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As a nation, Malaysia is but a mere 28 million strong..
Diverse as she is, we as citizens sing together her national song...
Entitled Negara Ku or My Country, we all arise to pay homage as we sing...
With nationalism in our hearts, many a stellar citizen stands proudly...
Every time the song is trumpeted in any prize giving ceremony...
We are but a small country yet we all have big dreams...
How else can you explain our presence in the world stage ...
In Datuk Lee Chong Wei, the badminton world sees a supremo...
His skills and flair for his chosen game is second to no other..
His counterpart, Datuk Nicol Ann David, is just as stellar....
9 years of world status as number one in Woman Squash...
Her achievements eclipsed all other woman players in squash..
But what is this, what disaster brings upon us this latest atrocity...
Our democratically elected Prime Minister from the Razak family...
The venerated Najib Razak Prime Minister Elect and Finance Minister...
Voted and fingered in the whole of Asia as the worst finance minister ...
Decades of painstakingly brand building of the nation of Malaysia...
Many have witnessed how Malaysia emerged stronger in turbulent Asia..
After the ravages of the severe economic crisis back in the nineties ...
The colossal quagmire of an entity called 1MDB, touted as a sovereign fund...
On the back of government guarantees, it secured billions and billions in funds..
After many a mysterious and incomprehensible dealings and wheelings...
1MDB is now a hot potato under suspicion as a conduit for money laundering..
Worse still it is widely perceived to swindle a nation of her citizen's money...
And horrors, the financial minister may have ill gotten gains in his accounts...
With a 50billion deficit and counting , 1MDB is set to be a colossal disaster....
Who is that Finance Minister? He has to be the worst in the whole of Asia!!!
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/malaysias-prime-minister-najib-razak.html
we were taken again beyond the gates of katyn
I'd begun to challenge morale feelings over a sudden
stench bellowing from under the chartered tanks
silence abroad Auschwitz my knees chattered
while facing the cold damp window pane my heart
nearly shattered non responsive I suppose
I would remember small things like the empty clock
that sat on the night stand the coil spring the map
to belzec replaced with dead dandelions comfort
had become a slow moving line as we awaited for
the hot brass to brand our pale skin softly I whispered
why I must be next as the grunting hot breath
crawled down my back my only solace was hidden
inside the hem of rags I wore a passage read gravely
among Dante's most ravishing canto's oh how wretched
the mere past times that wandered aimously about
my arched form I'd remembered not to slump focusing
on the Catholic medallion of st Francis clutching it within
my raw chafed fist full of sores and blisters how pretty
I felt still while uniformed guards exposed the white letters
s and p the special kind policing the line leading this
morbid place I remembered my grandmother had gone
before us and now an awakening sight sang out through
this mist of fire breathing almost just beyond the palace
my memory of stale sourdough bread and hot potato soup
why I'd been here before clinging to life's treasures
I'd carefully opened excepting the gravity and useless attempts
of sparing the poor soul's behind me the line moved
yet again screams filled thee earths air as though
the sun had finally fallen into the ocean blue covering
thy living flesh I'd spoken calmly while meaningless
madness aroused my being over come with a past so
very well known memories of my father and not of my own
Oh Happy Day
Financial crisis
the Dj's sold out to the man
oh happy day on the radio
collective karma is the God they believe in
while Mammon teaches his machines to use phones
bill collectors and spam salesmen are calling
voices without souls
equity
and the bank wants to foreclose
billions of dollars for a bail out
and where the hell did it go
all of the really big spenders know
I guess they needed some of our tax money to blow
government programs, Ha!
just try to get some help or some info
and you'll find some scam artist ready to rip you off
or some over priced attorney
that just wants to take your money and laugh
as he drives away to go play golf
and your losing your home
yeah, your losing your home
and don't you want to put a bullet into somebody’s brain
who are ya gonna blame
two wrongs might not make it right
but it'll make a pretty good flame
try to make amends
there's no one to talk to at the bank
sorry, our mortgage department is in another state
just call this number then
press one for a circle jerk hot potato maze
the machines are in charge these days
and their's no mercy built in to their programs
but some of them do have names
I guess their programmers try to make them human
ice cold humans
ice cold humans
they think you and your money are the same
go on and take humanity out of the humans
their icy cold hearts dwell in the dark anyway
while the machines chew us up
just like a hammer headed shark
dive dive dive
let's see how low we can go
dive dive dive
these days lawyers are thugs
and nobody cares and everybody knows
and we're the greatest nation
oh play oh happy day
for me just one more time
there's no fear of God or compassion anymore
and I am just a poet
in the year 2009
Form:
Save Malaysia Today
S - Some time ago, there was a sovereign fund named 1MDB...
