You confused child.
All along in thy shoes, style.
What I see, it proves the wild
- a dark spacious room full of missing clues and the air is mild.
Engulfed and overwhelmed by action,
with weakness you roof and shell only half a basin.
A fine yacht, aloof, yet propel without a captain.
..You allude and impel something that will never happen.
Left alone the incomplete
clean and empty..
silent with not a single beat.
no dust. just empty.
Friday 14 August 2009
Sunday 19 July 2009
Want
I suggest you all know about it
it derives you hazy with lazy outcomes
what is endless is shady, then, it wont be fun
promise me, my lady that this only has begun
and spun
around twisted form a maggot and lifted
now you awake vast horizon tilted
Filtered by a catastrophe
but heaven and hell is quilted
You will hear yells that sings
and bells that will not bring
dinner in the morning
so I promise you, my lady
this is only the beginning
of a beautiful silk shrinking
fading colours, not thinking
intentional pouts making the noise go loud
LOUD! LOUD! LOUD! LOUD!
and yet, no one is proud.
it derives you hazy with lazy outcomes
what is endless is shady, then, it wont be fun
promise me, my lady that this only has begun
and spun
around twisted form a maggot and lifted
now you awake vast horizon tilted
Filtered by a catastrophe
but heaven and hell is quilted
You will hear yells that sings
and bells that will not bring
dinner in the morning
so I promise you, my lady
this is only the beginning
of a beautiful silk shrinking
fading colours, not thinking
intentional pouts making the noise go loud
LOUD! LOUD! LOUD! LOUD!
and yet, no one is proud.
Wednesday 8 July 2009
Fools
You fool.
You reject what most I give.
and act like you'll live
through what you'll forgive.
You are such a fool.
Outside you cool.
But still your such a fool.
You fool.
Treat me like tool.
Who is the fool?
You reject what most I give.
and act like you'll live
through what you'll forgive.
You are such a fool.
Outside you cool.
But still your such a fool.
You fool.
Treat me like tool.
Who is the fool?
Thursday 11 June 2009
Saturday 30 May 2009
cermin
aku bertanya,
kepada diriku
juga kepada teman-temanku yang pria maupun wanita
apalah aku?
aku adalah apa?
aku adalah sampah
rongsokan sia-sia
tidak merasakan senang, hanyalah duka
tidak mempunyai cita-cita
tidak ada rasa ingin mencinta
dan aku tidak berdoa
dan aku tidak mensyukuri
apa yang telah Kau beri
apa yang Kau punya penuh warna
apa yang aku dapat hanyalah dusta
akan tetapi aku tidak akan pergi
karena sekali lagi,
aku adalah sampah
rongsokan sia-sia
tidak merasakan senang, hanyalah duka
tidak mempunyai cita-cita
tidak ada rasa ingin mencinta
dan aku tidak berdoa
kepada diriku
juga kepada teman-temanku yang pria maupun wanita
apalah aku?
aku adalah apa?
aku adalah sampah
rongsokan sia-sia
tidak merasakan senang, hanyalah duka
tidak mempunyai cita-cita
tidak ada rasa ingin mencinta
dan aku tidak berdoa
dan aku tidak mensyukuri
apa yang telah Kau beri
apa yang Kau punya penuh warna
apa yang aku dapat hanyalah dusta
akan tetapi aku tidak akan pergi
karena sekali lagi,
aku adalah sampah
rongsokan sia-sia
tidak merasakan senang, hanyalah duka
tidak mempunyai cita-cita
tidak ada rasa ingin mencinta
dan aku tidak berdoa
Monday 4 May 2009
Friend was a pleasure seeker
A:
friend,
let us jump off the highest building in this city
I know its only seven stories high
but I'm somewhat curious, you see
to be one with air,
where all of the muscles in our body is rested
and not keeping fellow bones balanced and still
Just relaxed, no tension
B:
friend,
I do not see how you share your laughter
experience is paramount, but life is precious
although we face the inconspicuous
what is self's best, still is self's best
and our teacher would not leave us to die unrelentlessly
A:
friend..
why mention death?
should you understand future happenings?
my impulsive manner is adventurous
and as is served, pleasure is seeking
Great pleasure awaits to seek I
B:
friend...
I dare not barrier you from your ambitious arrogance
seven stories high draws a big step below
so for you, I Pray sweet elegance
with blessings pulling you seven stories up
but I shall never be forgotten
friend,
let us jump off the highest building in this city
I know its only seven stories high
but I'm somewhat curious, you see
to be one with air,
where all of the muscles in our body is rested
and not keeping fellow bones balanced and still
Just relaxed, no tension
B:
friend,
I do not see how you share your laughter
experience is paramount, but life is precious
although we face the inconspicuous
what is self's best, still is self's best
and our teacher would not leave us to die unrelentlessly
A:
friend..
why mention death?
should you understand future happenings?
my impulsive manner is adventurous
and as is served, pleasure is seeking
Great pleasure awaits to seek I
B:
friend...
