ignorance is

this light coming out from my tongue
sprinkling bright piercing through my saliva
glistening and crowding away from the dead skin
Of a face that used to be a half person

variables, that's the technique employed
when an identity is asked upon

nanowrimo

Write away super hay

pop

Write away super hay

the more you talk the more it sounds the same..pop, the bubble burst again

roll

the chaos, of giving your best but not being good enough. Of being accused as the masterminder of a petty crime, walking with disgust to the police station, halfly remembered the registration number. Of forgetting the group of persons who without prejudice helped you stand on your feet, getting out the first aid kit trying to calm you down. the bittersweet experience of hanging out night after night at the park. different sorts of personality with one common goal, either sex or money, intertwining elements that gets people going. words do give impact to any situation, they cajoles, attracts and binds others into doing unbelievable things. I'm faltering, i'm the leaning statue of buddha. of having a lean face and a lean personality. Backing inwards, i'm lost in myself, my stoic approach did not gets to the flying colour results I was hoping. Change is inevitable, hold me to your deeper bone, let me hear it cracks open away out of your chest. Let the birds of prey fly away from your ribcage, the pain would lasts you longer, the pain would toughen you up. Never die when you allowed yourself to live. Stacking of emotions, welling of tears, blurred visions, strong sensation slowly protruding the nose. what is your worth to yourself? where can i find the worth weighing machine. Alice doesnt live here anymore, Lucy is not in the sky with diamonds, Calm is a fiction. This mind works in different directions and wouldnt want to act straight.

How i hate staring at a blank page

Write away super hay

Typing while holding your keyboard on air, with one leg up and the sensation of passing air constantly becomes pleasurable. Sleeping without your clothes on, a hidden sign of exhibitionism. Smoking away your consciousness, blanking out your problems with anti-acknowledgement devices. To whom would you run to again and again. Dream is your remedy.

Write away super hay

hey monkey with the orange shirt, slow down, slow down, you're not ahead or behind
unceasingly ruddy with altruism. Convulsed winnowed temperamental psyche. Through what life could a tranny lead her life. Going to the park again, selling your used goods again. Sitting down, starry eyes, whistling loudly inside your heart, cheap thrill, sexless. And so the overweight man passed by you with his motorcycle, ignoring your existence though you simply couldn't care less. And then your friend moved in near the park, so as to have more males to goggle at.

Write away super hay


secretly, biding my time, the face inside me,
honestly, biding my days, for someone else
trying hard to think pure
bloody hard when raw

wanna do someone else
should be by yourself
instead of here with me

so now, you've been fucking your core, feeling used

and that's from skunk anansie

pure yet raw

Write away super hay

raw not yet polished

tryin my luck
head turns

yellow

of having less liability and less money
where the hell i'm going
at a thousand miles per second
slow down, slow down
look around you
smile when you're needed to
this car is here to stay

Write away super hay
testing arresting lying freaking maiming drinking setting thinking giving frying delivering deliberating gingering killing mincing minding visiting messing mushrooming noting wasting payrolling junking powering moving loving judging looking mumbling

i'm on a roll

Write away super hay

the river crawls slowly upstream to the hill
the gaussed terrain exhausted by the mild wind
grains of unspeakable worships roaming sparsely through the air
giant steps leaping over the deadly spiked rocks
as the life value by most became increasingly unbearable
the thoughts of concern passed over the reasonableness test

that knowing scratch, the one that did not need rationalization
idle through impermeable existence of the non-fact
the animals around you gaping inquisiting the value of your compassions

idle

Write away super hay

kill the mankind left hook, tight jab, praise be the wandering glass
swarms of birds hitting the clouds, vaporize
spreading colors of monomyth, the city was put to an end

ff

Write away super hay

YASIR malaysian idol

Write away super hay

i cried when he opens his mouth and sing his song, so confident, so sure of himself and hoping for others to follow through and give him the glimmer of hopes he has been actively pursuing. But deep down, I know, and i would say that he knew too that it's all about looks, make-believe and popularity which he lacks in all department. But he damn gave it a try, dont worry Yaser, your strength and determination embodies our kind, whatever the result be, you are one of the better singer. Maybe malaysia is not your forte. And as for the unfair comments you have to endure, the name-calling from every corner, the knowing giggling and prejudice, you certainly have prove them wrong with your heart. Why we must be mean to others anyway when we, ourselves are pretty insecure with our own life, why pass, over the top judgment, when we cant even stand even a mild one.

