:: ikrar ::

Seluas lautan engkau kurniakan...
Segenggam kesetiaan suci bagaikan syurga...
Mendapatkanya tidak semudah ku idamkan…
Muhibah murni meningkati mesra...
Demi janji akan ku curahkan...
Tambahan hayat disentuh cinta...
Tanpa gagal aku nazarkan...
Ikatan kasih ke akhir masa.

:: bona fide ::

Come. Give me your hand.

Allow me to allure you into a world out of the ordinary and beyond the extraordinary.
This shall be a phenomenal journey.
I assure you that this noble invitation is neither to entice nor to seduce,
but to present to you the exotic adventure that lies beyond all gratifications.
Explore my world and open doors to eccentric vibrancy
brimmed with pleasures unequaled to the conventional arrangements.
I shall fashion your fantasies and alter them into reality.
I'll draw in your sketched reveries and paint them with colors of ingenuity.
Thrust me your visions and I shall personally degree them for perfect sight.
Let go of all entities, ideas and dilemmas.
Sit back and unwind your worries into anticipations
for I will ensure pleasures and fulfillments.
What may seem like a play of surreal illusions are essentially the scripts of actualities.
I offer you this journey.
Come walk with me into the vivid illustrious world of ___________________
(fill in the blank).

:: the melancholic outcast ::

The chilling midnight breeze churned its way
through the open shields of my mindfield.

This slow drive home seemed to take forever,
distance unfairly multiplied as I weigh heavy thoughts
with the desired attention I have to give to this arduous trail.
This one-way ticket is bound by its enemy.
Time. It plays hostility.
Random convictions cloud this temperamental disposition.
Will the sun greet me again tomorrow?
It drifts further every time you exhale.

Before any unexpected departure,
randomly I shall add;
that family is bliss, love is hope, friends are treasures.
Be joyous regardless of bad episodes.
Each past educates us by testing the present for lessons in the future.
Let's celebrate liberation and deface contradictions.
Let's glorify supreme excellence and nullify sorrow.
Let's hail fraternity and disregard animosity.

Choose wisely. Live freely. Rage peacefully. Love tenderly.

Such heavy conceptions. Enough of this brief mind-fucking cogitations.

Forgive me.

As I tried to return this lethargy back to its crib,
I was once again back to my sleepless zone.
An overworked mind gives this body the curse of insomnia.
A screwed bodyclock going against all tranquilities.
What needs to be done is the transmission of a .50 caliber.
The cure this mindless malady.
I know some here shares this affection.

But hey, don't judge me.
Those are just temporary places
I've been through yields and triumphs.

2:10am. Rest well, my loves.

Bring along a fucking good dream.

:: pictures ::

This gratification, illusion'd by this perfect surreality,

has totally blinded me from the remains of unfinished reality.
I, benighted far from the exhibition of my sinful amorous nature,
have been tainted black with shades of disrespect and self-acquisitions.
My deliberate ignorance never was an option even for partial assurance,
with too many sketches of misfortunes reciprocated
with coats of forbearance and inflammation on this canvas of artemiscity.
Pardon me for this cruel and colorless, unforgiving portrait.
Please, God.
It is discoloring.
It is no secret that I have laid one too many failed pictures that stains unconditionally.
Let me paint with penance and clarity,
and beautiful permanent pigmentations of
poems, merriments, devotion, sincerity, fidelity and love.

:: the boy ::

the lights went out
his footsteps fade
hung by their collars
they wept in the shade.

the charmed dolls struggle
to escape this fate
they tried and they cried
but the nails won’t wade.

“we’re destined to die,”
and hung their heads low
all but one boy
won’t give in to the gallow.

he twisted and struggled
he pushed and he shook
his collar gave way
from the nail he was hooked.

he fell then he jumped
the rest he must free
when footsteps came closing
to the shadows he flee.

master has chosen
the girl was to part
he lifted a pin
and aimed for her heart.

the boy thought quickly
he then grabbed a pin
into his own hand
he sunk that pin in.

master got pricked
his hand bled a little
that didn’t stop him
and picked another needle.

far in the shadows
the boy picked another
before master could do
the boy pinned his shoulder.

in pain master screamed
he got one more pin
right at her heart
almost sunk it in.

the girl was crying
the boy thought fast and hard
with his final needle
he pierced his own heart.

master then choked
he gave one last yell
and one last grasp
to the floor he fell.

the boy laid there
motionless on his knees
never to be forgotten
for the love that he frees.

