If it's not just a picture in my dreams

If only dreams and reality can meet,
Your life and mine would be completely,
Free from past worries and woes,
No more hurting and unforgiving sorrows.

And you could accept me as I am,
And share whom you really are,
We would walk joyously through this land,
Basking in the beauty that the eyes see far.


I'd not be lacked from the loss of Love,
I'd believe in the Lord within you and above,
And You wouldn't have to hide the true you,
You'd embrace her for the world to see.


But our reality is not a dream,
And life is as it seems,
You do not share this dream of mine,
I'll try to dischard it in time.

For all we have in life is this moment,
Not to be wasted on dreams kept unspoken,
So I'll find contentment within this reality,
So long as you remain within it with me.




However you are, my love for you would not stay,
However you'd walk awaty, I'll always remain.

If I could take pictures in my dream

If I could take pictures in my dreams,

I'll show you me in the middle of the Sahara desert,

Sipping my lemonade and licking my vanilla ice-cream,
And floating down the sandhills with skis made of rubberbands,

If I could take picture in my dreams,
I'll show you my garden of orange apples and sky-blue grapes,

I'll stroll you through my crystal clear streams,

Where fishes bathe amongst swimming apes,

If I could take a pictures in my dreams,
I'll show you skyscarper flowers connected by rainbow,
Providing shade from the overwhlming gleam,
of the Moon and the Sun who take turns to glow,



If I could take pictures in my dreams,
I'll show you a poor man eating a hearty meal,
A life without crime, A world without sins,
You'd never want me to wake, you'll want me to dream forever.



But of all my dreams, if there's only just one picture,
I'll show you my life with her and her alone.......

Do not be sad it had ended, be grateful it did happen

“It’s wrong for me to fall for you, knowing this will hurt us both, knowing who you are, knowing who I am.”

There comes a time in a person’s life when matters so confidently sure not to happen suddenly become sources of great regrets. They call it decorated bullshit, based entirely on selfish motives and opportunistic pretense. As shallow as I seem to be, I just consider it as simple as “love”. Ideologist, philologist, poet, song writer had spend their whole life describing love but not one can fully express the true meaning of Love. Love could never be understood by explanation, it could only be understand through experience.

Man either spend their time dreaming (hoping) or spend their time complaining.
Man always forgets to be grateful for what they had and what they have. Owh, my dear friend, you are happy once when you’re together, isn’t it something worth to be grateful for? Isn’t something worth remembering?

Life’s a bitch, shit always happen. We’ll always lose something along the way, and friends always do comfort us telling us it happen for our betterment. You’ll find someone better, you’re find some beg nicer. When one door closes, the other will open. It’s right to dream, to hope, but never forget to be thankful for what you still have. Never forget to look at the bigger picture. Life is not about what window or door will open or close, it’s about you still have a house to live in where windows and doors are just a small part of your house . You still have family who love you unconditionally, and friends that will rescue you in the time of distress. You still have your identity card, ATM card which allowed you to buy a different beg.

“Half a cup full? Half a cup empty?”

You still have water to drink for fuck sake!

Be grateful always, stop feeling sorry for what had happen, or dream of what could have happen. Start living what is happening.Recognize your blessings and be grateful. Peace nigga!

-niel