CHOICES

I can be whoever, however, wherever

It’s up to me to say ‘now’ or ‘never’

I can choose to be still or flow like a river

It’s my choice to act stupid or be clever.

You can’t force me off my will

You can never beat me at my skill

You can’t push me to take your deal

You can’t teach me my own drill.

Only I can decide what happens to my life

Whether I choose to stay single or take a wife

Or maybe look at the other end which may not be nice

But it’s my life, my decision to be precise.

We all make choices, whether good or bad

For instance, I disowned my dad

It’s not up to you to tell if it’s wise or mad

Though it comes with a consequence for me to be an abandoned lad.

GOOD MORNING

Noon has its own dealings; night has its own feelings

Having spent a day that has no meaning

Laying down sleepless, looking at the ceiling

Slowly your eyes get closed without knowing

Rising to a new day with a beautiful morning.

Sometimes the morning can’t really be good

Especially when times are hard; no cash, no food

Late night sleep and you wake up to a noisy hood

Neighbors keep calling but you’re not in the mood

You keep hearing “good morning” and you think it’s rude.

You keep wondering, “what has life got to offer you today?”

You work so hard, you can’t tell what it feels like to play

It’s like the more you pray, you become the targeted prey

And your thoughts keep coming, your feelings taking you away

You’re hoping there is no such like “good morning” or another day.

SORRY

My life has not being what exactly I planned.

The storm has being heavy, taking everything I earned.

I've being all over the place; scattered as sand!

Neglecting all I should focus on; but to my fans I say, I'm sorry..

Please take back my hand.

Sometimes I can hardly understand myself..

I seek things beyond my reach.. I'm more like searching for elf.

It's of late I've realized life is a beautiful thing itself.

To my readers I say I'm sorry as I welcome you all to my normal self.

All this while, I've being acting busy like an ant.

Achieving just a little and it's not really instant.

But I'm all ready to move on; that's the fact.

I'm really sorry from the depths of heart..

I'M I REALLY ME?

Sometimes, it's  really hard to believe that I survived.
In a world full of trouble, yet on eagles wing I do ride.
Having hope, faith and courage, but pride I do put aside.
It's hard to believe that I'm the same me that has got favor, glory and honor on my side.

'I'm I really me?' Is the question I normally ask myself.
Especially when I'm out of track, but still doing things by myself.
For pains and sufferings, happiness and joy, are part of life themselves.
So one needs to be prepared to accept things to him or herself.

It's obvious that distraction and deviation may try to occur.
But be strong and don't give in neither try to succumb.
For life's battle does not favor neither the old nor the young.
So if you relent, in the mouth of failures you will become a song.

To be strong and courageous is what one should have in mind.
For there are people who are like you, or worse than your kind.
But if you raise your hands higher into heavens, you will play with brighter stars,
Then you will ask the same question as I did for I've always had success in mind.

I'M STILL A STUDENT

It's never too late to learn,
except if one has no plan.
Even though it's hard to understand,
It's my duty to keep it in hand.
I'm never too old to learn.
For even the weak and feeble do have something they can understand.
So age can not give me a mental band,
For even in death I'll keep on to learn.
I'll keep on learning even if I don't want to.
Therefore being a student is not something one has to be called to.
I'm still a student, one that is prudent,
I'm still a student whether in health or illness.
I'm still a student, that I must be proud to say,
and I know at the end I'll have no regrets.

INDISCIPLINE

An abnormal stain in character,
that has caused many lives to shatter.
From a tender age it do start,
even when old, still behaves like a brat.
all because of indiscipline one can't face the fact.

Like a prey in a snare it do grab our lives,
Identifying us negatively in positive issues that arise.
Making us to loose better things even from the wise.
So why not we start breaking it ties...for just like an evil spell,
Indiscipline does not take heed to age, neither size.

It has led many lives to dishonor,
Lack of respect and friendship from even those they love so much.
It results only to timeless regrets,
Cause lots of people have being affected by this negative character if only we can reflect.
Talking about this little demon, indiscipline has become a major subject.

How can we stand against indiscipline?
From a modest character and controlled mind,
We start going in for discipline.
Also to be mild and tender in both speech and action...
All these should be real and not a fiction.
Through this, indiscipline will have no root in our lives nor our nation.

MY LITTLE TOY GUN

It flaunts in the midst of nobles.
It makes cowards to stumble.
All because it sounds like a real tool.
Yeah... My gun really serves me as a mantle.

Whenever I'm out in the lawn,
Weaklings do run all because of my toy gun.
They don't know that this thing is only for fun.
With a smile on my face as I do turn,
Only to see guys portray on the floor, as they do crawl.

Bad boys think that I'm the worse...
So they want me to be their boss.
All because I'm fearless and hardly loose,
So they think I being their boss is a just cause.