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The Stones

there is a spaceship in my head

packed with a suitcase in my brain

the decor seem nice

tiled with milk bottles at the corridor

anytime should you visit

there's a spare room in my left membrane

the last time there was company

it disappear because of my goldfish memory

sometime it's never quite what it seem

like random forms of cloud contorting make believe

Special needs

Waiting drives me crazy
It feels like a million maybes
In the company of random thoughts
Counting daydreams
And collecting things in a pot
Each morning, is my optimistic start
When the sun invades my window pane
I sit up and continue my art
Patience has been the order of the game
Waiting for the means to come out to play

Leaving for nowhere

Packed all my cares away
I'm leaving for nowhere
And my intention is not to stay
back at the same place I once started
Sometime it feels like I am only visiting
Yet at times it feel like I never left
The time are a changing
Nevermind the empty pockets
For the best things in life are free
All in a days work my old friend
Let's see how this life plays out at the end

if a house was dreaming

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You're mine Good feeling

Is this a sign of good things to come
Clear blue skies
The smell of blueberry pancakes in the morning
The promise of happy days
Watch me as I shade my skin
toss my Mondays
And change my point of view
To walk the extra mile that will make you proud

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912

i keep you to myself

like a secret i will never tell

never mind the noise outside the hall

just focus on the promise i've written on the bedroom floor

confidence in you

builds confidence in me

nobody needs to know

this is where we meet

Pay to Play

each sip takes you to a different plateau

you knock down a few more and you feel invincible

lubricated at the joints

your smile gets wider

everyone in the room don't matter

your conversations with the neighbor gets louder

this good feeling stays for awhile

suddenly you are on cloud nine

when you are surrounded by cheers

then it will hit you like a pocket rocket

the thumbing beat seems muffled

the lights starts to blur

your march goes off sync

your eyes fail you and you start to blink

the rumble in the jungle start in your tummy

you feel like your body is gonna get unlucky

and then you close your eyes

& all is forgotten

till the next morning

where the bad taste in your mouth comes alive

Natural Born Beauty

beauty dishes a life of misery

attracting all kinds of flies with negative chemistry

tainted as an icon of desire and aristocracy

we often omit the sad tales of a natural born beauty

the next time you come across someone beautiful

notice if beauty is a momentary asset

or just a self-destructive tool?

the era of the cynical man

if time were to be kind

the truth of my sleepless night will soon come to life

and if patience taught me well

good things come to those who wait and time will only tell

maybe it's the company around me that i keep

that creates a vacuum of questions that are incomplete

just like a friend that still feels like a stranger in the end

i can't help but wonder

do we live in the era of the cynical man

Sleepless Tiger Grumpy Dragon

does your voice communicate who you are
does your color make you some kind of a superstar
does your wit give you character
does your character make you go far
does your accent make others sit up and listen
does your body feels like something is missing
does your time understand it's purpose
does your mind wander if it's useless

in twilight hours, that's all i've left
at rest, my jogging mind tries to analyze this mess

if the walls could speak

all my walls come alive at night
delivering little tales that speaks about their tenants inside
the wall on the right is on the phone
whispering sweet nothings to his lover
while conversing in a high pitch tone
the wall on the left creeps a scent of a 1000 cigarettes
while the one below smell like they have been frying omelette
the cheeky one lives above
moving furniture in rhythmic patterns
they really gets on my nerve

