Sesegar embun pagi hikayat ini mulai wujud
Mabuk, dirasuk cinta, ku terkulai di suatu sudut
Indah, tenang dan merdu bak soneta
Karya penyair di zaman bahari membuka rahsia
Dan aku pun terlena, terbayang saat bahagia
Kau dah aku berbual bersama
Sehingga terbenamnya matahari, disondol rembulan
Dan hilangnya bimbang, dihanyutkan hujan
-PRK-
Lagaknya berani, bagai seorang pahlawan
Terkadang bongkak, lenyapkan kebaculan
Jijik sungguh, persis sorotan perzinahan
Khayalan yang gempita dilarut nistaan
Namun itu semua bayangan maya yang sepi
Kelancangannya ghaib bila dia sendiri
Tubuhnya gentar dibedil realiti
Jiwanya lemas ditindas fantasi
Kerna walaupun bingit, dia rasa bisu
Mulut terbuka, lidah terkedu
Di senjakala dia mula sendu
Cuba dileburkan, dia beradu
Namun gelap itu kekal
Terang itu terbatas
Andai si satria itu cekal
Mustahil dirinya dibiarkan tewas
-PRK-
What good are your speeches, dear preachers
If every step taken leads to danger
If every breath crossed leads to sufferance
If every word uttered leads to blackmail
If every wave acknowledged leads to homicide
If every smile exchanged leads to suicide
If every sympathy imposed leads to betrayal
If every empathy endeavoured leads to treachery
-PRK-
Jantungku berdegup pantas
Cubaku menghela nafas
Dan ku perhati gerak tari mu dicantas
Dan irama itu disudahi dengan pantas
Lalu lirikan di bibir mu berubah
Renungan mata mu rebah
Bagaikan dahan yang rapuh, tak pernah basah
Khayalan-khayalan mu mula gelisah
Seperti khusyuk dipermaikan
Diduakan jasad yang diraikan
Kemudiannya dijahanamkan segala ikatan
Cuma kerna masa lalu mu yang digelapkan
Yang tak bisa mereka terima
Tak bisa mereka simpan tanpa rela
Tetapi nafasmu masih dihela
Nafas yang tak mungkin segan diramas dunia
Kerna nafas kita satu
Kita sama, kau dan aku
Dan permainan ini tiada yang benar mahupun palsu
Semuanya sekadar puisi dan igauan lagu
-PRK-
There was a tale that I didn't understand
Couldn't put my finger on it but I tried to comprehend
There were so much words I never spoke of in the end
But there was such a notion I constantly seek to melt in
The warmth was familiar, the intimacy too
Though one thing is peculiar - the trust I had in you
The walls around us couldn't hide a tone so true
But the wall between us is yet to be incised in two
You were broken and I was torn apart
You tried to act cool but it's reaching your heart
And me and my pride couldn't seem to part
But that was then, now you've dethawed my heart
Unconsciously yet a libellous one
And the fear begin, we were both toyed once
And why must this tale begin to confuse me again?
When will this tale flows easy for me to understand?
-PRK-
I may walk in a pair of crispy sneakers
Properly ironed and brushed for class
And my Oxford would fend me from murmurs
So shiny and smart for corporate tasks
But sometimes it's this that gives me such happiness
The simple things, that stays open like a trombonist
Consociate with the bohemians
And glide away with the dandelions
And so I'll keep walking.. I'll keep walking
Until the clime upshot and raze the earth
I'll keep walking.. I'll keep walking
And perish for a rebirth
-PRK-
So I tried to read your mind but your snigger caught me
I tried to breathe easy but your tinkers poached me
So suspicious; this notion between you and me
Yet so wondrously it lingers, snuggling me
No promises made, no expectations foreseen
Though it seems unpromising and almost unseen
Will it remain inglorious, I'd rather not know
For if it stays notorious, I'd doom the glow
-PRK-
Jiwa ini rasa kosong
Tanpa setitik harapan mengatakan ia mudah
Cuba ku fahami maksudnya bohong
Dan kebenaran yang membezakan najis dengan sampah
Pabila taufan mula menari umpama tarian untuk Raja Sehari
Aku mula jijik dengan tingkah laku si pemerhati
Katanya ikatan itu semulia dan semurni minyak kelapa
Namun kebenarannya bukanlah selicin kain sutera
Kerna maksudnya bahagia seharusnya tidak disembunyi
Disebalik kaca kosong yang merelakan kegelapan hati
Seharusnya bahagia itu dibiarkan menari
Walau di kala aku sendiri
-PRK-
So I found myself turning to pot likker
Not once, not twice, and the standard is gold, not silver
It's always a new taste, a new mix, a new remedy
For the same wound, the same scar, the same tragedy
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked myself
But there's never an answer better than the top shelf
The vessels are there, I never meant to have them
They keep flowing and I'm too weak to stop them
If I could let it go, I wouldn't turn to one
But I need to stay high to not think of you even once
What have you done?
