When we are sad,

The first thing to write is happiness because words are hard, to drop on the table.

Full of words inside but When you open, it will go on in different meanings.

Our mind will weight in more of emotions. Even the words itself couldn’t stand. But when we released it from the inside, You bound to peace.

Well! I’m sad…..I said!!!…

But I’m sure I will write again when my heart turns blue.

Only then I’ll be able to express the way it’s inside.


Fire Of Remembrance.




Fire Of Remembrance.

Like a moth attracted to a flame you drew me ever closer.

Caught in your light, the flame fanned by your breath

shone through my very soul. Yet signs of our eyes

like the moth simply died. And you held me in your hand

like a fire of remembrance in a hall of fame,

a trophy of my undying smile; a symbol of your strength;

a reminder of my existence. ….

Then Swoosh.. You blew out the flame.

Tide of Love


Every day I get more afraid
Of giving my heart away
Scared of what love will bring
Too nervous to hear the words you’ll say
I find myself lost in you
Not sure if I want to be
I see the looks that you give
And wonder what you see in me
I don’t want my heart broken
But I am so in love
I can’t seem to give up
A gal sent from above
So I’m gonna trust you
Please don’t let me down
For I am giving you a chance
To turn my life around
Don’t take it for granted
‘Cause it might not last long
I have weak thoughts
And my heart isn’t too strong
I’m putting my life in your hands
Now it’s all up to you
I look forward to the places we go
And the things we’ll be put through
But remember that I’m vulnerable
And I can’t stand to be hurt
I want to be at the top of your list
But I don’t have to be first
Believe me when I tell you
That I love you with all my heart
That I’m here for you forever and always
Just like I was at the start…

Song of the Only One


I sing the song of the Only One,

   the Father’s sole begotten Son. 
      A song of Grace and Love.
As God’s Law had been set 
   God sent His Son for every wretch 
      that we’d be borne above.
He loved me and you 
   with blood so pure and true. 
His best the Father gives, 
   once dead yet now He lives.
We knew not love until He came. 
   Now we know by the only Name.
      Jesus is the Christ.
He is the Word the Father sent, 
   expression of His good intent.
       The Way, the Truth and Life. 
Because He lives now can we. 
   Be borne again that you may see
      the Lord who rose from death.
Make Him all your very life, 
   let His hope in you arise. 
      His life will be your breath.

Words are Birds 

are birds
that arrive
with books
and spring
the wind
and trees
some words
are messengers
that come
from far away
from distant lands
for them
there are
no borders
only stars
moon and sun
some words
are familiar
like canaries
others are exotic
like the quetzal bird
some can stand
the cold
others migrate
with the sun
to the south
some words
they’re difficult
to translate
and others
build nests
have chicks
warm them
feed them
teach them
how to fly
and one day
they go away
in flocks
the letters
on this page
are the prints
they leave
by the sea

22 yrs News personality. Editor, Student at Broadcast Journalism IAAN