Shh..

At
Times
You
Just
Need
To
Express
Yourself
Economically

-PRK-

Bodied

Under the moon
Stars; the witness
Courneous voices
Silver rays, silver caresses
Scrambling to obey
Strength against weakness
Shuddering, grumbling
Hitting falsetto between shivers
Throats going dry
Screaming down to whispers
Grips getting tighter
Torsos lifted to the highest
And it drips, slowly catching breath, slowly retires
Such is the hungering desire
And a grand finale at its finest

-PRK-

Opaque

Enchanted by mystery
Charmed by the eclipse found in solace

Untouchable, warm and discreet
A whiff of secrecy wounding me so deep

So promiscuous when I close my eyes
Lost in fantasy, possessed by desire

Unrequited yet complacent
Ah! Astonishingly absurd

-PRK-

The Gothamist

Entranced by the new world, I forgot to tiptoe
It pulsed when I close my eyes
So spacious, so vulgar
And the loudvoiced presence of ambitions slowly assassinated me
I whispered to myself
The words of empowerment
The words of encouragement
But it was so fast, I couldn't detach myself
Slowly losing my wit
I am no God, am I?
I die.. I will perish
In a flash
Someday

-PRK-

Bebas

Soalan ku masih yang sama
Sentiasa berkaitan dengan ertinya cinta
Kerna aku sering dihantui dan sering dipermainkan
Oleh igauan usang
Seperti mereka, aku juga ingin bahagia
Seperti mereka, aku juga ingin meneroka dunia
Akan tetapi, aku sudah penat menanti
Semakin lesu, semakin segan dengan fantasi
Aku tarik nafasku
Dan aku yakin ini haluan yang harus kurentas
Yang harus ku tinggalkan agar aku bebas
Bebas kah?
Jawapannya hanya pada diriku
Setelah aku rentasi hutan dan jalan berliku itu

-PRK-

Theorem Unspoken

The poor are scrapping crumbs from the tables of the rich
Still struggling to afford rice, spice and tents to pitch
And the growing youth slowly dies in poverty
This, in the metropolis, is a permanent melody

It is not a landlocked country bordered by war
At least not bombs and guns and a bulletproof car
But moral decadence and perhaps policy diffusions
The fumbled communion and upsetting intrusions

And in this silence exist a loud shriek
Continuing to exacerbate until the last creek
Whitewashed, blinded and thrown into the labyrinth
And a decade of stagnation is not really a misprint

Perhaps a malefaction or a misperception
Between unspoken supremacy and a shivered weapon
But who would know what is wrong from right?

Who would have the will to watch what might?

Better yet, who would speak up and lead tonight?
To uphold the truth and once more write?

Or will we all scorn and lock jaws in fright?

Or sell our souls to the fore on sight?

-PRK-