No. Sorry, what have I done?
It was served on ice and garnished with pineapple
It was cold, it was sweet, it was everybody's pleasure in quadruple
They looked happy and so I thought I would too
But when the hangover begins, I began to miss you
At least I thought I was missing you
Or was I trying to be you?
-PRK-
Umpama botol kosong ku hanyut ke laut
Di persisiran pantai aku terkandas
Dan di saat itu matahari terbenam
Aku dibawa berbicara oleh arus deras
Kemudiannya aku terasa berat, aku kehilangan
Aku tenggelam ke dasar laut, mulai terasa kegelapan
Detik pun berlalu dan aku mula terasa sejuk
Seram dan dingin kerna semakin lama semakin sunyi
Dan di sini aku sendiri cuba memahami
Ke mana aku harus pergi
Aku cuma mampu menanti dan menghitung hari
Sampai masanya nanti aku akan faham juga
Tidak mungkin di sini sahaja aku akan disembunyi
Tidak mungkin aku akan kekal kosong selamanya
Aku percaya arus deras itu nanti akan kembali
Dan persoalannya bukan lah bila
Tetapi kenapa dan kemana
-PRK-
Privileged as the heir to the gold beans
You grew up with the roots, groomed in greens
The sun was your filter from darkness and gloom
The ample rain poured nicely in your luminous room
Such infliction you need for the ontogeny
Yet the ontology stayed backward in the prophecy
Your leaves you left sunbaked till they crumble in sorrow
But the hollow life they left behind will start anew tomorrow
For you that is, when you germinate to a chromatic colour
When a little girl pluck you from that tree of wretched valour
Because the leaves aged but you were beheaded
The leaves went with the flow but you were molested
-PRK-
Sedangku duduk berepilog keseorangan
Ku terdengar puisi indah berkumandang
Menusuk jiwaku bagai keris berdendangan
Di saat itu juga mata kita bertentangan
Persis pujangga cinta hasil rekaan novela
Kau melangkah ke arah ku dan aku terlena
Dan disebalik langsir segalanya mula kabur
Bila ucapan cinta manis mu mula dilacur
Dengan pembohongan yang tak bisa dileburkan
Kau rakus dan semuanya bagai satu kerelaan
Kemudiannya alam maya mula menghantui realiti
Segalanya musnah, tak sanggup lagi ditatapi
Dan di suatu senja itu ku rasa gelap
Mata ku dan seluruh duniaku pun terlelap
Kesenyapan ini kemudian berbisik bagai gelas yang pecah
Maka disini dimatikan sudah satu kisah
-PRK-
Stop looking for droplets they say
There's an ocean and the waves are roaring
The droplets may have disrobed you
But the ocean washes away the filth
Oh, should I believe this, I asked
That the ocean is a herculean
That it resembles the God of Greece
That it will fight for me
That it won't also ravish me off my gravitas
As I would believe that no faith pardons a murderer
A murderer of faith most of all
And if the uncouth clemency shall have it its way
Then I shall arise too, to have faith and drive hopes
-PRK-
Katanya tiada laut yang tidak berombak
Juga tiada gunung yang tidak bergaung
Dan cuma yang cekal mampu memberontak
Haram bagi mereka untuk duduk termenung
Kerna adat bernegeri, memagar negeri
Adat berkampung, memagar kampung
Dan bagai ular dalam lagundi
Adat mereka tidak bisa dilelong
-PRK-
Lalu kewujudan mu menyelimuti dunia ku
Dan bagai perangnya dunia, kau mengelirukan jiwa ku
Namun aku yakin itu bukan satu permainan
Kocakan warna gelap itu bukanlah sekadar puisi
Atau prosa hati yang kesunyian
Kerna kata-kata mu umpama kucupan mesra di kala senja
Di kala otak ku kusut, cuba memahami ertinya bahagia
Di akhirat, juga di pentas dunia
Yang kemudiannya dikarangkan menjadi isi novella
Dan coretan hati ini, biarlah ia mengukir senyuman
Biarlah ia menghiasi cahaya terang sang bulan
Dan biarlah sekampung bintang menjadi saksi
Hingga akhir waktu, bermulanya pada detik ini
-PRK-
Kopi ku bancuh, ku hirup di pagi hari
Sambil ku perhatikan dirimu sedang beraksi
Kau bagaikan pendekar impian di dalam mimpi
Caramu berbicara memeriahkan emosi
Ku jatuh cinta bukan kerna rupa wajah mu
Bukan juga sebesar kotak wang ringgit mu
Ku cuma senang hati dengan pemikiran mu
Jauh kau memandang setinggi gunung Kinabalu
Awan berbisik sesama sendiri bila kau tiada
Membuat ku resah, berbicara tanpa suara
Kasih, kau membuatkan diriku merana
Namun mungkin itu semua dugaan beta
Laksaman pena ku, biarlah disini saja
Sampai masanya nanti kita kan bertemu juga
Perasaan ini ku tahu akan kekal
Mungkin bukan sekarang, tetapi ku harus cekal
-PRK-
