good! If I did I’m sure I’d be wreck!

How am I not recognise who I am?
Too much time on the internet was it?
The dreamy state is sure thick like a dam;
Hold all reality; nowhere just one bit!

All of that came from a pen pal of mine;
The poems we wrote are so fun to write,
It’s seems like he likes my words to my spine,
A little creepy but for me not quite,

My bad for all those complains I have made,
Question mark myself for concious went red.

When will any government will create
The perfect place which people would prefer?
Good place to live for good life; that’s relate,
But there’s seem to be none gives this offer?

As far as I know people find places,
To colonise and live with most comfort,
It takes time to civilised like ages,
With people power to make the support,

What are we laging to make that dreamt place?
It seems clear that it’s just me or you,
But together! Harmonious people’ll race
To the gate of paradise we go to!

That’s from what my ears hear and my eyes see,
Remember: these are oppions from me.