Rupa pagi dirasa

Bunyian kuat menyedarkanku..
Sedar mengantuk, wudhu menyegarkanku
Subuh tiba lalu pagi menjelma
Betapa berserinya pagi ramai yang tak menyangka
Adalah kerana
Ramai yang tak mampu bangkit

Tenang dapat ku rasa
Yang huru-hara tiada
Aman damai menyelubungi hati
Angin berjalan dingin di tepi
Nyaman, segar udaranya
Sihat ku rasa

Indahnya pagi
Waktu kegemaranku
Saat mulanya hidup
Pada tersebut kian hari

Ada seketika di lubuk hati
Ku ingin berhentikan masa
Lalu dapat ku nikmati
Rasa waktu yang paling indah dalam hari

Which is Osama bin Laden?

Heard the name..
Some may fear,
Some rage,
Some blurred

Who is exactly is he?
Who is actually is he?
What is the truth about him?
What is him?

I don't understand
I am confused

The news about him
The story about him
Always whispering to my ears
Annoyed, to be honest
Because it is different
Where the story came from
Will not be the same
So is its content

Now the news said you're dead
But, did you even ever alive?
Did you even a real person, Osama bin Laden?
Your name even close with U.S. president
Don't be mad at me, I never even looked your ID
How can anyone proves you're real?
You attacked the U.S.
Then, you involved the Muslims
Interesting
Because now Muslims looked bad
They are called terrorists
Lived a bad life, a suffering
You resembles the Arabs
The Hollywood loves the Arabs so much
They like the Arabs to become the star of terrorists in the film
We all watched it
Many believed it

Unfortunately, not me
I can't just simply believe
I can't let myself to be told by a stupid square
If Arabs are savages,
Then why Christian Arabs and Muslim Arabs live in the land peacefully
Without war with each other
Someone please explain to me
What is all this?

Osama's pictures,
Always showed up in the news
Easily,
Just like a celebrity
Who always showed up in TV
Unlike the celebrities
Even ourselves easy to accidentally saw them by the streets
But him,
Pictures so many, can create weekly albums
But none saw with their own eyes
None the normal citizen saw it
None can prove it they saw
Except by the pictures he's posed
Why is his pictures so good
Not even blurred, always doing good pose
What is all this?

When there was an explosion, terrorist like
They say he was there
Then the U.S. attacked the place
Involving many innocent lives
Yet, they said he got away
Then there's another terrorist attack,
U.S. bother again,
Many killed again,
Yet, they said he got away
Just like a ghost
Some people believed he's exist
But many never saw
What is all this?

I just want to understand..

God, is really exist?

People fights for what they think is right..
Some refuse to lose,
Some willing to retreat.

All things happen with reasons
Look hard, think hard of all things
Then made us realize, coincidence is no such thing
Can you understand?
Will you understand?

Let us view an example
Walking slowly down the road
A lonely road down the neighborhood
Smelled something unpleasant, "oh, it's a cat's poo!"
Made us realize, it's made by a cat.
Walking again down the road
A snowy road down the neighborhood
Looking at the back, "oh, it's my footsteps!"
Made us realize, it's made by me.
For all things we can see,
Of all things we can not see,
There must be something
Something that made it happen

The mountains, the sea, the clouds, the wind
The ant, the grain of sand, the staphylococci,
And even us
I am sure something made us happen
I am sure it is God..
For someone who questioned, "then, who made 'god'?"
I have one explanation, just for you
If God created and made just like us,
There is no purpose we call it God
If God was born from a mother's shameful parts
There is no point we call him God
For all of us just the same.

God was not born and not giving birth
God is certainly different
God is absolutely different
For all things will never be same
For all things can't even reach a slightest common
Not creature, not been made
Not like us, to exist, must be made
Because God is creator
God is the beginning of all things..

Finding meaning

Yesterday, tomorrow, today..
Every, each, and any day

Woke up early my self feels empty
Soreness felt, back is the most
But i must stand to live another day
I feel grateful and relieved as i can stand healthy
But even the layer is great, the inner is empty
I stayed strong and walk to find something to fill
But maybe not strong enough, i can't even find something not ill

As long as emotions in
Hatred likes to fill
Sometimes it feels great
Always it makes regret

Whenever i feel empty, evil means start to live
Empower me from deep abyss within, i move intentionally without
Run, run, run,
Fast, along the road
Still didn't find any thing
But something found me,

Knowledge, and the power of knowing
Truth, false, all can be discover
All can be recover
Empty no more i feel now
All the knowledge filled me somehow.