"Handsome!" she said
When she saw him exit the stage
"What a parade!" she thought
When he walked down the paseo
Then she stumped when he spit
And guffawed when he smell his armpit
"Men..." she sighed
When he snaffled his bulge
In public
Like a baseball
He then clenched and scraped it
And the finale chafe left her
Greatly displeased
-PRK-
Peculiar; she grew a separatist
From the summit she wished to preexist
Her queries locomoted and evinced
Then corporality aroused to daunt her fringe
So she sampled the shuddery infliction
Her tongue went on a vacation
The bonhomie she savoured and pincushioned
Appeared to be a prurient diversion
Then she flaked out in the shoetree till dusk
She casted aside the crumbled musk
She decompressed and suspired her trust
At 5, she agnized her latent lusk
-PRK-
My heart is beating like my percussion
It's beating for an atomizer of affection
The calmest adjuster to my passion
The cheesiest romance to my deviation
The dearest bidder to my emotion
The clearest thrust to my expectation
The amplifier to my creation
That dusters my competition
That see me through my destination
That walk me through expectation
Without detention
Or indeterminate sentence
Because I'm the bouffant devotee to the platform
Of Shakespearean’s rotation
Pain and pleasure with no question
It's just one of those profound conversation
The repetition crime of fairytale
Matter fact, I'm the repetition crime many would compel
For I fall again in love with the King
Whose wives and mistresses rhythms are in sync
But this fervor inside is burning my palm
For the ocean's waves is never at calm
-PRK-
He tinged her velvet lips, searching into her eyes
A hunt so choleric then slipped between her thighs
Her nails sliced through his skin, octave went high
A plunder she lust after, a diversion that never dies
His body drew closer to hers that's burning
Ablazed as they lean against each other's yearning
Confiding her sureness and puissant oddity
A symmetrical penury, a breeze that's probatory
As the sun take root, two souls simmered down
Softly they whispered, anticipating for the frown
But the love story marched on, along with the zephyr
Every moment then wangled the dire masquerader
-PRK-
I made my way into the woods
Only to realize the buzzing pack behind me
Watching and reading my every moves
Undressed my strategies
My muscles were jaded then broke lose
I tried to catch my breath, panting uneasy
Charging forth, wasted my youth
Thus spoke the bumblebee
-PRK-
A dewy mist intertwined with a sirocco of parched haze
A clamorous sorrow warring to leave without a baze
Unperceived, realized only when the redness beamed
When a honeyed rosiness smile was seen
So lurid it somehow seen somewhere from a distance
Blazing for attention, at least maybe a pittance
Hardly a drop though paid heed to such recklessness
Until twilight nuzzled and sank into classiness
-PRK-
It snapped like a twig, adust and aged
Erupted into debris, spaced and misplaced
Scattered in the night sky, soon interlaced
A journey with no end, only to be retraced
By a chain of reactions, the earth had vouchsafed
For such a being with such curio, the past had enslaved
Soon as the sun awakened, reflections then displaced
And the twig remain malformed yet unscathed
-PRK-
Here in the nightfall I often wonder
If someday the moon is gone forever
No stars, no fireflies nor a proper measure of pleasure
Neither I, nor you would know the meaning of leisure
For here even the nightfall is as loud as the waves
Clapping, applauding from inside the grave
For even silence is deafening for the nave
The longer I tried to stay to my gaze
For here in the nightfall it's never idle
And my soul is baffled in the intertidal
The leash that binds me is always guileful
But for tomorrow in life, I'll shall fight this tidal
-PRK-
Though the bottle is glazed
There's still be such a phase
Memories I couldn't erase
But I shall keep it rephrased
Never will they be replaced
For infidelity wasn't the case
It's just one of those days
The mist finger my face
-PRK-
She gave it a whirl
Ignored the whole world
In bed when she breathe
She would grit her teeth
Anxious maybe
But definitely heavy
The way she thinks
The way she drinks
And she did feel empty
She did miss him crazy
Yet she felt the sorrow
When she visualize her tomorrow
He came with class
With ice cubes in his glass
