Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Hilang.



Seperti hujan hilang awan
Seperti hilang arah tujuan

Seperti irama hilang lagu
Seperti hilang suara merdu

Seperti tawa hilang riang
Seperti hilang bayang-bayang

Seperti malam hilang pengganti
Seperti hilang di siang hari

Seperti suria hilang cahaya
Seperti hilang bulan purnama

Seperti cinta hilang jiwa
Seperti hilang dipandangan mata

Seperti dunia hilang perisa
Seperti hilang di mata dunia

Seperti nyawa hilang hati
Seperti hilang kasih abadi

Semuanya indah
Dan semuanya hilang


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Lu Siapa?

Buat baik berpada-pada
Jalan tegak mendabik dada
Ingatlah pada yang dah tiada
Suka kelak menjadi duka
Apa guna gila kuasa
Hidup biar terus usaha
Sarung baju segak bergaya
Makan minum kongsi sama
Bangun tidur sering berdua
Pergi kerja pandu kereta
Kejar mengejar di kotaraya
Berhenti diheret lori tunda
Kekanda adinda mengada-ngada
Harap jodoh jantan tua
Cari teman janda muda
Menanti jelingan anak dara
Hakikat manusia tidak sempurna
Hidup bukan selama-lama
Lu ingat lu siapa?


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone.

DEM YUH!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Untitled.

My sound in silence,
My light in darkness,
My courage in fear,
My smile in sadness,
My calm in rage,
My laugh in tears,

My love in life.


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone.

DEM YUH!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Unconquerable, undefeated.


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever God's may be
For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903)


***


The poem is called Invictus, a Latin word that means "unconquerable, undefeated". This is a poem where the President of South Africa, The Honorable Nelson "Madiba" Mandela held on to, for 27 years of imprisonment at Robben Island.

Actually I saw the film "Invictus" last night. It was directed by a man who needs no further introduction in the film industry, Clint Eastwood. The film is based by the book Playing the Enemy: Nelson Mandela and the Game That Changed a Nation by John Carlin.

This film is as inspirational as any inspiration could ever be. Gosh I can still feel the goosebumps, even greater than Barack Obama's Presidential Victory Speech in November 2008.

Please spare some time to watch this short documentary of Nelson Mandela during the 1995 Rugby World Cup in South Africa.



The documentary was narrated by Morgan Freeman, and he eventually landed the role of Madiba himself in the film. Matt Damon played the role of Francois Pienaar, the captain of South Africa 'Springboks' rugby team that won the historical 1995 Rugby World Cup.

This is a film where you see, and you start to think how patriotic you are for your country, for your people. We should take learn many lessons from this film, as this is a film we should all see, and let other people see too; our people, our country, our nation, our 1Malaysia.

I thank whatever God's may be
For my unconquerable soul
.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul...

I will definitely gonna watch this film over and over again.


Dem yuh!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Keep Doing What You're Good At.

This is a real turn-off for me, but I just had to post it. I don't think I can bear it in my head anymore.

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** **

I can't afford to buy you a jet
Or a mansion with a helipad
At least I know, not just yet
I'm really trying to be the best lad

Treat me like I'm a disgusting rat
Kick me like I'm a stray cat
Swing me like a baseball bat
Like I'm the worst you ever had

Am I some kind of ugly hat?
You treat me bad because of that?
Like I'm the worst you can get
Like I'm the worst you ever bet

Keep on missing like you always good at
Keep giving excuses of this and that
Keep on doing it if that makes you glad
Coz you don't even bother if I'm upset

I used to tuck you every night in my bed
I'm really trying to be the best lad
To give you the best you can get
But darling, I'm for sale, not for let.


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Dem yuh!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Valentine Mode #7 (FINALE): Who Needs Valentine's?


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*

In the middle of the morning
The room is noisy with us moaning
Who needs Valentine's?

In the middle of the afternoon
We're still pretty much on the moon
Who needs Valentine's?

In the middle of the day
We're sweeping off each others feet away
Who needs Valentine's?

In the middle of the evening
We're teasing and kissing and humping
Who needs Valentine's?

In the middle of the night
I wake up and you are by my side
Who needs Valentine's?

When you are mine
Who needs Valentine's?

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Dem yuh!

Friday, January 29, 2010

Venice Honeymoon.

Something, for someone.


