I realize
the millions of lil’ valleys in the sand
are imprints made by another man
every lil’ trace has its own place
its echo there even if replaced
tho each step is repeated
each path is emphatically unique
like how each individual is separated
while each is inexorably linked
to tread the track taken infinite times
but never twice done on the same line
is to follow the mark of others’ sign
but ultimately making the journey mine
Through the ever swaying trees
I see the silhouettes of a million leaves
the clearest dark of night’s
illuminated by the impostor’s spark of light
Aren’t we all but refractions of each other
Shining only of luster from another
but for me tis only when we hear our shadow’s overture
will we truly comprehend our own true nature
Colors in the dark*
for want it shan’t bloom
dead without a spark*
forever lost in gloom
*lines courtesy of Shahrin Zen Mohd Yassin (congrats on getting married bro!)
Nigh would I deduce to be brought low as upon this ladder’s rung
Unrequited – Nay! Uninitiated even – for the melody’s too young
Requiem of a sudden soothing song, never even sung
Drowning in a peaceful suffocating sensation
A seething thirst searing to burst in confrontation
Lullaby of chivalric debauchery: bought & sold
Incapacitating bodily yet liberating to the soul
Languishing the bask in midsummer’s enchantment
Aye! tis once again fluttering palpitations I lament
Affronted by giddiness – delusion’s mask for bubbly exuberence
Youth ignorantly dismissed by arrogance of so called experience
Until swayed by the staccatos of mon chérie lé petite
Niched in mine heart, the mellow ego bows in defeat
I dream; only could this be of mine – again, just another once upon a time
“Tell me the price of your love”, said the rabbit of the sea
riding its tricycle, its smile a smirk full of glee
on its left paw, a small silver watch 20 minutes fast
& its right precariously holding a half-full wine glass
“hurry up now”, said the rabbit – “I’m moving along”
“I’m in a rush, always – & anyway your answer will be wrong
for love, truly – to you it does not belong
tis only borrowed of which your heart doth long”
with a cackle & a cough, riding the waves – as tipsy as a Cheshire cat
she left with a gentleman’s bow, & a flourish of her top hat
induksi diplomasi ilusi semata
industri proksi paksi saksi pendusta
maya yang tegar
gaya yang pudar
propaganda berganda negara & dunia
pengarang perundangan perlembagaan
perancang pemesongan pembiasan
kekhilafan bakhilan semu
kelahiran jahilan ilmu
penghalang pembebasan kejujuran
mencerap kancah & rasa kebimbangan
menggarap rencah dan bisa keraguan
pengabaian ide paradoks
penggapaian sela ortodoks
menerapkan penyerakkan pemikiran
Hail yonder
luscious pastures of calamities’ wonder
unite us effervescently together
Miracles forsaken – the sacred plundered
Empty thine mortal shell
Shadows & dust – mere dancing desires proclaimed erudite(s) tries to quell
Truth twisted into a faςade of morality’s charlatan; becoming a politically correct hell
When faith & facts was convened as heresy & sacrilege; into deception’s depths did we fell
Rise against night’s infernal light
Wisdom & sin not given to those who do not fight
For life rests not on death’s theatrical scythe
What you truly believe is what you should hold to be right
when you cross the threshold into the cycle of undulations
seductively lulled by its ebb & flow of wicked red temperance
effortlessly you forgo yourself to drift in its wake
now everyone gets their fair share of trials & tribulations
but what defines us is how we respond to it with our patience
remember, it’s about giving more than what you take
for when a simple glare becomes illicitly explicit
& plain words becomes scathing bladed scythes
when others’ actions counts always as a deficit
& the world becomes nothing but empty ties
you’re abandoning rationale & reason
courteousness & propriety forgotten
then maybe you’d understand
what your way means to a man
to let loose in its tide
it may feel easy & soothing
but do remember one thing
its just not right
it may be a bitch
& stings quite a bit
but that’s what we call life
[28 days of humanity – 7 days of hell ≠ woman]
If only my wounds could bleed tears
that my eyes could stay a dry haven
easily then my scars’d replace my fears
& my emotions I could calmly govern
for when a drop forms in my eyes
when it paints mine in a glisten
a smothering veil of numbness
quickly I turn to a guise of lies
that my shadows may stay hidden
that i wouldn’t spread my weaknesses
how I long to shout my deepest secrets
than to merely whisper it into the winds
barbs that pierce the echo of my essence
a bizarre façade that I readily adopted
the fortress to guard my sins within
docile & placid I wear a mask of silence
Oh how I yearn to learn of a keeper
that would forget & yet remember
a neutral voice of a rousing stranger
not of a judge, jury, or executioner
We cry,
Because our hearts are not dry.
We shed tears,
Because we are human and have fears.
We feel love for beings,
Because that’s what it means to have feelings.
If our hearts we do not break,
How then shall it be opened?
If because fear of failure, risks we do not take,
How then shall we find the One we are destined?
do you at least shed a tear
Impervious & clear
as their dark red ooze
& their home they lose
blasphemous incantations of justice & peace
like empty hollow shells littered on a beach
the promise from powers, like a dark primrose
pretty & pungent & fragile & morose
 | meonjeng on Prosaic Mozaic Path |
 | suerie on Denial |
| suerie on Prosaic Mozaic Path |
 | hdhania on Prosaic Mozaic Path |
| meon on Prosaic Mozaic Path |
 | nasrah on Prosaic Mozaic Path |
 | boddah on Prosaic Mozaic Path |
 | anies on Prosaic Mozaic Path |