She was just a girl
With plans in a twirl
As much as it hurts
She needed the perch
She needed to find herself
Before it strikes twelve
She wasn't Cinderella
Nor did she need an umbrella
She's strong and she tried
But then... She cried
-PRK-
Once upon a time when I was a young teenager
It was either Gawai or Christmas, I don't quite remember
It was after midnight, that's what I can recall
My cousin and I talked about the future and all
She asked me what will I be when I grow up
I always knew what I wanted but then I sat up
I told her "let me tell you a story I once read"
But it was all fabricated right in my head
She loved the story but there was no ending
As we both fell asleep, in fact she was snoring
The next day I woke up I don't remember what she said
But I told myself "that was a good book I read"
I used to feel like a shapeless shadow
Often I imagined myself a cruel black widow
Often I imagined killing those who gave me the look
Those who roamed around like a textbook
But it was that story that I told my cousin
A story so pure that gave me the reason
To craft my verbs without profanity
To mash up my stanzas of reality
To explore, express, impress and influence
To walk out of the room leaving a turbulence
For plans change but dreams never do
And I changed, owing nothing speaks of you
-PRK-
As I was going to work
I could feel the breeze twerk
I could feel the shapeless shadows lurk
Then my clutch went cigarette jerk
What was that I asked
I then felt my past walked pass
Felt so real, a dark aghast
A mystical rainbow in contrast
It's alright, I told myself
It's only until twelve
Neither it's a pack nor a commonwealth
It's just a certain emotion, no need to oppress
-PRK-
As I get to the swallow hole
You surfaced, kicked to locomote
Often I see you in my sleep
On the boat you were rocking with your thoughts
While the devil makes its round
My songs overwrote the memory
A misquoted wound
A Shakespearean's tragedy
-PRK-
Shall I put your psyche to sleep
And desensitize your physique too
Shall I decelerate your drive
And maybe debone you
Shall I thaw your core
And squelch the cognition in you
Or shall we go forth
And never cross this queue
For nothing vex me most
Than stumbling upon you
As it consumes my senses
Continuing to miscontrue
Should you remain permanent
The metropolis belongs to you
Such repulsive landscape
Along with its hue
-PRK-
Never meant to make you wend
Never meant to make you misspend
I intended to represent
The actual mistrust I've underwent
As the illusions I've apprehended
Had me reoffended the warmth they recommended
Delusional and consumable, I then pretended
That every piece are unamended
For such passion is inevitable
My confessions are dimensional
Of which each of them will be skeptical
To those who are prophetical
So relinquish that desire
Of which you will soon misfire
For I'm one you will encipher
For the waiting is now kitschier
You said I owe you kindness, your highness
Like you're the highest of the highest
One that sits on a chrome coated Prius
But that's blindness
Because all I see in you is the nicest vileness on dialysis
Taking advantage on the salvages
Because you've got money for the randomness in life
You're that activist who fights for your spotlights
You're terrorizing those who implies their skills in life
But clueless about your idolized disguise
But I owe you nothing
None of those act of saint mean anything
Because get this, what's worse in you, I've seen
You're that cake with a slaying icing
Not an ice cream, my darling
-PRK-
Looking at the sky;
I thought I saw a dark shadow
When I lift my hands up high,
I try to let go of my sorrow
And the moment that I cry,
I guess I was just feeling so low
Trying to still be that kind
Who struggles hard for life tomorrow
Now don't get me wrong,
For it's only in my writing
Whenever things go wrong,
I'd buck up and start rhyming
Faith was never gone,
Though often times I'd be mumbling
Hope has always won me
When at times I'd feel like dying
When at times I could feel
The nails are slicing through my skin
It hurts quite as much
As barbs poking through my skin
Happens mostly at times
When I'd crave for such chagrin
When all I needed was
A reality check that's condign
For all I'm feeling now is rage
The kind that destroys my charade
Not much of need now; this adage
For I'm in need of a parade
Or a grenade...