:: desire ::

thirteen gregorians left behind

i swam and drowned in sands of time
scarred by splinters of you in my mind
i shall now curse that you be mine.

unborn beings I wish to see
mary to my child I want you to be
my forever whore now you shall be
the queen of my grounds for eternity.

battered by your scent I die for thee
skin so tasteful for more I plea
lusting for you to all I feel
for my hunger shall you be my meal.

surrender myself I shall to you
poison me no less for this I beg you
amongst the perished your slave I will be
tear out my heart to your palms I lay thee.

:: artemiscity ::

the tranquility.

of that comely passionate affair.
winter.
in abeyance for too long.
spring.
the serendipitous inevitability seasons in.
now.
on rested knees.
embracive palms.
a petition.
descend the tempo of time.
until it ceases life.
stop the moon from closure.
to shine with the immortality.
of them hopefuls.

:: artemis ::

'neath this blanket'd waste

slowly regaining my sense of taste
from the burning sun that i ate
the new moon surmounts, i wade.
the virgo offer'd me courage
to take on this fresh sage
sightless, a baker's dozen years
in the dark i shall now rehearse.
requiem of yesterdays and bitter lasts
to feel tomorrow, untouching the past
patience, pregnant with risks and tears
hush love, breathe, release those fears.

:: tales of the infinite undone ::

time has stopped before us

destiny cannot ignore us
questions conclude before us
black befalls upon us...
knots they beg to be untied
pains they plead to be justified
truths they shout to be lied
crimes they scream to be tried...
secrets that fate spoke to me
time is now against me
sins they smile upon me
grief held her hand out to me...
a non master of displace
a master of recoil and grace
pastel sorrows onto my face
void preys all thy embrace...
thou moon goddess lights from heaven
darkest hours somber on eleven
melancholia raises to be graven
God, I plead my sanity to enliven...

:: algebra ::

to not quite see it...
is not of discreet blindness.
to not quite know it...
is not of humane faintness.
to not quite show it...
is not of distinct vagueness.
to not quite say it...
is not of sinful righteous.
to not quite choose it...
is not of self happiness.
to not quite conclude it...
is not of attaining calmness.

as inevitability devours deniability...
indefinability enlivens misfortunes.
as the moirae translate destinies...
serendipity entwines temperaments.
such intricate algebra of two.

:: no free hands ::

staking misprinted lies

staking mismatched ties

a game of faceless dice
a game of shameless vice...
them dealers odd the fish
them dealers roll the wish
let's gamble to scoop the cap
let's gamble to rock and tap...
winners take the fall
winners thrive to pall
losers to leave the table
losers to meet the devil...
them bets are set to toff
them bets are set to doff
dead money for all players
dead money for all runners

whoa... hold all check raise!
an even money wager, you reckon?

:: depth ::

ghostly anguish thoughts musing dangerously

within an almost empty attachment...
time is running out...
patience is an isolation... with limits.

:: entity ::

literal and verbal methaphors

are my depictions of my subjective emotions.

:: ashes ::

weekends. trees. humanity. money. attachments.

nothing lasts in this surreality.
nullity.
my sole companion to immortality.

:: ruminations ::

contradictions...

allegations...
confusions...
decisions...
manifestations...
apparitions...
indentations...
replantations...
misconceptions...
misconstructions...
misinterpretations...
misdescriptions...
delegations...
notifications...
selections...
obligations...

periods, thou least o' possesions...
the calls to multiplying divisions...
the cries for additional subtractions...
benumb o' thee complexions.

this morrow of equanimity...
this morrow of a lion free of ambiguity.

:: rage ::

damn to all transmissions, divisions, misinterpretations, expectations, misconceptions, decisions, ignorance, patience, petulance, tyrants, penance, abeyance & laments.

