The storyteller

2+5 = 7 ... july = 7... 1st of july is 7
7 is a Perfect number..

God rested on the Seventh day, sanctified it and made it holy.

a creative soul listens, understands, empathises and feels..
a creative heart retells
a creative being inspires
a creative's art never dies..

I remember because on a joyous occasion you made me sad,
I remember because on a tough day you made it easy
I remember because on a sad night you made me smile

I will remember because you left me gifts
My children will remember because I will not forget.

YA: "I want."
DO: "Madam, this is the best I can do. I cannot bring it to you because I don't know where you are."

Rest in Peace Story teller Yasmin

starting point

The body has finally gave in to the constant abuse and neglect. During the pursuit, one has forgotten the reason.

it is for the money. with the money they feel they have the right.

the right to demand

the right to bargain

the right to abuse

we gave in

because we were after the money

the money which promises the life we want

if we have the money, we would possibly have a key to open that treasure box.

with this it gave us a right

the right to excuse

the right to absent

the right to abuse

hours passed..

with narrow focus we continue to pursue

that is the purpose to our life..

doesn't matter so long as we are an inch closer to our imagination

when it is over..

we suddenly begin to pay the price which was due as a result of our pursuit

the Money we wanted instead of building that dream went

to the doctor

to the shrink

to the many material demands

to our vices

we realised we are now further away from the dream..

a figment of our narrowed imagination.

holding the things we have in our hands.. our values, our principles, our family, our friends, our community.. our heritage.

we have more than what Money can buy..

we hold our dreams right within our hands

The body has finally gave in to the constant abuse and neglect. During the pursuit, one has forgotten the reason.

suddenly black out .. you are called HOME ..

just like that

just like that ..

its over ...

Imagine at what price are we willing to price in pursuit of the dream..

CMYK

it would seem too obvious..

that red told black..

black watched the red.

what red told to black was not blue

Blue didn't quite appear yellow

but red told black

yellow it would be

it would seem obvious

the yellow is not

blue is neither

what red told black is not

black cannot understand red.

red wouldn't listen

red will just continue to tell black

black wanted to talk too

black has no voice

at this point black realise

black has no voice.

red, blue, yellow and black... CMYK... MCYK... Maybe it Can Yours to taKe...

Making sense

nothing made sense

6 months to plan a wedding ..

the most beautiful gown

a perfect setting

the perfect smile

a ballroom full of guests

with God's blessing

we set off to fulfill the vows.

we start off with a bed, and we build a house

to fill it with little voices, to fill the emptiness within the hearts

but there was no reflection

no one but ourselves

we are not perfect

we are not

now we have no party

no guest would turn up

no celebration except our own

no one but ourselves..

Now we are one

Making sense..

don't just leave me alone

a lonely man.
a misunderstood man.
a man obsessed in perfecting his craft.
A life devoted to his art perhaps the one thing he knew he couldn't be wrong.
Million even billions followed him.. yet is there one who would stand up to say he/she truly knew him?
a mutated super human.. for sheer entertainment purpose
for our entertainment we admired him, idolised him as much as scrutinised, persecuted and humiliated.
50years on earth... yet he bore a distorted view of life, beauty and what love is
As he was hidden behind his talents and gifts, he thought without it no one would love him
he changed himself so that he can be Perfect for himself.
Perfection was what he gave in his craft..
I have the good fortune to witness this perfection.
I was fascinated by him, in awe of him, in love with him once..

I waited for him to come back..
I never believed what they said about him...
but I never understood who he is..
He was too big for me... I didn't had a chance to say I saw him performed Live in this lifetime..
His legacy lives... and today I will say Michael Jackson... Thank you.
You have given your all...

end days

Dear God.

am i blessed to be present during the end days..

where once again we have forgotten you.

where we worshipped so many before you

have you harvested and said time have come for judgements

have you stop blessing us with children as you know there are not much left to offer

have we forgotten the sanctity of holy union

have we decide the write our commandments

God my sky is blurry but the sun is beautifully filtered

God the plague of diseases is travelling, they are at my backyard

God I feel your hands moving me, moulding and carving me into a warrior

God have you forgotten to armour me with courage

cos I fear and tremble

I ask ... Dear God be merciful.

(in Jesus name i pray Amen)