It depends...
I think...
Sometimes we overplay it
Sometimes we disobey it
Sometimes we disarray it
Sometimes we outstay it
And then we underpay it
Most times we don't potray it
Afraid we'd dismay it
After we've devotedly copay it
-PRK-
I never saw that you did caring
Nor have I ever seen that you did raising
For all I knew was you did cheating
You brought her home whilst I was growing
I was around ten when you deceived me
You smeared my respect for you; it hurt me
For all you ever was was a hero to me
Until you couldn't keep yourself together for me
I never grew to love you more than that
Nor have I ever wished to gain your respect
For all I knew was that you are no more than that
Just another man in the family I can't respect
I was in my teen then when I wasn't consoled
When I wasn't told that it's not the end of the world
When I hated all the opposite of me and the likes of you
When all I felt was anger and rage with no curfew
My heart rebelled silently
For when I needed you, you weren't there entirely
The rage I had without a doubt was deadly
Couldn't figure out what stole your sanity
Today I fall, pushed by my magnitude
Getting tired of my strong attitude
Refused to believe in that altitude
Hence I keep to my own beatitude
At times all I need is a cup of espresso
Then again I'm not fit for extreme caffeine
So I'd go for a cappuccino
At times all I need is a cup of latte
Then again some low fat is pointless
So I'd just have mint tea at the café
At times all I need is bru coffee
Then again it can be too sweet
So I'd go for iced lemon tea
At times all I need is silence
Then again my thoughts would louden itself
So I'd go for a my caffeine alliance
For a cuppa calms me down
A cuppa makes me a lown
A cuppa would toss my frown
Downtown; upside-down
-PRK-
Strangers we began with
Strangers we are still
But the strangest thing about it is
We just don't feel strange anymore
Because of that similar grievance
And that strange understanding we have
Is just never as strange
As other strangers would act strangely to
Like every strange thing strangers do
For you are strange and so am I
And I am a stanger you can't deny
-PRK-
Took an instant veer
When things get unclear
When around the sphere
Couldn't hold his spear
When it's very sheer
When it gets severe
To even be sincere
To even revere
Or to interfere
With their yesteryear
For their yesteryear
Never disappear
For the chevalier
Ceased to volunteer
And without a sneer
He then leave a sear
But why are still here?
Still lost in a blear
Why should I still steer
Questioned the charioteer?
-PRK-
From the window I saw a boy so confused
Curiously I invited him; quite goofed
I knew who he was; indeed reproved
But at that first sight, I was bemused
My heart took a spin; I couldn't steer
My vessels were bailing on my lithosphere
I could almost evolve into a balladeer
Dancing at the ball under glass chandelier
A few minutes passed and he took his steps
Leaving me summing up my innocent debts
I was quite new to romance and missteps
And the hallucinations of our silhouettes
Was it love; I wondered on my sleepless nights
Could he be my chavelier dispersing delights
My shining armour confusing street lights
With his appetizing poetic insights
Patiently I waited for initiations
For hellos and see yous and some invitations
When he walked towards me; I felt palpitations
He turned my calmness into suffocations
I knew I'd go crazy over his voice
Incomparable whispers leaving me no choice
To drool over him with no equipoise
He was incompatible unlike other boys
Indeed we were young; still in our teen
We cared differently like labyrinthine
And so we went on; not always serene
But this much is true, our love was pristine
-PRK-
Lautan biru luas terbengkalai
Di depan mata mu
Sedang memanggil
Haruskah kau coba tuk mengorak langkah
Dengan impian mu
Menghala ke depan
Kau rakus tapakmu sampai haus
Sindiran makin halus
Tapi kau macam paus
Melodi macam bagus
Teori macam status
Kau telah bertungkus lumus
Sampai terbungkus cita-cita
Yang kau tak mungkin cipta
Tanpa mereka, kau tak mungkin mereka
Ceritera pendeta
Dengan hanya sebatang pena
Kerna kau bukanlah sesiapa
Bukanlah karyawan terhebat juga
Kau cuma insan biasa
Dengan lidah yang mungkin berbisa
Oh!
