SEPTEMBER is one of Desi's fave months, the other being May. POets wax most lyrical for the whole 31 days in May, Desi included; but in September, there are important days to remember, especially my son Leonard's birthday, coinciding in past six years with an infamous event of September 11. And some momentous events that led to the birth of a new political party and a determined quest for reformation...IT'S TIME FOR CHANGE!
But to Desi, September 1 always dawns with a happy tune to the strains of
"Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow," from the musical The Fantastiks.
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow.
Desi's September Resolution
So for the sext SE7EN days (Hey, 7 is my fave number, remember? Try-lah!...) , Desi will focus on postitive, empathetic and uplifting people and events -- Avoid those negative vibrators which are those personalities you know are going to send out bad vibes whenever they open their mouths, spoiling your morn and evening, even the next day..
Life's roller-coaster will ensure every individual will go to peaks of ecstasy as well of calm and placid plateaus and plunge deep into bottomless pits of depression.
Just as the sun will rise to follow the ebb of moonlight, the warm sunnshine will light up even the most darkest corners of the past night.
And In always enjoy September rains. They are showers of blessings -- Mother Nature's scented baths but for man's polluting ways! -- to wash away human sins and wanton destruction of the environs.
But even the most blesssed people would encounter stormy weather, and like a ship tossed on the high seas, one needs a good pilot in life's life to steer to calmer waters.
But rest assured always calm will come after a storm. There is great likelihood one will see a rainbow on the horizon after a cool shower, as the sun's rays get caught in the lingering rain drops in the air, giving a magical moment before night falls to envelop Man's fallibilities and failures in the dark dungeons of those stricken minds lost in darkness, who pollute, who corrupt everything they sight, everything they touch, and most dangerous of damned all, everything they grab.
For Desi, just sharing with my EsteemedReaders who were no really in celebratory Merdeka mood yesterday:
So even if dark clouds loom, try to sing a song of lifting.
So even when the leaders clown themselves, laugh at them.
So even when they fail us, we'll do our best and overcome.
Soon it will be Budget Day.
I'll carefully Budget MY CITIZEN's TRUST.
No ringgit and sen involved.
Just childlike and common sense.
Able to see through Emperors who wear transparent clothes.
Able to catch the stones they fling from glass mansions, for
to aid David's slings when the time is right.
Will citizen commoners like YOU
and humbleMee get to taste
a morsel of the National Oil Corporation's booming profits?
Will a caring Prime Minister see through he clouds of
communal politics and UMNO-centric blinds
To Gift the low-income groups
perhaps a surprise bonus from Petronas's funds?
I won't hold my breath you see
They are building more "small" houses for MPs
and SAs -- even Closing One Eye to the daylight
Robbery, Baronry and Oligarchic
and NegaraKu's most greatest Irony
Of mansions towering over squatter houses and huts
They call such palatial residences "small houses".
Therefore to September my wishes are:
For cool clean showers
Kiss my body, cool my tongue
Springtime flowers
Greet with generous smiles
Temper man's tempers most vile
Making upright heavy shoulders
That innocent children's eyes can still wonder
At Nature's streaming blooms and misty veil of colours
Descending on creatures big and small
They don't bother if you're short or tall
But if you do not make foul the air
Your two fairy feet would surely dance in pair
Just as I see a September Child
Born to love, give and yet, should sigh
Cos the adults don't respond as a child
With a gifted hand, and a face sweet and mild
Go, go you silly Politikus
Away, away to your messy Land
Let us be as Nature lets things be for just today
Let me kiss the last strains of September
In the still of the night, we still remember
Mum's like a sublime night's bosom caress may
(c) YLChong 1 September 2007
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Finaly, to borrow something' nice,
to all myGOoDfriends out hear:
Belinda Carlisle Lyrics
Song: Remember September
I can see you when the rains come
In a flood of memory
And I go back
To that place where love was new
To those days of me and you
We thought would never end...
Remember September
And the promise of love we made
Believing forever
Nothing in this world would ever change
Everything we felt would stay the same...
Can you see me like you once did
Can I touch you like before
'cos I need you
Even more than I did then
Put your kisses on my skin
Forever in my soul...
Remember September
And the promise of love we made
Believing forever
Nothing in this world would ever change
Everything we felt would stay the same
Ooh my love...
I still want you...
Ooh my love...
Remember September
And the promise of love we made
Believing forever
Nothing in this world would ever change
Everything we felt would stay the same...
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