A - All too soon, there were mounting allegations of suspicious activities...
V - Various allegations hinted of serious financial and administrative irregularities..
E - Ere you know it, the hot potato that is 1MDB is fouling up the economy...
M - My country Malaysia today is a nation of highly stressed daily living….
A - All my countrymen are suffering from a drastic rise in the cost of living…
L - Lives everywhere are struggling to cope with a falling economy…
A - As the drastic price rise in raw petroleum has pushed up pricings..
Y - Yet the government saw fit to introduce after 1st April 2015 GST, a pervasive
6% sales tax …
S - Sure enough, consumer prices immediately spiralled upwards as GST is a
cumulative form of tax…
I - In fact, the high petroleum price and this new sales tax has effectively double
the cost of living..
A - All Malaysians are increasingly disenchanted with the top man in the political
office…
T - There is a most historic gathering today of politicians in an effort to save the
Malaysian nation..
O - One impossible gathering of leaders from the ruling political party in cahoots
with the opposition …
D - Demands were made through various speeches presented by all the political
bigwigs in attendance..
A - All were in agreement that illegal donations, GST and 1MDB were linked to the
top minister's silence …
Y - Yet to be seen, will this gathering and a Citizen Declaration be just the spark to
save Malaysia?
My mother taught me many lessons
First ,about the birds and the bees
Where did I come from mommy?
Oh, I found you in a barrel of Crabs.
Her lessons in decorum were priceless
Walk always with your head held high
But not so high as to drown when it rains.
bless her heart.
She was a stickler for good posture
More so when I wore a new dress
all pretty and frilly
You walk like a drunken spider on spindly legs.
Her lessons in obedience
I’ll always remember
When I say jump, just jump
Don’t ask how high.
She taught me to choose my friends
they should reflect class and dignity
True,God said Love your neighbor as yourself
but he didn’t say, walk with the riff- raff on the street.
Her description of my hair left me baffled
I thought it was always neat
Looks as if birds have been picking out your hair
To build their nests, she often said.
She taught me to be a power to be reckoned with
With words I was to hear often
I brought you into this world
And I can take you out.
To mom, silence was a golden rule
Never ask why just do as I say
Or with one slap
I will turn your face to the back of your head.
My speech was another area she paid attention to
When I spoke her comment came swift and sure
you speak as if you have a hot potato in your mouth.
Lesson on bravery left me in tears
On the day I broke my arm
Am I going to die, mommy? I asked
Yep, like a flea squashed between your fingernails.
She replied.
I still remember these lessons, and smile
I know too that she did this to help me cope
She was the best, my mother.
War should be no more - I hope everyone could be together in unity &
accord & sing in a chorus of pure, dazzling bliss! I smell the odor of remorse and
hatred in the atmosphere...leaving me with scraps of terrifying fears & reducing
me to tears...stains of scarlet regret and pride is smeared on the swords of murderers - and they blame it on their frustration, pain and determination...competition is encouraged on these killing grounds and a peaceful frame of mind was never built here.
Aim towards the bull's eye - concentrate with your might...we're gonna get
through this plight whether we like it or not...do productive things to deal with
our anger and angst - reap what you sow and face your fates like a man...be
strong, be brave and be prepared to face your fears tonight! HUMBLE YOURSELVES and MOVE ON...move forward and dream of brighter days...the smoked-up, ebony and vermilion skies will fade away sooner than you think . . . confrontation embraces you all...but keep your head above the surface
Rage is thrown back and forth like a hot potato - who wins? Who has gone
missing? N-no one knows on the mysterious battle grounds or fields of endless
revenge..it smells of death and determination all in one...fight the fantastic fight
with triumphant victory close at hand! Here's some grand land that serves as our
resting spots - be peace-makers; be not back-biters, discord-makers or commotion-
brewers, sowing discord from head to toe! Graze in your own mazes of graceful grasslands of plenty and you'll be found in peace, instead of lost in chaos
T.H.E.M. (The hellions employing mayhem)
Vs
U.S. (Useful slaves)
It’s always the same
The old tired game
Of them vs us
Each side making a fuss
Playing tug of war
Over the same
Sad dollar
“I need more”
“You’ll take less”
Each side holler
Nothing ever changes
It only gets worse
Our disgusting methods
Are simply a curse
Our inhumanity towards each other needs to disperse
But I know it’s a dream
Selfishness is the reign of the insane
Always looking to lay blame
It’s the hot potato game
It’s not us
It’s them
So, they say
Nobody wants to pay
Greed rules the day
It’s simply our twisted way
To lay the blame away
From our own feet
You see, misery is such a treat
To watch others, bow to the elite
A meeting nobody wants to greet
Please come in and have a seat
You wish to rent yourself?