I dare not barrier you from your ambitious arrogance
seven stories high draws a big step below
so for you, I Pray sweet elegance
with blessings pulling you seven stories up
but I shall never be forgotten
Monday 20 April 2009
drop dead delusions
hurricane.
we were on a plane
just yesterday now i precipitate
without a parachute
where are you?
displaces me insane
make yourself a cupcake
colourful and cunning
eat what you think is cloying
then toss away what is only sweet
leave it to become moldy
forced I am to eat it all up
and swallow it down slowly
when your alone
driven by ego
agitated like a half-covered face emo
I, only a shoulder
of an unresistable seduction
run me over like a boulder
now you drive your own car
red, shiny, fancy, flawless, ferocious
and I'm a gypsy
sleep out in the cold
begging for a grant of unconditional wisdom
fucking politics.
yes, i'm your sensitive fanatic
used only as a facility
I can believe
I must believe
the purest form of perfect imperfection
like Dadaism
a disgusting, disturbing, degrading piece of art
a bundle of precious time
becomes a fucking parody
becomes a waste polluting our blue sea
becomes acid killing all
becomes a dead, what before was alive
dead. deceased. done.
we were on a plane
just yesterday now i precipitate
without a parachute
where are you?
displaces me insane
make yourself a cupcake
colourful and cunning
eat what you think is cloying
then toss away what is only sweet
leave it to become moldy
forced I am to eat it all up
and swallow it down slowly
when your alone
driven by ego
agitated like a half-covered face emo
I, only a shoulder
of an unresistable seduction
run me over like a boulder
now you drive your own car
red, shiny, fancy, flawless, ferocious
and I'm a gypsy
sleep out in the cold
begging for a grant of unconditional wisdom
fucking politics.
yes, i'm your sensitive fanatic
used only as a facility
I can believe
I must believe
the purest form of perfect imperfection
like Dadaism
a disgusting, disturbing, degrading piece of art
a bundle of precious time
becomes a fucking parody
becomes a waste polluting our blue sea
becomes acid killing all
becomes a dead, what before was alive
dead. deceased. done.
Friday 27 March 2009
keep in touch
because I love you so much
no. that weak sentence is such
another tumbled loop
like a tree, the roots
grasp and clench the earth
paralysed and accepting
appreciating the air of youth
and with colours on your shirt
jaunt me in a ferris wheel of truth
only touching the surface of what I have for you
hum the notes of peace and love
over the dunes of our ego and lust
must water be wet
and heat drinks it dry
every laughter are not white lies
by the minute it dies
by the moments it survives
as my sun keeps me high
and my eyes keeps an eye
on every destined sunrise
rest upon the journey of time
when direct dents mends by sunset
must water be wet and the evening is set
flow..
patience are kept still and observed
the words so true, yet unspoken and unheard
what is merely for you
everyday I cherish and feel
nevertheless I'm forced to conceal
and not reveal
the selfish reel made from steel
although it might pass
I yearn it to last
if I may ask,
what is behind your big mask?
I guess, though never can I believe in my answers
it leaves me confused, in a bad weather
wishing that I know you better
no. that weak sentence is such
another tumbled loop
like a tree, the roots
grasp and clench the earth
paralysed and accepting
appreciating the air of youth
and with colours on your shirt
jaunt me in a ferris wheel of truth
only touching the surface of what I have for you
hum the notes of peace and love
over the dunes of our ego and lust
must water be wet
and heat drinks it dry
every laughter are not white lies
by the minute it dies
by the moments it survives
as my sun keeps me high
and my eyes keeps an eye
on every destined sunrise
rest upon the journey of time
when direct dents mends by sunset
must water be wet and the evening is set
flow..
patience are kept still and observed
the words so true, yet unspoken and unheard
what is merely for you
everyday I cherish and feel
nevertheless I'm forced to conceal
and not reveal
the selfish reel made from steel
although it might pass
I yearn it to last
if I may ask,
what is behind your big mask?
I guess, though never can I believe in my answers
it leaves me confused, in a bad weather
wishing that I know you better
Tuesday 10 March 2009
No title
Conventional past is extinct
what all of us always wanted
some which are never done to predict.
Shout. Scream.
Let eyes reply
never knew what freedom brings
for living must not be denied.
Hearing the wind, blowing the trees
seeing all the things, metal and tall buildings
from afar identical with ashes and dust,
we construct our studies to learn
from restrictions we rust.
the feeling of a prolonged freedom
like a rush of excitement
or shall I say endless ejaculation.
Free.
what all of us always wanted
some which are never done to predict.
