Prayer Has Three Paths

 

Prayer Has Three Paths

A prayer only walks three ways:
It’s granted fast, like heaven’s embrace,
Or softly paused, held for the perfect day,
Or gently changed, for something far more great.
All is well, here we go —
My steps are firm, my heart aglow.

I wish to graduate fast — or right on time,
Or in three sweet years, still just fine.
Offered a job as a lecturer in Taiwan,
Or researcher, or some bright path beyond.
Become WNT, with a Taiwan ID,
A passport of dreams, a future set free.

A salary — Alhamdulillah — enough to explore,
To travel the world, to buy and restore.
A home of my own, a small field of rice,
A boarding house built, income nice.
A house in Bali, turned hotel or Airbnb,
A stream of passive joy, flowing endlessly.

And that one person — still loves me true,
Moves here, works here, builds life anew.
Or I meet an Arabian one day,
awesome, sexy, smart in every way.
Tall and rich, with a kind, full heart,
Loving me dearly, never to part.

Whatever the answer —
Be it granted, delayed, or sweetly revised,
I believe in the grace where destiny lies.
All is well — not just a rhyme,
But a prayer rising high…
To a future written in heaven’s own time.

Kingmaker’s Throne

 

Kingmaker’s Throne

I built a house of light and pride,
son Indo stands tall worldwide.
A stage of dreams, where men parade,
With strength and poise, their futures made.

They come with fire in hopeful eyes,
To chase the crown, to claim the skies.
I greet them not with gold or fame,
But whispered dreams and promised name.

I promise stars, and they believe,
With every smile that they achieve.
A job, a crown, a path so wide—
Fate dances on the winning side.

The beauty, power, youth they hold,
Each moment crafted, fierce and bold.
And in the night, beneath the stage,
The fire flickers past the age.

Do they adore the man they see?
Or just the gate to victory?
In games of charm and sweet intent,
Who leads the show, who pays the rent?

Empire of Velvet Fire

 

Empire of Velvet Fire

I dreamt of velvet rooms and neon skies,
Where charm and power entwine like vines.
He stands—tall, sculpted, brilliance in his gaze,
A king of beauty, love, and midnight praise.

He holds the keys to shadow and light,
Where silk meets fire in the heart of night.
His lips say "mine," his hands say "yours,"
And wealth like oceans crashes on our shores.

He loves me deep, without disguise,
Beneath chandeliers and starlit sighs.
And in his world, I rise, I reign—
A muse, a flame, unbound by shame.

Together we dance in realms unspoken,
Where rules are bent and vows unbroken.
They work with grace, with fierce delight,
In poses bold, in moonlit might.

Not just a job, but art and game—
Each name a spark, each act a flame.
They earn, they shine, they own the stage,
In every scene, they write the age.

And I, their queen behind the throne,
In silk and gold, I make it known:
This world is ours, no fear, no lie—
We live, we love, we amplify.

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A Dream in Velvet Gold

 

A Dream in Velvet Gold

Marry the keeper of beauty’s bright flame,
The one they all whisper, yet none dare to name.
He’s handsome—like myths carved from fire and stone,
Sexy, commanding, yet sweet to the bone.

Big in his stride, tall like a tree,
Clever with words, yet gentle with me.
Kindness he wears like a finely stitched coat,
With riches that float on a silver-belled boat.

He loves me like stars love the dark of the night,
Like the moon chasing oceans in soft, sacred light.
And when vows are whispered and papers are signed,
The company’s mine—his legacy, mine.

Then I will dance through the halls of delight,
Mingling with boys 'neath chandeliers bright.
Each gaze a promise, each smile a spark,
And I’ll love them all… in the depths and the dark.

A queen in the court of silk and sin,
Where passion is power—and I always win.

11 juli 25 jumat

 

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