At Times, A Cuppa

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-

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-

That Strange Thing

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-

Questioned The Charioteer

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-

My First Love

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-

Diabolus

I tried to picture how that's possible
Tried to equate with that parable
I told myself it'll be implausible
That massacre in my head is just horrible

It's just too nauseous to put my finger on it
It's too malicious to put my feelings to it
He's been feeling exquisite with his fingers in it
Quite an exhibit though if the board was on it

But the walls were up, the thorns were out
Her voice was gone, something to live without
Slowly she started to bleed down the walkabout
She was plainly nothing but a forged devout

For the tingle she had to soothe was that of a saint
A saint to the public who triggered off the pain
In the drape, he was a diety who appeared so plain
Hadn't it been his crusty coat, he'd melt in the rain

But the story goes as the artiste shows
How the stanzas grow with its tingling claws
That the truth, now and then is in front of you
It's a matter of time for it to breed in you

For the one you anticipate isn't the one you need
When the one you abominate lifts you off your greed
As memory itself is merely a game
A game of trusting your inner tame

-PRK-

Lautan Biru

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!

Fly Birdie, Fly!

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

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-

Pecksniffian

The ground was hoed in such irate
Like an earthquake, it then began to wobble
In the thoroughly puzzled state
The folks then began to straddle
To reach that balance
To bleach that hate
To blend the variance
To keep that cape
But this is all we yearn for
The yearning that was never done for
For often what we live for
Isn't really what we breathe for
Answer me now, why so bias?
Answer me now, why all this chaos?
Enlighten me now, this promised 'us'
Make clear to me now, this egocentric thrust
Or should I craft my law, enfold you in thread
For this antagonism has been sowing threat
At dusk, as I lay down, it was perfectly written
But at dawn, the sonata seems completely different
Surprised, I was not
Surprised, I am not
For it is a necessity
To necessitate a spurious harmony
For the lies, we have faith in
Is the time that we invest in
So say the charlatan preacher
Whose convictions are sinking deeper

-PRK-

All That Jazz

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-

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-

That Coffee

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

Urges, Ferocious

These are my urges
I get crocked when I want to
I speed up and talk crazy when I want to
What they do has no links to my haiku
Because when I rhyme, I speak truth - at least I tried to
In my bed I used to wonder how far I would go
I used to worry about my laces and shoe soles
I used to get really scared when noon falls
Straight to evening and nothing to live for
So I decided to buck up and make a run
Left home with an unloaded gun
Every step I take pierced like broken glasses
But then again that's what I call classes
Because what I've learned has pushed me this far
Empowered by ego somehow raised my bar
That last option I secretly wished to happen
Tell you what, I don't care, I'll make it happen
Cos we all know we only live once
Do what you like doing is like good rum
Exclusive property to the world of dream
If one never gives up reaching for that cream
Deciphering desires can be a bit nasty
Building an empire is like ABC
Each letter represents different antics
Someday some will end up as antiques
And useless - that's no doubt I tell you
Talking loud but aimless at 32
Not referring to anyone really
But if it's you, pack your bags and leave the city

-PRK-