Emotions?

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-

Tyke Folie

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

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.

The Missing Mechanism

Spruced up for hookups

Some dough and a hookah

She thinks she's living it

But he knows she'd die out

Because she lost her way,

Confused in the day

Can't breathe in the night

Ugly things on their way

New ballgame to play

Screwed verses that sways

Dejected, conflicted by ideas of being gay

She's desperate for peace

His lust isn't at ease

She needs to make money

While he is the beast

Some do it for fun

Some do it to survive

Trust they tried to run

But violent is fast

Bashed up to stay up

Or else she needs to pay up

To make up for the rescue

She's controlled to stay laced up

And this thing called whoredom

Isn't a life without boredom

It's a life without condom

She'll kick a bucket at random

No commiseration

Yet she's the apportion

To those who stick dicks
Shove it in without passion

A woman and a child
And a man of the wild

Nobody would know
When life is on trial

But heaven is true
Desperation is too

That heaven on earth
Puts us in the blue

Now she was just a child
Who's a mother to a child

But there was no child life
When he brought her to the wild

A father in the name
A guardian by right

But his shit is full of shame
A monstrous kind of life

-PRK-

The Liberal Runway

Some are liberated by nature

Some are liberated by force

Some are liberated by lifestyle

Some are liberated by law

Some are liberated by peers

Some are liberated by fashion

Some are liberated by emotion

And somehow that deliberately becomes a devotion

And the most vulnerable form of expression

Because cashmere is overpriced

Denims; they never die

Silk is rarified; not made for all eyes

And brands are just brands but styles can be a lifestyle

Like how Levi's is just Levi's;

Be it from the Levi's outlet or a thrift shop

So does La Senza and the likes of it, in a matter of seconds, the fabric will drop

Because some dress to impress

Some dress to express

While some dress to detest, the rest dress to undress

Be it a liberated woman or the saint of all sinners

Or a corneous man or the devil of all preachers

-PRK-