Ploop ploop ploooooop!
We tend to misapply
Our hellos and goodbyes
We tend to horrify
Things with our private-eyes
We tend to fortify
Our needs and desires
And falsify
Our core testifiers
Reason being
Freedom is life
From everything
Anything's our co-wife
Courage is in need
When it's piercing like a penknife
We bleed when we bleed
But it's all in a strife
-PRK-
I want to write about experiences
My mounts and falls and compliances
My first love and its unjust halt
And how that love is still in my heart
And how I felt, leaving confusions
Trying to cotton on Confucius
I want to write about desires
My lust and needs and my aspires
My dreams and how they came about
And how they make me scream and shout
And how I cried my solitude
Trying to change my attitude
I want to write about my family
My honest thoughts on monogamy
My battle with polygamy
And understand siblings' rivalry
And how I screamed in silence then
Trying to still hold on to them
I want to write about my friends
My best support, showing no ends
My bitchy slaps and geeky craps
And how we abhor the squeaky traps
And how we always try our best
Trying not to leave one in a mess
I want to write about my thoughts
My divergence towards their thoughts
My virtually scholarly responds
And their judgment to that responds
And how I'd pose provocations
Trying to relate to the vocations
-PRK-
That whisper in the ear
When that figure reappear
Eager to steer
And thither a jeer
As it was a struggling chavelier
Never a cavalier
Forever an adhere
A treasure so sincere
Sincerely so gentle
Like a whispering temple
A plot in assemble
A blind drunk battle
Be it in the chapel
Or on the saddle
Astraddle, perhaps bedazzled
-PRK-
So I proceed
Like nothing was going to break my stride
I refused to leave anything untried
Even when some ties then became untied
I wished I wish for it to subside
Unfortunately I kept getting defied
At times even when astried
I begged for immunity to betied
But I was born partly fictional like Hyde
Cragfast between junction
Precasted between replusion
Classed between gumption
Confused between eruption
And oddity erection
But I did proceed
Towards that T junction in greed
A while later out of misread
Realised slowly I could mislead
And satisfaction wasn't guaranteed
-PRK-
That sophisticated taste
That elegant crave
That grinded bean paste
That desirable gaze
That scent so distinctive
That kick so addictive
That aroma so extensive
Damn, my tongue is selective
Slowly as it spills on the bar, I can't help but wonder
Slowly as it gets a little rough, the voices are getting louder
Didn't mean for it to get cold and rusty
Didn't mean for it to get old and dusty
But if this is what it has become
What is there to be done
Besides the big ride
After the big fight?
What is there to salvage
When the sheet is blank?
What good is the adage
When the gibe has changed?
Or should we go back to where we were
To the room where our emotions stirred
To the tree where the leaves never falls
To spool back and tussle the squalls
But to be in two worlds at once
Isn't something that can be done
For you and I were never one
Never was the pair for the oldest rum
But what is this feeling that has never disappeared?
Why is this feeling the most stubborn I ever smeared?
-PRK-
And so she sat on that chair
Confused and very inquisitive in her head
In that sullen space she felt stone-cold
Blindfolded; she couldn't see
The chair she sat on was colourful
The space she thought sullen
Was as bright with sunlight blazing through
Then she died knowing only darkness
And veneration for she wasn't allowed some light
Suchlike the idea of proper behaviorism
We are habituate to
-PRK-
Being human and compromising the four elements.
Earth is when the mind is constantly thinking
Wind is when the soul is constantly wandering
Fire is when emotion and lust constantly agree to disagree
Water is when we decide to let go in a certain degree
Good night, world.