Venice Honeymoon

Whenever you feel lonely at night
And you can't possibly sleep
Everything doesn't feel right
And your heart wounded so deep

Whenever you feel that
No one is looking after you
Everyone seems bad
And every words sound so untrue

Just imagine we're lying on the floor of a gondola
Enjoying a fine dining on a fine evening
Cruising along the beautiful canals of Venice
The smell of you is a bliss I just can't miss

Watching the magical twinkling stars at night
Covered by beautiful buildings on the left and right

Sounds like a lovely night, no?

A summer sunset across the Grand Canal
Walking, hugging each other through every channels
Crossing the Rialto Bridge to the masquerade
To the Carnival of Venice and dance till our feet aches

Listen to the song of love I wrote for you
Sing it along with me on our honeymoon
Let Venice be the witness of our exchanged vows
And let us be miserable together to the infinite hours

Watching the magical twinkling stars at night
Covered by wonderful buildings on the left and right

Sounds like a lovely night, no?






















It's not perfect, but it's honest.


Dem yuh!

Friday, December 25, 2009

Don't Tell Anyone...

Yes this title sounds familiar. I did, in a way, use a similar title, check HERE.

However, this entry is not a sequel to the first one. In fact, nowhere related.

I wish I could write more but my hands are really weak. My whole body is weak. I gained weight a little bit this last month, but today it's really weak. Can you imagine, fat and weak? Bad combo. Heh.

Anyway (oh, I am called "Mr. Anyway" - I kinda like it though) this is something I wrote a while back, not too long ago, maybe merely a month. I kept this and wait for the right moment to publish (again, to my belief: There's no right or wrong; only consequences) and I honestly don't know if this is the right moment or not. We'll just wait for the consequences.

So here it is, as it is called,

Don't Tell Anyone


Don't tell anyone...
I walk you home every evening
And you text me every morning

Don't tell anyone...
I puff with you till we both fall
And our eyes are as red as the devil's balls

Don't tell anyone...
I am thinking of you a lot
And I'm also in your thoughts

Don't tell anyone...
I am thrilled to meet you every day
And looking forward to our date every night

Don't tell anyone...
I get fireworks in my tummy when I'm with you
And you get butterflies in your tummy too

Don't tell anyone...
I like to kiss you if I see an opening
And I know that got you spinning

Don't tell anyone...
I miss every parts of you
And I know you believe it's true

Don't tell anyone...
I want you to want me
And I need you to need me

Don't tell anyone...
I LOVE YOU for better or for worse
And believe me that's just the verse.

It's not perfect, but it's honest.






















On the irony, I kinda did tell everyone, didn't I?


Friday, December 11, 2009

Let's Get Lazy.

I have not written so-called 'poems' for a while. But a few weeks back I felt like writing one, and so I did. It's always something I wrote truly from my heart. I never had the chance to give this to that person so I thought I'm gonna post it here and tell her how I feel, because the truth is, I really don't know if it's too late for everything.

*******

Never in my life I would feel
Or think that my love will be filled with
Red, green and and everything in between
So vivid yet calming like a breezy wind
High together and low together
All is good, nothing could be better
Frizzy hair and gorgeous eyes
In my arms this beautiful lady lies
Zenith of my pursuing happiness
An end to my immemorial emptiness

Let's get lazy, let's go crazy
Another week to another week
No one else but you and me
Another week to another week.






















*******


It's end of the year. I get emotional, and torn.


Dem mi!

Monday, November 2, 2009

A thinning expectation.

I used to be so into relationship, because I believed it can be my moral fiber. But honestly now, my expectation in developing a relationship, respectively in love relationship with a girl, is thinning.

Before that, let me share something about myself.

I am fascinated by human behavior. I love to analyze people, events, and ideas. I can do this all day long, and I enjoy profiling people. I mean, you can almost predict what they will do next, and sometimes you got it right, like spot on and you know you weren't just guessing, you clearly 'see' the pattern.

Some of my close friends often come to me and usually ask for so-called 'advice', or I'd prefer to call it 'opinion from a different point of view'. I'm not quite sure why they'd come to me anyway, maybe I love to listen, I don't know. Well maybe I'm just being honest in my opinion(s), and I believe that's exactly what we all need now. So many dishonest people around us to a point that we don't feel comfortable or not used to being honest or receiving honest remarks.

Okay, speaking of relationship, I said earlier, my expectation is thinning. I used to have all these wild and beautiful imaginations about a perfect relationship, like loving, respect, loyal, honest, responsibility, and the sorts. But now, it's thinning. It's because of few things/incidents/cases. Things that happened to these people who came to me to seek some of my utter bullshit opinions, and things that happened to myself more than everything.