Reap

Write away super hay

wouldn't want to be an alarmist, this thoughts rolling out for deciphering, calling one's bluff, of withering moments of a civilization. The pre-empted strike was inevitable, as some would proudly points out. I wish to look at the other side please, what made them coming into that conclusion? when hot hard breath are just beneath your neck, would you just stay put or simply react. The morning rush, dissipated souls wandering away from common congregation. where to, then the emphaty? where to will the ignorance sets in? Purpose, the sole breadwinner of a society. Unleashed hatreds and confusions, sow this.

underground

Write away super hay

want you to notice
want you to gargle out your ignorance
spit it to your bare feet
let the slimy cold crept right to your mind

Write away super hay

lost in what everyone's been talking to, share what people do not mind staring at, lay down to where the bunker was placed. May replenishing her duty off somewhere, this insecurity of people behind your back, prodding inquisitively on your private life. The sensation of letting your unknowns known to others. Now, the sweetness tingles as you sweat over on an enclosed space. Derailed yourself as the same song came recurring 24/7. Getting into the bus, when it's stationary nonetheless. Waiting for that magical moment of chance encounters, seems not apparent, not at least in this immediate future.

revere

Write away super hay

hounds all the dreams you ever had
peels it off, squeeze it dry
rollicking your head to the inaudible tempo
waiting for the itch to die down
of the backstabbings
on the backstage of your life

run

Write away super hay

phew! the diasporac activities welling on my eyes, and it was not a sight to reckon with. yesterday when the bone came calling, everything halted as moments of merriment and awe crept inside this bland head. Anything when put into meaningful concentration and attention can produce results of outstanding stature. It is about channelling and repositioning parallel thoughts, assembling it through rigorous regime. It was never order that won. Chaos actually rules. She tastes like the real thing but never will she embrace this hands.

record release

Write away super hay

the keyboard is too heavy for me to put it on my lap. you should remember, those blaring sounds, deafening moments, why are you still calling my name? raindrops playing down on me, splattering sounds echoing past encounters. Too sad to wail, too tired to think, saw that red top flying high, that wind surely know how to blow. we are kinda aspired by it. This japanese sound monotones injected by 70's melodramatic music plus with beethoven's symphony. police entry on the street with their guns and ammunitions, all the crowds watched helplessly as they began their shooting frenzy hitting anyone who dared to watch. All the able bodies slumped forward, freeze the moment, bring in the peacekeeper. Oblivious to the current happening, what's the deal with reality program? i want my thoughts to be measured, scrolled and exhibited. Then people can gladly queue and pay exorbitant price tickets. Back to blah blahville.

evening stand

Write away super hay

histogram, the boy weighs too much, little mystery, never solved. Someone been eclectic in exercising their choice of services. Beating drums, rummaging constant pacing, with british accent, disintegrating interests. Way way too much. Messing up your individuality, fame, fortune harbour it, hold down to it. Tried my best to leave, the mere persistance shrilled the determination. Come down now, lower your options. From right to left, again repeating the shake for no one is present to witness the grand design of transmuting yourself into oblivion. Mid afternoon, hot temper flares, still sleeping hugging tightly your bolster, sleepy head wishing for air-conditioner. Find your way out of this wild wild world. Trusting the end, feasible to some, extremely not viable due to its interchangeable qualities. Chaos reigns, no permanence, no particular, the endless has ceased their intention of becoming the end. come out at night, that's where your energy shines.

mess with me, merry me

Write away super hay


sand, pebbles and stones, i suck the road, i spoke too soon, yellow greenish wide open skank humid shooting stars. cant see too blaring, the black is so whitening, but now I frowned, keys of my jeep stainless steel moon. Say it still move, the sail going upwards knocking down the tourists. Heart that seeking the perfect job. Bruises that keeps appearing, so unhappy, bring down yourself to the government, maybe they can help. I drink my sober life, keep on drinking, wouldnt want to spill it over. Silence. This is me doing it all over again, no problem, keep on writing, i might eat my own words one day. such a polished accents, such a pretty face, looking at you from the ugly box, intimidating you to no end. This is how i'm going to end it all, consumed myself infront of you so you can see the climax. i am going to sleep and let people watch over me. arrest this insecurity, babbling over a deformed man, his pants slipping down to the merriment of others, ahh and oohhs of excitement, is this what we will all get?

