Climbing on a Wait

I am not walking in the unknown place,
But the well known placed I know.
And in other side untouched
And I just walking around, keep on save
Looking for a biggest willing to be reached on
Long roadside, a big, biggest mountain
Keep on the front.
There is no about the answer
A big blank, but not really blank
Some works lies on my arms.
Some works waiting for my trace.
Some butterflies looking for my smile
And I looked for my time,
With a true climbing on a wait

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The Message from a Pop Star

Me just the same as you,
On my willing, as yours
Sometimes mockery, praises of others
The only know is GOD
Of the truth of longing
The great of my heart
Sickness on my blue pain!
Lonely of the blue sky,
Or some happy songs in this existence
Not be planning for a while
But planning too much.
This is life, real, unplanned, unnoticed.
But make it, trying to understand
Imitated of your life, unused always

A mask at that face covered the ‘U are’

Pop star, popular and just a friend,

Leave! Throw! Having yours own

On the promises, being of ‘YOU’rself' and I of my self....

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oh my.. oh mine

Walk around my destination
Long long by my desire
Of life on loving with my own direction
Asking for my self not wasting my leisure
Living in my fully hope
Not always reach my willing
Keep on my journey
Denying my pain
Gee.. heal my ooohh mine.
Saving ohh my.. oh mine

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Acoustic plus

Acoustic plus..grup music yang berani menawarkan nuansa lain dengan garapan yang simple, easy listening. Di tengah-tengah maraknya kemunculan band-band baru yang beralaskan musik full band, distortion dan bertema/ber-genre rock, pop, melayu itu, Acoustic Plus mampu menyajikan musik sederhana, klasik yang dipadukan dengan irama pop, rock, country dan sedikit sentuhan jazz modern.

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The Lamentation of The OLd Pensioner

'The Lamentation of The OLd Pensioner' by William Daniels

I had a chair at every hearth
When no one turned to see
With "Look at the old fellow there,
And who may he be?"
And therefore i do wander on,

And the fret lies on me

The roadside trees keep murmuring.--
Ah, wherefore murmur ye
As in the old days long gone by,
Green oak and poplar tree!
The well-known faces are all gone
And the fret lies on me

Paraphrase:
This poem tells about the old pensioner that afraid of his life. pensioner said that he had every chair at every hearth, he had a share at every side when he was young. but no one care of him now, when he is just a pensioner, an old man. No body see at him. With no asking or remembering anything about him. He is afraid of the way people treat him. he thinks that every-side, the things still the same, oak and trees, that still care of him, keep him. then he thinks why everybody didn't do the same as the oak and trees? he is still worried with his life like that. (created by fanie),( fanie)