I am not perfect human

I am not perfect human
I easy to be tired
Tired with everything that sickening
Tired with behavior of all people
Every person who pretend becomes angel in life me
Sees their behavior!!
Smiles with sword in his behind
That ready stabs me any time when I am careless
And I
I only can look on it is in the distance
Without can do whatever
God
I am tired would these all
I wish to meet your
To submit all my sorrows
I am tired, very tired
Please assist me to be egoist
Like other people
I wish them to know that this thing to hurt
Sometimes I think for to be one person that not involves with everything about them
But this is not me
I only can weep when altogether do not work well
And laughs when moment is required
But it all is lie
Altogether forces me to come up perfection
Do not they have ever thought?
That every thing not happens like the suppose to be
I wish to go away from these all
Not because do not wish to feel pain again
But because I am hateful all of you

Friends

FRIENDS

There’s miracle called friendship
That’s dwells in the heart
You don’t know how it happens
Or when it gets its start
But you know the special life
It always brings
And you realize that friendship
God is most precious gift

It is National friendship week
Friends are very rare jewels indeed
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed
They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they
Always want to open their hearts to us

Show your friends how much you care
Send this to everyone you consider a friend
If it comes back to you, then you will know you have a friend for life
Send disk to everyone whom you consider a friend, even the person who sent this to you
Show your friends how much you appreciate them and what they mean to you

My friends, you are the best friend for me

Naive anf Falsehood in my life

Desolately me, often I feel thing very hurts, although sometime I feel happiness, but the happiness only an imagination or in the mind's eye about all my lives, because I know and sometime I to feel, what a very its the amentia I am in facing this my life. Sometime my life full of laugh, but the laugh makes only distress in life me. And I always prays, prays, and prays, hopefully God gives me someone which can teach me about falsehood, as well as about naive. Naive, because I want to be naïf, as naive as man the always able to experience happiness in living it, and as naive as happiness in our nature together. Falsehood, that I cannot show my pain taste to people who at around me, that I can lie in laugh above my own grief. Although now I know if I to suffer, and I feel my ill will, but I wish always happy, I wish always peace, balmy, and peace. And my life wants to be family which sakinah, mawadah, and warohmah.
Like this my life, but my heart so after suffering.

My Puisi

First Love

All my ways she wove of light,
Wove them all alive,
Made them warm and beauty bright...
So the trembling ambient air
Clothes the golden water where
The pearl fishers dive.

When she wept and begged a kiss
Very close I'd hold her,
And I know so well in this
Fine fierce joy of memory
She was very young like me
Though half an aeon older.

Once she kissed me very long,
Tiptoed out the door,
Left me, took her light along,
Faded as a music fades...
Then I saw the changing shades,
Color-blind no more



























So If You Love Me

So if you love me you will tolerant
Be of the nature that is with me sent.
I cannot be a different thing although
For your sake, to win you, I would grow
Wings and shed thorns,
Be weed, or newly born,
Anything so to please you,
But I'm myself and cannot ease you.
Come kindly to me then, forgiveness use,
Do not heap on my patent-wrongs abuse,
For your sake I'd be different but am not,
For your sake I'd have other needs forgot,
But I am one
And they are of the sum
Of me, and will not set me free
From my desires, which still follow me.
Oh choose, and choose me wholly, so we be
All of imperfectness, but summary.
Be sum, no fraction, though a fraction may
Marvelous wonder easily convey,
Yet it's but part
And may not be the heart,
The whole is all of us, if we use not
All strata, love's geology's forgot.