I learned a lot from my past experience, and I'm like really trying hard to not make the same mistake again and end up back at the square one again and again. But we are all human, aren't we? No matter how many times we try to learn from our mistakes, we kept ourselves busy by denying them. Self-centred, vain, selfish and ungrateful bastards we all are.

So, I see things, I listen to the drama behind all these stories, I exclude them and I go down to the core of the problem(s). Then I deliver my opinion(s). Most of them couldn't take it, or disagree with my opinion(s), which I don't mind at all. That's why they come to me in the first place, to listen to something they don't wanna hear, things that they are so busy denying. But I don't mind, everybody is entitled to their own opinion and choice. I'd still be happy I could be of a help, in any small ways.

The biggest disadvantage to me in this system is that, I can't apply it to myself. I can't. I can't read, or analyze or predict my own relationship. Why? Because like I said, whenever I deliver my opinion(s), I've excluded the drama and emotions attached to the topic. So I can't do that in my relationship, because it involves either one of those two, if not both. It's like the bomoh nombor ekor myth that they can predict your 4-digit number, but they can't do it for themselves. It's like a curse like any superheroes for example The Incredible Hulk, he's destructively strong but he's GREEN. Or take a look at Superman, he can fly and he's mighty and whatnot, but he is still until today, being laughed at for wearing the underwear outside.

Right now, like literally now, I'm really not sure about myself. I really like this one girl, but I just don't know what to do. If I show too much attention, she'll get bored, if I don't, she might think that I'm not that into her. Should I put some standard of expectation? Or should I not, at all? I'm sure she knows that I like her, a lot. But she keeps giving me these mixed signals you know, one day she'd be very attending and caring, the next day she didn't text me at all.

Is she taking me for a ride around town, for sight-seeing? I don't know.

I know girls like her must have a lot of admirers or guys waiting in line. Yes, I am one of them but if she's smart enough, she'll know that I have so much to offer (except material). I'm a broke bloke but I have so much more than what money can buy.

I mean, I can totally understand if people wanna take things slowly, get to know each other better, make sure the right decision is made blah blah blah. But how slow does it have to be? Why can't we just skip all the slow parts, move straight away to establishing a real and steady relationship and enjoy the moment while we still have it? Time is the most important resource of all, and it's not ours. Time is the only thing we can't take back, or go around.

Imagine this; it's like both of us are sitting on a boat in the middle of a lake, and I've jumped in the water and swimming and diving and having so much fun flapping my legs and hands, and you are having fun watching me too. You wanted to jump too, but you are still afraid and unsure at the same time even though you know I'm already in the water. You keep on testing the water with your legs and hands to make sure you are ready or aware with the water temperature. But still, you didn't jump in yet, because now you are still not sure about the depth of the lake. You ask me to check out the depth, and so I did. The lake is deep, I said, but don't worry, I'm here. I'll take care of you. Still, you are not convinced. I'm all soaking wet now baby, why don't you just jump and have fun with me?

I'm all soaking wet, cold, and alone in this lake, why don't you jump and be miserable with me?

For that, I wrote something for her. Yes, YOU. You know who you are, and I know you are reading this. This is for YOU.


*******
I like challenge, that's why I like you
You're like a puzzle with no clue
Like a series of codes I'm yet to break
But I'll crack it whatever it takes

They say I don't have to put much effort
I just have to give her some carrots
Told me to play a bit with her mind
Let her slowly bite and she's all mine

What? No, she ain't no rabbit!
I don't wanna make it a habit
That's not how I pull my gambit
That's not magic, that's tragic!

(Girl) Let's put this to an end
(Girl) Let's walk together holding hands
Let me be your greatest fan
Coz you'll make me a better man

Take my finger and don't ever let go.

*******

Dem mi!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Beginning Of An End.

Just let me paint my pain
With blood shot from my veins
Sucks everything out until it is all drained
And let it pour like heavy rain
All over my world of emptiness and plain


The hollow that sorrow drinks
No more light would anything brings
The circle of death-chained rings


And the black stars appear in the sky
Darker than any dark should be
They dance to the misery of the livings
And laugh to the fear in our eyes


O' dying sun, the end of light
The end of living hopes
The beginning of hell, awaits.

*******

The other side of me.


Dem yuh!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Tell Me.

Enjoy or don't bother reading.

*******
TELL ME

If I tell you that I like you
What would you do?
Tell me that you like me too
Or ask me to turn around and shoo?

If I tell you that you're always in my mind
Would you say I'm off my line?
Would you deny me one chance
To take your hands for a dance?