Shout. Scream.
Let eyes reply
never knew what freedom brings
for living must not be denied.
Hearing the wind, blowing the trees
seeing all the things, metal and tall buildings
from afar identical with ashes and dust,
we construct our studies to learn
from restrictions we rust.
the feeling of a prolonged freedom
like a rush of excitement
or shall I say endless ejaculation.
Free.
no money.
no studies.
no fights.
no hobbies.
no weak.
no power.
no poor,
nor hunger.
no tables.
no plates.
no like.
no hate.
no right.
no race.
no truth.
no fakes.
no cigarettes.
no mess.
no great.
no best.
no stress,
or less.
no enemies.
no friends.
no studies.
no fights.
no hobbies.
no weak.
no power.
no poor,
nor hunger.
no tables.
no plates.
no like.
no hate.
no right.
no race.
no truth.
no fakes.
no cigarettes.
no mess.
no great.
no best.
no stress,
or less.
no enemies.
no friends.
be = freedom.
Friday 20 February 2009
What is down in up man, man? down, man..
once i get up i get down to face/
the miseries of life like the laces/
on my shoes everyday it gets tied up/
and tangled against one another/
One: for example/
I greet my brothers and they all couldnt be bothered/
there aint no consequences to state, my friend/
just say it then/
cuz once u get the confidence, youll laugh at them/
then youll remember when/
how you only want to roll with them/
but ain't no eggs are gonna be rolled today, forget it then/
we live in a world created by the sweat of men/
I shall append, right up to the end cuz it ain't the end/
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10/
counting the days slowly as it fades away/
to another day, slowly, yet to another day/
we visualise the craze in the darkness haze/
we get everyday sometimes early sometimes late/
or get paid with the money that we all hate/
bunch of rubbish talks stops the walks that we wanna make/
I am never gonna eat the food I throw/
cuz I never throw/
opportunities that would help the people so low/
so, what you prayin' for?/
Papa needs to get his garage overflowed?/
get it towed/
dont forget your breakfast cuz youll be riding a goat/
to god knows where maybe here maybe there/
maybe to the kitchen oven when it sparks it flares/
now your sad, wave your hands, act like you just dont care/
cuz you dont care/
neither do I, nobody does/
your successful life dies cuz u think its never enough/
leave back all the dreams of yesterday, its not a must/
for what we know non-living-things is what you share lust/
plus the nasty babes, with thighs and a butt and you go nuts/
just remember when you go bust, you aint got smokes to puff/
leave it to rust. so, what is down in up man, man? down, man../
dont you understand?? Ill make this sedan into a van/
I have the right to say/
all the lyrics that we write today/
relates to money/ like human wont live without their company/
it's sad to see/ that we put our trust into these hipocrits/
who promise us peace/ but actually it's only politics/
Look at them, riding their big cars/
filling their big bellies with big jars/
whilst the rest of us hungry/
we don't deserve their cheap pity/ cuz while theyre being greedy/
they're making themselves a birthplace full of enemies/
so, must I assure you, start making a note/
the more repeated jokes/
the more people you'll provoke.
the miseries of life like the laces/
on my shoes everyday it gets tied up/
and tangled against one another/
One: for example/
I greet my brothers and they all couldnt be bothered/
there aint no consequences to state, my friend/
just say it then/
cuz once u get the confidence, youll laugh at them/
then youll remember when/
how you only want to roll with them/
but ain't no eggs are gonna be rolled today, forget it then/
we live in a world created by the sweat of men/
I shall append, right up to the end cuz it ain't the end/
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10/
counting the days slowly as it fades away/
to another day, slowly, yet to another day/
we visualise the craze in the darkness haze/
we get everyday sometimes early sometimes late/
or get paid with the money that we all hate/
bunch of rubbish talks stops the walks that we wanna make/
I am never gonna eat the food I throw/
cuz I never throw/
opportunities that would help the people so low/
so, what you prayin' for?/
Papa needs to get his garage overflowed?/
get it towed/
dont forget your breakfast cuz youll be riding a goat/
to god knows where maybe here maybe there/
maybe to the kitchen oven when it sparks it flares/
now your sad, wave your hands, act like you just dont care/
cuz you dont care/
neither do I, nobody does/
your successful life dies cuz u think its never enough/
leave back all the dreams of yesterday, its not a must/
for what we know non-living-things is what you share lust/
plus the nasty babes, with thighs and a butt and you go nuts/
just remember when you go bust, you aint got smokes to puff/
leave it to rust. so, what is down in up man, man? down, man../
dont you understand?? Ill make this sedan into a van/
I have the right to say/
all the lyrics that we write today/
relates to money/ like human wont live without their company/
it's sad to see/ that we put our trust into these hipocrits/
who promise us peace/ but actually it's only politics/
Look at them, riding their big cars/
filling their big bellies with big jars/
whilst the rest of us hungry/
we don't deserve their cheap pity/ cuz while theyre being greedy/
they're making themselves a birthplace full of enemies/
so, must I assure you, start making a note/
the more repeated jokes/
the more people you'll provoke.