Write away super hay

<<#BolehBlogs?>>

white elephant

Write away super hay
Text inspired from I might be wrong - radiohead

I could have sworn I saw a light coming out from this ear. Nothing at all, what would i do, if I didnt have the audicity to look back. The world goes out out and come in again. where in this life could you paint the point of life......at the top of your nose, an ice tip melts. I dont know why you bother, nothing ever comes out good from your saliva, you come here just to start a fight, you have to shred this dress, in your effort to appear all towery and tall. Hail to the liar, the point is not mine to adhere to, the point will come when you realised that your tequila runs out of ice. Sniff, sniff that whites away, snuffed it. I will aim you down, inside the ground, wont let this happening to my children, white elephant, sitting duck, I will rise up.

On a different note, as to what life is ascribed to, i do not know, but life itself is a multiplex of rundown films and on top of that let's discuss on the azan scenario raised up by Dr. Farish noor, A 5 minutes intervention, rather periodically and as if regimented, can it not be compared to bell tolling indicating time passing? The call to prayer is by usual standard lasts 5 minutes and has been in perpetuity especially here, what's the big deal? we are not demeaning other people's quality of life and we never actively relegates other people's faith, no matter what, this is a publicity driven campaign creating revolutionary reaction just for the sake of it, claiming himself as the hero of the underprivilliged, or so it seems. Sing you faggot, sing to those who would be happy to listen but becareful to what your tune might turn to, you will get what you're singing for, and may not be happy with the results. We are still on the radio and payroll.

what's

Write away super hay

writing on a broken keyboard with deficient t's and y's listening to ronan's crooning away unnoticed unperturbed. The oil is running low, you are out of breath, sticky caps wont come out and you wait till the day you think you had it all. why am i not feeling anything, does a blog have to be self-sufficiently sad and condescending, tears wells on someoneelse's eyes for i dont shed mine to anyone, it's something that i do not possess, but when it comes to suckering in front the box, i'm guilty.

free

Write away super hay

meeting of minds anyone? a brain waiting to be cracked at, love the way that you look at me, shouting my lung out, but they did not hear me, i'm convulsing inwards my own rib cage, trying to break it apart, come on in and save me from myself. haggling my self on the net, is it worth it? free encounter

when i turn around they say you are frozen to the spot. your part will come someday when things does not muddle over certain surfaces. Bring the life of a saint to front and the incomplete union will indefinitely accentuated. I will not wear you down in an enclosed space, i will wear you out at the wide open space. The elephant and the duck stares as you rest your hand on your head heading up to the stars. Screaming youth oblivious to the happenings around them, succumbed in their own life and priority, the world does not matter, the life of others does not play important part in their ever eternal life. a song playing through your thick head and giant wavy hair come to a point of real curly hairdo. the president doesnt live here and no one of his stature may embrace this soil. your look epitome sadness and utter anguish. no more handshakes no more science experience experiments.

They sequestered themselves there, as always. I might be wrong but where is my sworn life? I used to think and sing that there is no future to dream about. Let's go down to the lake, there's nothing to see. What will I do? Start again, begin again at the edge of a square, walk it through over its physical space. Words are spreading out, come again? Nothing spectacular, just the ordinary simple yelling. Falsetto whining, drum beat in accord with the tambourine shake. Decline, detest, saying no repeatedly with distorted face. No sounds like know. You have to piss on the rain again? you have take the piss at everything. When I turn around, you stiffen my spine, the boy look up at me, i look back at him, staring nothing. I will paint my own life at the distant corner of my right hand. Yellow baby, gawking eyes wondering for some comfort. This heart, too many holes and patches shaking violentlty waiting for the alarm clock to run out of batteries. Ruptures of volcanoes ensuring the deadly work. they dont speak for us, stoic approach with the carbon monoxide. This is my final fit, my final bellyache, no more tears no more hearfelt sadness, please please.

where did that stuff come from, what made you want to make that sound heard? you have to piss at the rain, drenched your jeans with your sweet manly sweat. When you done with it, you lick your upper lip and draw your attention to another corner. Stride, like a midnight cowboy, holding tight to your invisible guns, rightfully at each hand. Smirking while glancing to your left, saw young, young people sitting. laughing their heart out, idling talking about their next conquest or adventure. You still have not figure out what you are goin to do with your next life.

of writing about the one that you know most, and of thinking of mustering an effort to publish your own script, radio an tv script that is, will it be any difficult as doing any other things? format, hate that, but have to know it before attempting to, but why not go against it. to what story should i think of? a story o me losing my sanity? or astory of my close friends turning back on their faith? what will be will be whenever i think i will do it, it will be done. what's going on my ming right now is the fear of being rejected, the fear of not corresponding with the intended public. how natural can one be natural?