Labyrinth of the Borneo Jungle

Written by C. Rawen

An YB asked me to write a musical for a city and he asked me to follow up with the mayor, but the mayor replied me he knew nothing about it. So my lyrical poems written turned into worst than any rubbish .... these poems emerged from my retreated boxes reminding me of bad memories and impressions of how little I should trust ones' words and promises. I learned most professionals wanted their free services from other "secondary professionals" like me, they think they are the only true professionals who are entitiled to earn money, live their good life, sent their prettiest and handsomost kids to study in Harvard and work later for wallstreets. This incident reminded me that I am just a nobody in others' fathers' eyes but only become a somebody in my own dad's eyes.

The harder we try to find a way out
The deeper obviously we creep in
Everybody says his way is the surest way out
When benighted we silently all give in


We thought it’s just a jungle with monkeys
Everywhere seems to look so lush and greenly
The longer we penetrate ourselves under canopy
The more we get confused honestly


It’s 10th wonder of world that adventurers have missed
The jungle of Borneo in this far exotic east
Labyrinth of ancient Thebes is still a myth
Labyrinth of Borneo’s jungles is not a myth





1999, Miri, Malaysia

A Garden

Written by C. Rawen



A lyric poem with healing power


Orchids, tulips and remnants of cherry blossom welcome

The breezy dawn of a refreshing rainy early spring;

Ever zestful pond anticipates rowdy frogs to come,

O behold! let the earth awaken as cuckoos begin to sing.



Owl and toucan on the branch why are you still gloomy?

Forget not that today is the twelfth day of spring!

Look at the carps silently dance while it's still rainy;

Forget not that cold days are no more here to cling!



A garden under the rain once is my old dreamy painting

Where I tended imaginary fauna and flora to forsake my hurt;

Be gone blues melancholy and by gone ever torturing,

O Arise! a blissful garden full of laughters that burst!



Owl and toucan on the branch what do you try to tell me?

Forget not that today is the twelfth day of spring!

Waking up and out of a canvas, we are no more in fantasy,

Forget not that cold days are no more here to cling!


Feb. 2003 Summer, Auckland, New Zealand

The Country Ride

Written by: C. Rawen



To uncle Dunhill and god brother Wira

In frustration of facing work, life and foxy "PiTy" who played office politics, took a good trip to country side, revive and refresh yourself from the beautiful nature before diverting another undertaking.

Only I dared to "borrow" a good old funny wise uncle from his wife for an afternoon, we treassured his wisdoms and who has through all those ups and downs of life!

A Sunday afternoon for us to treasure while others might waste it for a siesta nap!



Up on the breezy hill with uncle Dunhill and Babira’s smoky exchange

Was that Sunday afternoon encountered merely by chance?

Ever you would recall such a sunny day cruising on the country lanes

Our topic conversed and discussed all in similar frequency range




What a PiTy! Life on another backstreet alley

Happiness wasted on beer by caressed poke belly

What a PiTy! Life on another backstreet daily

Relax by up, up down, down sweating with a China dolly




Not a single worry amazed as it magical touch by a wand

Smart ones would engross happy moment never as it waned

Life is too short to lament in frustrated trance

Look up high, soaring your creativity like Eiffel Tower of France



What a PiTy! Life over darkness in contrary

With three kisses left on a cheek of Dolly, Millie’s or Lily's why so silly

What a PiTy! Life with a mask on that changed unpredictably

Friendships thus faked as similar fates as cats of the backstreet alley




Date: 14.08.2007 Beautiful Oil City late at dusk, post greyish rainy sky after a week of uncomfortably dried and hot weather