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-

Doleful Devotee

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-

Ocean Breeze

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-

Comatose

Puffed a bit of ganja for I was quite curious
Then I imagined a panorama of God getting furious
For I have caused a propaganda in my mind; so glorious
After I wrote a little saga of a blind and a dubious
When the raga was playing so lustrous and melodious
About a drama with a chapter of a tantra so mysterious
Skin to skin, pant after pant, nothing skipped notorious
Like karma in the plaza making things so atrocious
And there was a mantra of love making me envious
Indeed only a Java can hype me to my wakefulness
For this sonata of a ganja is drowning me to my helplessness
For the Jasper has no whip to lather my loneliness
And I'm still searching for that mysterious voices
Those which I only hear under such influences
So I puffed another roll of that sweet seductress
To go back to where that mantra guide me through the darkness

-PRK-

Saviour

Once - a song was written with the image of Romeo and Juliet
In a world and such era of bedecked perfection and booty sweat
Appalled - the pencil stopped, realising it spells regret
"Walk away," it said. "Leave the movie set."
Supposed it was just my train of thought and rain of chafe

Messing about with the grammes of my sanity half

And my length of forbearance stays my greatest craft

Before the big vent object to the cockeyed raft

Though when the sun comes up, it ceased momentarily

The crimson weave is staying everlastingly

Uninformed how butterfly is supposed to feel like

And the moving picture is never coming to real life

Was it love or was it just a state of mind?

And will this riant song and dance ever be mine?

-PRK-