A Narration : The Words for he himself

There was a man who was overtly so eager and devoured  to the smell of belligerent  and  to live for the sake of legacy to stand a chance for becoming a world legend, at least for his own country. Dulce Et Decorum Est! Dulce Et Decorum Est! An arrogant whirl of voice is slowly shacking a mind of a child. He had to bend double, walking like an old beggars under the sack of hunger, pride and everlasting peace. Sludge face he was, bitter tears just for “no mercy “ to their on back. No mercy on him. Tired and sleepless soul, they marched all over the others’ dreams. Hang on, it is an universal dream. The boy had lost his boot while marching over the other’s dream. Bare foot and "naked" face are just plain to him. He was thinking only his mother and the unborn child he had with his newly bride.  The dreaming of those imagers seems to be a candy that made him joy and ecstasy. Losing his grasp of strength and  focusing was his unfortunate fate.  The last words he may heard were“ Gas! Gas! Quick Boy, bend your knee lower, you are not die for this. At least not tonight or even today!”


He was just couldn’t resist to move forward with a blurry sight.  He was half suffocated with the GAS of the death. All were Green as in a green sea. He was no longer capable to yell for  help. Even as if he is calling his man next to him. He lost his hoots for his knight in shining armor. Over the flare of the Green Sea,  he gulped down his breath with fatigue, as if he had whiskey on his breath.  I was numb for what I have seen. I couldn’t make a single protest to what was happening in front of me. I couldn’t think straight. It was a shame for me to have all these so called incurable states.  In all of my dreams with my helpless sight, he was plunged he himself to a point that I can see him clearly guttering, choking and drowning with anger, frustration and dying. The jolt of blood came from corrupted lung, slowly kills him and his white eyes blink faster as them could. Man, dying is too much to handle. He died of  the vile of innocent tongues at the same time  he died when he was in the battle of the live. For god’s sake he was only 25!  There he was. He was just a death body that we flung to the wagon of hell. No longer mercy on him yet just a glory  in his right hand. To this, he made he himself as a token of peace and everlasting life, at least to he him self.

To all my friends and children,  War is not something that is  for one hope. Just remember that. It is for a whole world which will be carried over one generation to another. It is not just a remembrance state for every one of us and we celebrate it for with a fake hoot along with irresistible entertainment.  Post War is something that  is colored in blue. It is a day like we are standing in front of a funeral to whom was/were lost in the battle of the glory. We mourned yet we proud of their glory. Without them, we were nothing for today. Let’s share this “everlasting life and peace”. Selamat hari kemerdekaan, people. Say what me mean. Put a true  and humanity sense in each of the words or phrases we carried  while shouting the tag line. An honest weight on it, at least. Re-tell the truth of the state to the next generation so all warriors are not die in the vile of tongues as well as no old lies of  death for the truth of war chaos that  is begotten to the new generation . It should no longer "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"


A tribute to one of my favorite poems- Dulce Et Decorum Est, by Wilfred Owen.

xoxox

Written By: Josh

There is a day when..it is always a day..

 The is a day when someone like “ anyone who wishes to be someone”  really falls in love with what people do in some circumstances. Just take an example, for sure, there is always a day when you might think that you are wrong yet you are definitely right, ironically, at the first place. Who is the lucky person for this imagery?

There is a day, when you are having a tone of candy that it is so vinegary. The taste might be bizarre, yet that is the veracity. No matter how hard it is, there are no short cuts for you to steer clear of it. Face it and walk on it. Who is this then?

There is a day, when a boy is becoming a poet of his life.  He recites his entire story telling about his life journey with different tune of music and beats. The reciting is for he himself! Mind you. Each reciting projects different beats which represents the each journey of life in different peaks and time space. His poems of life may portray Life and death, Romeo and Juliet or Adam and Eve. Just read between the lines then you will know the mood of his story telling. So, who this person will be? At least to you


There is a day, when a man is not taking any road to his life. He seems to be blurry and can’t think straight and picture what he wants to be, what he wishes to be. I bet that it is so dry for him. That’s feeling might not in his menu of life yet does he have any other options? To be exact, a good option? And who this person will be?

There is a day when there where we keen to be provoked to engage with an argument of life and we can resist to avoid it. In fact we are so struggling to stand a chance to win the argument. For marketing, sale and in organization, winning an argument rewards you nothing! It will end up with abhorrence and dissatisfaction at all. Most probably this is something to be treated as “ yewww”. Who this will be?

There is a day, when someone who is playing his fingers and softly articulating his mind thru the connection of the  self conscious  and the “haywire state”  to  bring into being some words that sound simple and lighten up your mind. A very light reading . Who is this? It is me!

As you can see, i spent my weekend to go to a remote area with  a friend of mine, Anna.

We went to Majau area which is under Kapit District, in Sarawak.It is my first time to experience this and it is so darn adventurous journey! Am looking forward  for this and more to come, in future, i hope.

 If you are from X generation, in the era of 80s, then this will be so famous  to you. A snack which can be found around at any shops. All the way down to Majau, i stumbled my self to a mini shop near to a river. Looking at this snack, it makes me drooling. It may not that catchy yet the taste is so Epic! I may sound cliche to you hence, i admit that the taste bud of it really bent me down, bebe! Back to a memory lane of me, it was being sold as 10 cent yet now, after 25 years later it is 20 cent per pack. That is the power of money leveraging, fellas.

Till then,

Have a nice day fellas.
Josh