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-

The August Plot

Though the voice was somehow silenced

The soul was resilient

As the wish was obeisant

And the act was independent

Despite the stifles

The wrathful riffles

Gushing through spirals

Playing against the snivels

Flouting the agony

Drowning the ecstasy

Murdering the spawns

Mistreating the fronds

Still the shrieks were garish

The riles were robust

Engrained fear in our nemesis

Smothered them, brewed them powerless

Happy 57th Independence, Malaysia

-PRK-

That T Junction

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-