Personified

Brown as i was, strong as i was to be,
Out to the glare, tenderly receiving those loving care,
So tender they seem, so cuddling they invite,
Quick-a-quick, to those so lovely eyes there.

So many siblings I touch, so many lives alive,
Ha, I am sure i stand out in style,
Right a whimp, left another,
I conquer like no other.

yummy yummy was all I wanted,
I must be strong,
Forever as can be,
Tall as I must be.

Mummi mummi, the feel of yours I need,
To help me through before i break that gaze,
Alas, day light, lovely rays,
All a shine on me everywhere.

Bounce as I could, jump as I would,
Hip a hop, all around, as best as you would,
Me not a racer, but pace any a place,
Try, see, hah.. not a gape, not a lag.

Where the best can be,
Thats where you see me,
In sight you must be,
Not lost we shall be.

Run, run, run, run,
faster, faster and faster,
Till my end is caught,
Thats where i say stop.

Love, love, a tinge of everyday,
Left, right, early, late, whatever,
Wherever, i must have a pinch,
Why reject when there's every inch.

I must, i must show you all,
I stand strong and tall,
No regrets, no rewind,
Forward in every sublime.

Brown I love, Cream i crown,
Biscuits, cherries, all a yummy,
Whats more..
There you, love me, yeah yeah mummy.

A New Direction

For often as i thought, as i thought,
I gazed into a crystal of happenings,
I thank new beginnings, i cherish new hopes,
I thank new environment, i cherish new future.

My blood flows with new findings, new discoveries
With a new direction, new emotion,
Much guided, much aloud, much sounds,
Much hopes, much words, much love.

The happer times were dwindled,
Withered like all stalks of roses,
The radiance of roses never ever recur,
Only if effort is made for new ones to occur.

With a vast vacant gaze,
In a dignified solitude of daze,
The emptiness means loss,
Only recoverable if not lost.

These days turn around,
Like an outward bound,
Like the big big wheeler,
Wheeling back on an old timer.

What sourced? what gained?
What added? What gotten?
Like before it came,
Now lost and forgotten.

Re-piecing it may seem hard,
Re-trying it now not the card,
Lost it may seem, gone it may be,
Forever so, then let it be.

Searched within my soul, find within my means,
Fumbled with the scratches of pain,
Stand up with the traces of regain,
Face on as there lies but meagre and faint.

O where does the search end,
The end line is nil and none,
The skyline is the limit,
But where the energy is abit.

Oh .. its always a beginning..
with or without a line,
with or without a limit,
with or without that bit.

wish you well as a new beginning always begins.