TRIUMPH

I want to say this feeling of cheerful

Hearing the triumph of the parade

The screaming of the holly people

The tears of the sinful one

When you see this carnival

When you hear this crying or laughing

You will say, I like this,,,,!

So, where is the heart of you

Don’t you feel sorry to this dying people?

Who will let their live gone by the money?

This feeling is rare being in the middle of some one with the power

Who hold the future in his left hand and life in their right hand?

So poor you are who fight with the death

Still with this ode, I say, sorry to see you like that!

THE RUINS

This is the time when I feel very unpleasant. Why?

Because this moment, the stars hit me by the head.

This rainbow shows her arrogance, recognizing that she is the one who has the colorful features.

Why it happened to me?

I’m just a little poet writing a wasted work.

With the disgusting words, fucking rhyme, and bullshit theme to be read.

There is no word to honor me

There is no song to respect me

Just a little recognizing I need to be heard

This is just a little hope

To be someone for someone

Just a little regret for someone I hurt

A little honorific for some one I loved

This is a verse of my soul

Have to be delivered before I die

This is an ode have to be heard by someone

Who fill the empty space that almost become a ruins