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Sunday

Staring at yesterday, today & tomorrow all in the same room

makes the day feel like we are all rotating in the same womb

taking one nap after the other seem to be the order of the day

waiting for night to come so that the summer heat will pass away

each meal time indicates that the day has progressed

while i occupy myself with something that doesn't involve any finesse

at moments like this i wish i learn to live again

at moments like this you could never find a friend

So you sit around

and watch the wheel of commotion

spin tales of entertaining emotions

from an idiot box called the television

hours and hours of couching

patronizing this ideal of passing time should be a sin

dim the lights down low

get ready to close your mind

because the day is over

so give yourself to the night

Lies Are Forever

failure to trust

ignites the crazy in all of us

engineered to disappoint

is what builds a void

that paralyses logic

turning white magic into black tragic

maybe we were put here to fail

to hurt one another till we turn blue and pale

or maybe we're just not at all reliable

because the rules of this game is made impossible

Couch Master

couch all day

and sleep deprived

switch on the record player

unwind the memories that survived

gripping on to familiarity

as i toss and turn

while an image of me in the welfare line

becomes everyone's concern

casually

my brain becomes the casualty

transmitting synapses of negativity

to every part of my body

the better animal in me

just wants to get by

but my exterior self

wants modern days comforts by his side

a common irony in everybody

where your ideals never meet your reality

The end, Started This Conversation

The end, starts with 

answering a question with another question

all the answers are unspoken

decoded by physical instinct & mannerism

each movement gestures a suggestion

while the rhetorical questions sets the stage of engagement

like a dance, each step plays out your intention

creating a pattern of emotional sensation

which gravitates to a decision

at the beginning when you started this conversation

The Show Must Go On

it's plain to see 

sometimes, my whispering androids

of paranoia gets the best of me

driving myself to know my myojos from my maggies

while convincing the sullen critic inside of me

that somethings are better off if you just let it be

take away the porcelain bubble of society

loosen those great expectations done for the movies

tighten your hustle

and always be ready for life's tussles

so come tomorrow

i'll be selling my memories

at noon outside the pharmacy

for just shillings & pennies

by sun down

i'll be a clean slate

ready to take charge of time

and to whatever life articulates

Delivering Happy Endings

A lesson learnt

when the dust settles

goodness stand valiant

from the carnage of evil

the curtains fall to the ground

taking stock of yet the end of an era

leaving us with the notion

of a potion of everlasting happy endings

Is that a practical vernacular

or just Hollywood's fabrication of a feel good factor

for this world never seems to run out of tragic stories

each time you hear the words I am sorry...

Another one bites the dust

cries the rat in a cage

serving downers for breakfast

suddenly made sense in a day

Or at least, this is what I think

happy ending are made of these days

Numb

i am the great pretender

that knows no pain

don't need no belongings

and don't play no games

spinning myself dizzy

setting my captives free 

undressing my inhibitions

stripped from this misery

dancing by myself

feeling all fidgety

the midnight din in my head

is causing a denial 

and serving hypocrisy

through the night

through the great divide

through space and time

there i lied 

numb with nothing inside

We Believe

time made me realize

that there is always a reason for seasons

it may seem harsh that nothing matters

even to a point that rain pours onto your shoulder 

at wits end is where clarity works best

what works and what doesn't

often reveals itself naturally at times like that

In some form of  silent understanding

you materialize the reason

juggling logic over emotions

one of life's best sessions

Calling Occupants...

like the shades of grey

that makes up the shadows of what some might say

is the source of pure isolation

without any interaction

one just builds an ideology of acceptance

base on logical and experimentation

the days become weeks

the habits turn to routines

soon there is no need to belong

 

what was once hope

turned into willfulness

what was once constant

became irrelevant

disregarding the world that belong

reconfiguring the comforts your were once fond of

sentimentalism ruled over sensations

the surroundings soon grew moulds of sameness

that create a mundane taste in the mouth

never mind the logic

for there is none to quantify

the remedy is acceptance

that requires some form of patience

Happiness in possessions

peer into the magic ball

tell the good folks what do you see

a singular happy ending

like Hollywood's fabrications of what's meant to be

build your hopes till it touches the evening sky

create the biggest materialistic beast of our time

fall in love with your own possessions

compare it with your neighbor and see who's got a bigger obsession

there is a happiness sale down the street

we should get a few of those because their usually quite CHEAP.

I'm on a plain...

the day is plain

no chores

no sense of time

counting the hours

bored out of my mind

the day is still

no rush

no drive at all

just the glare of the beating sun

that tires my eyes

there's nothing out there

for the day says goodbye

like monotony in patterns

there is no point to these rhymes

2AM eternal

the noise of worries drowns my sleep

at 2am in the morning

from the minute i turn off the lights 

to the time I shut my eyes

uneasy with the fact that you are somewhere out there

paranoid that you are in another country & it's dark & late

and i'm not there

I am no longer that watch tower

yet I still feel the attachment

that binds & twines endless knots

that time somehow forgot...

an aged old weaponry

jealousy weighs a tone

an aged old weaponry

more destructive than guns

designed to cause disillusion

devouring your soul

starting from your emotions

inch by inch it strips you apart

until dusk tabs you on the shoulder

to participate in the long awaited march

Benefits With Friends

stranger than fiction

more precious than gold

an age old tale of platonic friendship

lost beyond control

leaving a stale after taste

made up of yesterday chemistry

one by one they crumble

resulting in messy fumbles

Meanwhile in the real world

let me enjoy my twisted world of 

disappointments and momentary 

trivia of giving and living

Is it true

where do drifters go

i wonder if they ever know

that dreaming has no limits

if you take rumors and 

turn them into lullabies

would you then be able to 

see through my eyes

your words just left me in the crowd

standing with a manic sensation

while you cried eyes of bourbon

can harmony be restored

in the spaces between 

your gates and my front door

somewhat plain to see

a simple decision not up to me

What Use To Be

collecting memories

just seem like a chore

having company

can sometime turn into a bore

optimism is my happy days

keeping busy makes the darkness go away

yet i see through everyone perfect smile

you are no star to guide me anyway

while this densely lit tune still plays in my head

each melody turns us into strangers like in those 

conversations we once made

i am still here

crossing styles and still 

walking this extra rainbow miles

but i don't plan to stay

as when the darkness blinds my shadow

I'll be on my way

Design for Smiles

i saw it with my own eye

the best creation called life

made up of an adorable smiles

and a cuddle that feels warm for miles

an eight week old wonder

that lights up your day the minute you see her

this creation is the perfect invention

that I've so far experienced