Treasure Island

Maxime Rhapsody

(23rd August 1989 / Kuala Lumpur)

Point Blank


Point Blank,
This is the point where I stand,
I take my pledge and i bend breaking it,
Sticking it on my chest,
This is my badge,
Taking my pride embarrassing as my stride,
Put my shame aside,
I carry my blame in a life where I set in flames
I walked this journey twice,

The poetical sentences might not be profound,
The rhythmic rhyme might not even be found
The language might be grammatically error,
The phrase and the verse might be in proper,
Though when i drop the rope in the end,
How many would walk this road once?
I ask you? ....

Lets take a minute of silence,
for all that in pain of need, passion seems to be washed away......

I see you and me
In a mirror of tremor,
For living in an ignorance drowning in bliss,
My suffocation deprives from silent discrimination,
The scars of past seen through the eyes,
Where silent tells a story forgotten even by me,
Where poetry is the infantry marching searching my destiny,

You might label me as anger either fear me as i impose danger from within,
I believe in none,
I stand down to my words,
Listen. Listen. Listen

I Never asked to be this way,
Yet I am the way who I am,
The soldier with his poems,
The child without his precious love,
The father searching for his son,
The Man lost in his mind,
To splash words on to the window,
breaking into pieces, bleeding in grieve, ripping my veins apart into memorial sculpture, a reminder to myself,
Sketching thoughts with blood, a painting of lost hope, when light seems so far away.....

At times when you have none,
When your heart is broken, bruised and lost,
When your shadows betray your consciousnesses,

When it Dawns on you,
Point Blank,
Refill the ink in your pen, light up another cigarette between your thoughts, Ignite your soul like a bomb and arise as the phoenix,

Freedom needs revolution to burn the fuel,
starts from within from sleep to dream
Inspiration is born from the pain that drive each man and woman,
That breathe to give birth and live another day,
Where dreams are made from hopes and prayers,

I cry out loud from the deepest hollow,
Where emotions has no more motions,
when love is pure, this is my passion over anger..
Point Blank
Raising me up..............................
As a child i am....

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 15, 2013

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A tribute to all word artist, a poem on anger and passion

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