El Meon Klahiko

I Wrote What I Write, I Write What I Like – With A Jeng!

OK fine la 26 January, 2011

Filed under: Poemjeng — meonjeng @ 2:35 am

ok fine la, ada time tu ko memang agak kelakar
tu pun ada gak sekali sekala rasa nak penampar
bile orang kasik attention mula la lebih2
abis ko gelak sampai hingus meleleh

ko konon cool la – lepak, rilek
tapi actually agak cam pantek
kelam kabut campur huru hara entah ke mana
sembang kemain tapi haram menggelabah gila

tolong la jangan perasan ko tu power
padehal org just layan ko je sebenarnya
walaupun kawan-kawan ko saje amik hati
tapi dalam hati diorang rasa nak bunuh diri

memang best la lepak ngan ko kadang-kadang
tapi bagi muka sket, ko tu macam mintak penerajang
sekejap je la, pastu dah start ko jadik menggelupur
lama-lama lepak org pun bole jadi sakit hati doh

ok fine la, ko rasa ko suwit, friendly dan agak charming
aku bole setuju, walau actually lebih kepada annoying
so, relax la beb, cuba ko try chill sket
baru la tak banyak sgt  isu berbangkit

ko tu memang muka tak malu
tolongla jangan buat tak tahu

sebab ko tu, sebenarnya aku

 

Flame-War 19 January, 2011

Filed under: Poemjeng — meonjeng @ 4:36 pm

the sultry schizophrenic form
of a paltry psychedelic norm
the stark forward plays
of dark sick word plays

if we scrutinize the tell-tale lies
& try to read between the lines
we might get a peek
if we care enough to seek
a beautifully deep message
or just another empty page

& sometimes,

oh verily some of the sum of our times,
a system is of the people: a people’s system

and be that as it may,

does you+her+him+them but not me make up the people
& the system is a cistern to discern our concern
a dull lulllaby of semiconducting treason
of piety’s pity when reconstructing freedom’s principle

do no limits equals
true freedom
or is true freedom
limiting yourself

and never is
a word
i shall never ever
say

 

Don’t drown your woes

Filed under: Poemjeng — meonjeng @ 4:00 pm

these nefarious bridges, upon which we staggeringly cross
hanging upon unknown precipices of fears’ dark cliffs
free your glass ceilings from crystal tears of feeling lost
your past is your’s – but share, if you will, your griefs