:: dead pleasure ::

it seems...

when time's been shadow'd
when none's been sorrow'd
when wait's been mellow'd
when mind's been narrow'd
when pride's been swallow'd
when word's been hollow'd
when null's been follow'd
when value's been gallow'd
well... sadly...
then all's been burrow'd.

:: lullaby ::

... so it should end.

there and then.
to let it be.
to let it rest.
to let it evolve.
to let it begone.
to not let it hit you.
to not let it nudge you.
to just let it die.
to treasure that decade.
to be ten years older.
to be much more wiser.
to be much more stronger.
to not let emotions be in control.
to not be too bothered.
to not bear those grudges.
to let people change.
to let in the space.
to just fuck it all.
seriously...
to a decade of decadence...
to a decade of evolution...
to a decade after graduation...
to a decade of politics...
to a decade of misunderstandings...
let's wake up.

:: the gift ::

poets and writers should be thrown behind bars
for their words can commit crime.

poets and writers hurt readers in painful ways
for their words can be lethal.
in many ways possible metaphors should be exiled.
apologies.

:: somnolence ::

zero options

modeless functions
low predicaments
faceless reflections
silent currents
cashless payments
confused laments
spiral garlands
beastly patience
unequal balance
nude pertinence
kill this inference.

:: diversity ::

wide open space

bizarre haunting grace
against all odds, this race
crashing roofs, plead, solace
burn these six, to deface
kill this stench, by peeling mace
vagabond, I was, I stay, this place
palms to knees, brighten this pace.

:: vague lucidity ::

fool enough to almost be it.
blind enough to not quite see it.
real enough to almost feel it.
surreal enough to not quite fake it.
fresh enough to almost bake it.
stale enough to not quite taste it.
torn enough to almost throw it.
long enough to not quite leave it.
tensed enough to almost want it.
weak enough to almost lift it.
lushed enough to almost bloom it.
old enough to not quite grasp it.
soft enough to almost hear it.
loud enough to not quite mute it.
near enough to almost grip it.
far enough to not quite save it.
clear enough to almost charm it.
vague enough to not quite firm it.

:: in black ::

one, two, buckle my shoe...

three, four, shut the door...
consumed ashes burnt by you...
ate the sun to taste no more...
dying burning flames are through...
dust to dust away they soar...

:: burn ::

peered deep in our phase unwound

truth sings to divineless fidelity
thoughts numbed within your cocoon
a moth flutters misprinted serendipity

scriptures of devoid emotions
to me they lay in an open book
virtue is me to mindless moments
to cast myself to you once more
... baitless on a hook

burn and bury me softly in this womb
holding black flowers in a tomb.

:: engage ::

communicate & compromise...

... essentialities in keeping up é bond between two parties in order to make it work for without effective communication and é art of mutual compromising, both shalt end up emotionally distant regardless of their pure significance for one another.

these... i lack.

:: archimedes ::

they say life is a roller-coaster ride...

i say life is an arithmetic problem.

... and i have to solve it & enjoy before naming my tombstone.

:: negate the diptych ::

:: pronunciation: nee-gate the deep-tick ::

ruminations engage nothing but somber mindless moments.
... deprive them before dejection takes in to loss.

:: dead calm ::

choices.

they either bloom with pleasure or misery.
let alone certain choices to be chosen by itself.
i have chosen not to choose between choices.

i chose neutrality.

:: an occult manifestation ::

drifting around this goddamn contemptuous surreal algebraic life all stirred with radical complications, ridiculed uncertain decisions & mind-numbing contemplations...

:: confessions of a dangerous mind ::

subconsciously drifting around a surreal algebraic life.

don't you fuckin' hate algebra?

:: need new strings ::

moments like these when the dread comes in;

interruptions by negative interferences with the absence of a deeper melodic understanding, the circuits in your brain attracting statics of confusion creating a mild impact to your brief insanity, inhaling deep breaths, slothfully trying to achieve the desired tune but knowingly that without a little effort to ease the tension, it creates nothing but a tuneless melody...