I wanna call and text you all the time
And ask you if your day's being fine
And meet you whenever I want to
Listen to you until the night is through

So tell me am I not worth a shot?
Do you only find rockstars 'hot'?
Coz I don't think I wanna be one
I prefer to be the young guns

I'm not a rockstar, no
I can't even play the piano
I don't know how to compose a song
But for you (girl) I'll try day and night long

Are you not interested in me still?
Or your heart's as hard as a steel?
Am I not cute enough to melt you?
Like a hot fudgy chocolate fondue

No, there's nothing special about me
I can't offer you money trees
I'm just me, the next-door guy
But I can say I'm pretty fly



It's true.

*******

Yes this is so effing true. I wrote this last night before I went asleep, while I was trying hard to get some sleep.

I don't know why, but don't you think most people, well, boys or girls, they always have some thing with "rockstars". Especially girls. Yes, I can totally understand that; girls like boys who possess some kind of skills, be it music, or art, or photography, or sports, or racing, or anything. They find it sexy or appealing.

But guys, they just want girls who are hot. It doesn't matter if she's a teacher or a freaking astronaut. True.

To me, what I find the sexiest thing is the mind. A girl with brain. Looks come in between, not second. If you can find a beautiful woman with a beautiful mind, gosh that's multiple orgasm in both ways.

Have you found it?

Found what?

Beautiful woman with a beautiful mind?

Yes, in fact I can say that all my previous relationships with women, they all shared these fair amount of traits.

Then why are you still single?

It didn't work out.

You mean, you failed?

It didn't work out! That's two different thing. And you, please stop using negative expression, it's bad for your self-esteem. Always look into the positive way. It didn't work out, I don't have to explain here.


Dem yuh!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Days Without Your Waves.


It has been many days
Days without your waves
Food lost its delicate taste
It's worse than living in a cold cave

Never thought my ship would be this wrecked
How did I possibly lost my track?
Maybe it was your drop dead curve
On the sea of your pretentious love

I don't care if it was all faked
We both know the love was half baked
I don't know who's at loss
It's like taking a coin and just toss

So off you go with your life
I hope it will not be filled with jive
Me? Are you really asking me?
I'm having a picnic under the coconut tree.



It's true.

*******

I love beaches. I'm not sure about bitches though. Anyway bitches are not a topic I wanna talk about, yet.

Beaches.

If you love beach like I do, you must love the waves too. The sound, sometimes the roughness, sometimes the gentleness, the smell of the sea water when the waves hit the shore. But the best thing I found about waves are the calmness of it. I don't know, waves are something I can look at without getting bored. And when I go inside the water, sometimes it's pretty scary and dangerous. That' what I like about it.

Why do we love beaches if not the waves? Sun-bathe? Go to Africa yo! Sand? Go to Egypt! Water? Gosh, go home and shower!

It's the waves.

So what happens when there's no waves anymore?


Dem yuh!

Friday, August 14, 2009

This is a boring entry.

I'm off to Johor Bharu in couple of hours. Fuck I can't stand going up and down the road every other day. Things are still not resolved there, so I have no choice but to go there to 'sweep' every problems off my boss's shoulder. I call myself a SWEEPER. I sweep problems. Not a fun job. You have to be able to be in the middle of a fucking chaos and take everything with a smile and most importantly, "I don't wanna hear any problem, get it done." Sounds like a mercenary. No, I'm a sweeper.

And I don't know why, I told you guys I got tired of writing, poems particularly.

A person once said I should stop writing altogether if I just wanna write things that hurt other people's feeling, or make other people feel bad or sad. She said I'm too smart to be doing/writing silly things. Well, I don't know. I can't expect you to think/act like me, obviously because my life ain't like yours.

A dear friend told me that I should please myself first than other people. She assumed that I write because I wanna please/impress people. No. I write because it makes me believe that I have feelings. I'm the sensitive guy, remember?

Most guys, they are too egoistic to admit that they themselves have some soft spots, deep down their hearts. So they keep on rambling and babbling about being A MAN and to not get emotional over feelings. Hah. I sense bitterness.

Anyway, yeah I write because that's what I feel, just like this entry. Only difference is, it's in a poem mood. If people feels good, or sad, or feel anything for that matter, I would feel good myself. Means, they are humans and in some ways, when it touches other people, you feel like you made their day or you have some similarities. It's like you walked down the same path before.

Oh shit suddenly I feel like writing a stupid stuff. Wait give me 10 minutes.

