A poem

I think its better to know your things at hand
Then everything can be planned and manipulated

Things had gotten better,
Its just a matter of intention
Whether you want it or not..

I know its words again! But that's what my blog is all about.. bored lame poems lol

Feeling Life

Little birds chirping loudly on the trees

Calling for their mum that feeds

A gust of wind came, an agent of transporting seeds,

And what I witness, is a snow of falling leaves

Sat on a wooden bench

Facing the lake where couples on boats frenched

Lovey dovey as they seem

We'll not know if there is problem within

What seen by the naked eye

Made humans judge instantly as things passes by,

For once in that park,

alone where the soul searches inside, through the dark.

Discover the purpose of one's truself

living in this world, chasing for love, health and wealth

As bright as we think we are,

failures are the best lessons so far.

In the serenity of the greeneries

Captured the breaths taken away by the sceneries,

The mind relaxes to join the tranquility

That moment you felt, peace found being solitary

A hit in the head,

Flashes thru, pictures in the past like a story, said.

You see yourself in the picture

You wonder why you acted as such, confused for sure.

But you know those days are over

Back you are in the park acknoledging memories are forever

You stand, inhaling the cold breeze

Took a step forward, moving ahead leaving the past unfreeze

Not to live in the past

But to learn and change hoping that makes the future last

Unfreezing the lessons,

turns charcoal into diamonds

You as a charcoal,

Going thru life, working towards your goal

years of chemical reaction, change and with nature as a catalyst

Life becomes fulfilled and colourful like a stage with overwhelming audience to a performer, an artist.