Hello, darling, I have cheese for sale.
There she is. Standing alone by the giant pillar holding the station up and high. I can see her clearly. I can see her through London's rush hour so easily as if it was spotting an angel in a den of devils. Pure and clear, calm and untouched. There she is. Here I come.
When she had saw me, I got this split-second adrenaline rush throughout my body. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Our eyes are so focused at each other everything else went to a blur and didn't matter. All that mattered then was being close to you. We kept on smilling as if we were speaking with our eyes trading jokes, and how we got on with the day.
Then, I came to a stop. Figuring out what happened made me had no patience.
I look down and saw my foot was tangled in a young fellow's luggage carry. I said sorry, quickly removed my foot and continued walking beserkly swimming against the chaotic waves of the crowd as if they all didn't want me to go near her. I don't know where I'm going. Where is she? Oh no! I lost her! If it wasn't because of that stupid little annoying kid, I'd still be smilling at her feeling heavenly, but bloody blasphemy, now I'm fucking miserable!
Calm down, slow down. She IS still there. I KNOW. How can I find her? Oh! The big pillar! Where's that big pillar? There it is. Let me just tilt my head a bit - the gentlemen in the long black duffle coat with the polished dark brown leather shoes was blocking my sun.
There she is. She had worn a worried face that second as if I was swallowed by the wild sea of people and had gone missing. I was fine. As soon as our eyes met, we smiled and made sure that our eyes were locked onto each other.
I'm only a few steps away from you now. I don't think my eyes are blinking and I'm not sure whether I'm stepping my foot on free space or not, but I sure do know that I'm moving closer towards you. Here I come.
I'm literally 3 steps away from you now. I have forced myself through the busy crowd, however, why does it seemed more harder to walk? I'm 2 steps away from you and I'm feeling wierd. Am I nerveous? Am I too excited? What is this?! I don't care! It doesn't matter because I'm here!
I'm here.
My eyes were paralysed by how good she looked. She never looked this good before! Her eyes had the perfect amount of moisture in them it projected a beautiful glitter that tickled my thoughts. Her hair, long and healthy - layers of black shiny ribbons folding and letting itslef go carelessly on to the grey striped blazer she was wearing. I held her hips and asked her 'how are you?'. She said she was fine. A fraction of my body eased by hearing the wonderful news she had brought with her. I hugged her.
Then, once again, I rediscovered tranquility.
When she had saw me, I got this split-second adrenaline rush throughout my body. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Our eyes are so focused at each other everything else went to a blur and didn't matter. All that mattered then was being close to you. We kept on smilling as if we were speaking with our eyes trading jokes, and how we got on with the day.
Then, I came to a stop. Figuring out what happened made me had no patience.
I look down and saw my foot was tangled in a young fellow's luggage carry. I said sorry, quickly removed my foot and continued walking beserkly swimming against the chaotic waves of the crowd as if they all didn't want me to go near her. I don't know where I'm going. Where is she? Oh no! I lost her! If it wasn't because of that stupid little annoying kid, I'd still be smilling at her feeling heavenly, but bloody blasphemy, now I'm fucking miserable!
Calm down, slow down. She IS still there. I KNOW. How can I find her? Oh! The big pillar! Where's that big pillar? There it is. Let me just tilt my head a bit - the gentlemen in the long black duffle coat with the polished dark brown leather shoes was blocking my sun.
There she is. She had worn a worried face that second as if I was swallowed by the wild sea of people and had gone missing. I was fine. As soon as our eyes met, we smiled and made sure that our eyes were locked onto each other.
I'm only a few steps away from you now. I don't think my eyes are blinking and I'm not sure whether I'm stepping my foot on free space or not, but I sure do know that I'm moving closer towards you. Here I come.
I'm literally 3 steps away from you now. I have forced myself through the busy crowd, however, why does it seemed more harder to walk? I'm 2 steps away from you and I'm feeling wierd. Am I nerveous? Am I too excited? What is this?! I don't care! It doesn't matter because I'm here!
I'm here.
My eyes were paralysed by how good she looked. She never looked this good before! Her eyes had the perfect amount of moisture in them it projected a beautiful glitter that tickled my thoughts. Her hair, long and healthy - layers of black shiny ribbons folding and letting itslef go carelessly on to the grey striped blazer she was wearing. I held her hips and asked her 'how are you?'. She said she was fine. A fraction of my body eased by hearing the wonderful news she had brought with her. I hugged her.
Then, once again, I rediscovered tranquility.
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