*******

I'm sick an tired of writing
I don't feel the joy anymore
It's like knocking on a door
But nobody is really hearing

Maybe I'm just a stubborn guy
I won't stop going for what's mine
Now I think I'm 'The Blind'
I can't tell between truth and lie

Maybe I should just stop altogether
What the hell nobody give a damn
I should just shut the fuck up and say,
"Kid, grow up and buck it up!"

And what's wrong with this whole rhyming bullshits?
A geek trying too hard to be cool kid?
Who are you trying to fool?
"Loser, get lost and go back to school!"

Now I feel so sleepy
I had a long tiring life journey
But tomorrow's a new day
As usual, come what may.

(No title)

It's true.

*******

I don't know if I should take a nap or just stay awake.


Dem yuh!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Guessing Game.

Now this is getting more interesting
They wanna know who am I thinking
Who came in my daydreams
Who made my pants creamed.

This whole thing is so mysterious
Everyone is getting more curious
They think I'm being too ambitious
But I know my love is not superstitious.

I wish I know what to say to you
Now my saliva tasted like glue
My head is going madly nuts
Lord, grant me the mighty guts!

Well, one thing can lead to another
Every steps could bring me closer
Though the feeling keeps growing
(Sigh) You still didn't see it coming.

If I don't try and make you mine
I know I'm gonna lose my mind
Everything will not be fine
Coz you are of the rarest kind.



It's true.

*******

Lately I'm in the mood of writing. In the mood of rhyming.


Dem yuh!

Monday, August 10, 2009

Let's Try.

I thought you were the one,
But you didn't give me any chance,
You shot me down with your gun,
And then you grilled me well done.

All I want is to love you,
All I need is to be loved too,
Is that too much to ask?
Am I an impossible task?

Don't tell me you're not ready,
And commitment is something heavy,
Maybe you're just afraid to fall for me,
Like I'm some kind of blasphemy.

I know I can't force you to,
Feel the same way like I do,
But the least we can do is try (baby try),
See if love can shoot us to the sky.


It's true.

*******

What a way to start a Monday.


Dem yuh!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

It Is Time.

Four in the morning
My heart's still mourning
Lying on this empty bed
Like a living dead.

(Girl) Maybe you don't know
(Girl) Maybe I don't show
What my heart feels
How my love kills.

I love your rosewood smell
And when you dress to impress
There's something I wanna tell
I want all of you and nothing else.

But now, I have to deny
The feelings I have for you
Coz someone else will cry
If he knows the truth.

It's time to let that love die
It means you get to bid goodbye.



It's true.

*******

Wrote this a few mornings ago. I couldn't sleep, so many things went through my already-messed-up mind. It's always have to be like this. Does it always have to be like this?


Dem yuh!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Come August

She reminds me of someone
Someone I've never met before
Could it be an angel
Knocking on my heart's door?

She's so beautiful in my eyes
Funny, silly, sarcastic but nice
She laughs like nobody's business
Yet I still think she's the coolest

I may be a stoner but I'm for real
Every moment with her leaves a trail
I'll be honest to her and to God
She's perfect against all odds

It could only be a summer fling
Or a lasting joy she could bring
Come August, come now please
Bring me back someone that I miss.

It's true.

*******

I just got back to life. Few nights of mayhem. I was supposed to write this yesterday. Shit. Never mind, it's still August.


Dem yuh!

Monday, July 27, 2009

The Song Of You.

Loving you is a like a song I replay,
Every three minutes and thirty seconds of every day.

And every chorus was written for us to recite,
Every beautiful melody of devotion every night.

This potion might, this ocean might, please carry me,
In a wave of emotion to ask you to marry me.

And every word, every second, and every third,
Expresses the happiness more clearly than ever heard.

And when I play them, every chord is a poem,
Telling the Lord how grateful I am because I know her.

The harmonies possess a sensation similar to your caress,
If I ask you then will you please tell me it's a yes.

Stand in love, take my hand and love the Lord's bless.


It's true.


Dem yuh!


Thursday, July 23, 2009

I Still Do (Want To)

I still do
Want to date you
I'm taking my chances
And wait for your cue

I still do
Want to see you
After a long, long time
I'm still looking for a clue

I still do
Want to touch you
Soft and perfect skin
Like rainbow with all the hues

I still do
Want to hold you
My arms around your body
Like we used to

I still do
Want to kiss you
Long passionate lips locking
No one else but us two

I still do
Want to love you
And forever there is
Until the time is due.


It's true.

Dem yuh!
 
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