How neat
I offer less than you need
I’m here to plant slaveries seed
You’ll reap what I sow
And never make
What you owe
But then again
That’s the trick
To keep you low
Ya prick
Here’s my boot
Take a lick
Watching you struggle
Is such a kick
This is really fun
Watching you run
Like a rat in a maze
Blinded by debts haze
And I am very aware
I create the misery you share
I simply don’t care
But to be fair
You never really had a pair
LOL
Eric (and sometimes not)
When I’m feeling undersized
Feeling something is out of commission
My hair on my arms start to boost
Bringing my goosebumps upon my skin
When water becomes gooseflesh
My goosebumps rise with no distress signal
My body starts to shiver
Like there’s no tomorrow
While my body is looking for that sea of flame
When my gut becomes stronger than my emotions
The hair on my spine start to rise
A tingly feeling passes in my blood
Until it reaches the goosebumps on my legs
Weaken my body
When I lay into a deep dream and it becomes a nightmare
I rise to jump with goosebumps all over my body
When I’m minding my own business and his voice touches me
O’ my, my, my
Those are the goosebumps that touch my soul
The ones I get when the man upstairs comes under my skin
Goosebumps
O’ my goosebumps
I love you so continue to glow
For the way, you flow any bad presence
Can hot potato my o~r~g~s~m
For you will always be my Indian tobacco sauce
Dancing around a fire of smoke
As the chief tends thy fire
My buddle’s in the keepers’ care
For my ceremony of goosebumps
Keep me surviving everyday
I would never complain
Only welcome thy feeling again and again
The end!
Today, 2025.3.09@08:46:00
Here I am again at Geelong.
Not only I am alone, but also unhappy.
My trip over the long weekends had been altered and changed,
Not by the weather nor a new plan,
Simply by some body who has no sense of responsibilities.
I shall not loose any of my time and energy,
On a person like this.
He gave me a book,
In which he described himself as a loner.
And disclosed so many of his unacceptable behaviours,
But not a word of his selfishness nor breaking promises characters.
By now, I am happy and relief,
Visiting one of my favourite beaches.
The Geelong icon, "Manningham" pier,
The newly built hook shaped Yarra Street pier,
In less than 90 minutes,
I shall be on my way to Apollo Bay.
I do not know if I am going to have big waves,
Which knocked me to the ground and hurt my knees,
I do not mind at all, because
I was not promised by the nature,
I will embrace what so ever,
Big or small, rough or gentle,
Not like some people,
Give you high hope and drop you like hot potato.
I knew I was a loner, but I will never be a loser.
My pen, as though wounded, bleeds,
Who on earth, its blood-flooding sound, heeds?
Tabula rasa papers turn pregnant,
Messages of peace-brim-filling excitement;
Midst clanging of shiny swords,
Who witnesses the wounded words?
Poetry is for lunatics, they say,
Might moves mountainous sway;
Blood should paint the world maps,
Dead should adorn the scull-caps;
Shells should illumine skyscrapers,
No podium for poetry-papers;
They march forward with philosophies such,
Though fear within, deadliest weapons they clutch;
Like monsters and vampires they fight,
Many, to Hades, take their flight;
Peace-poems, often, become wraps,
Of their not-so-hot-potato chaps;
My wounded heart, together with my pen, yearns,
Insane humans to realize their hate-churns;
Having battles lost and won,
Laurels of pride, heads adorn;
Losing wife, children, friends, kith-and-kin,
Sensory organs, like neon gas, brunt within;
Those survive try to trace and read the peace writings,
Die, ultimately, in perennial musings...!
28 March 2022