Poetry

A closet poet at heart, although not a lot of people know this because it's so personal. Favourite medium is a traditional typewriter because the sound it made is music to my ears. The following are some samples of the written words, mostly a product of reflection, trying to make sense of love, and the world around.

Hose it down

Get into my head to hose it down

Stores are closing

Whores are dining

Kids are home watching prime time television

Watching the puppet making his speech

Bad rhetoric leaking from his behind

We burn from anxiety while

They keep walking with the blind

Get into my head to hose it down

The dreams are lucid 

We remain delusional

With the idea of perfection

He lies and perform his role

We smile and nod as if we know

The robots are set to make you believe

That your head is owned.

Good enough

Good enough we don’t know

We have done everything we are supposed to 

Who is the fool?

The man with no dreams or

The dreamer without presence ?

Loosing voice

Voices will not exist without breath

Breath empowered by the illusions from one’s mind

Mind cannot function without your eyes

Because beauty can lie

Deception is the new truth

Consumerism the new religion

Weekends spent spending, eating, watching and drinking

We worship the products suggested by dictators of capitalism

We knew, but continue to consume, without conscience

Voices will not exist without you

You who watched the world go by 

Routinely function like a clockwork

Possessed by the idea of “things”, youth and beauty

Money is the new love

Give them some and you will never be lonely

We are all loosing our voice, let the fingers do the talking.

Bumi

Gemetar rasanya bilaku membelai ukiran 

Suaramu di alam permainan ini

Rindu tak terkata, tangisan tanpa air mata

Sadar .. Yang aku mungkin bukan yang engkau inginkan

Kaki ku tak ingin memijak bumi bila bersamamu disini

Rumah ku