A Paradigm Shift Perhaps

After the storm and unavoidable turbulences
I wanted to sit quietly and enjoy my own company
Or perhaps sit in a tree and watch the world go by
But I too wanted to sleep under the stars with you
Live today, talk about the world
And have a quiet time next to you
Find that balance that we both are looking for
And memorise poems that we can relate to
I want to listen to my own heartbeat
And love without fear
Forgive and forget, and find clarity of thought
Here, as I walk this earth with you
A paradigm shift perhaps, when I finally meet you

-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-

That Background Story

Once upon a time when I was a young teenager
It was either Gawai or Christmas, I don't quite remember
It was after midnight, that's what I can recall
My cousin and I talked about the future and all
She asked me what will I be when I grow up
I always knew what I wanted but then I sat up
I told her "let me tell you a story I once read"
But it was all fabricated right in my head
She loved the story but there was no ending
As we both fell asleep, in fact she was snoring
The next day I woke up I don't remember what she said
But I told myself "that was a good book I read"
I used to feel like a shapeless shadow
Often I imagined myself a cruel black widow
Often I imagined killing those who gave me the look
Those who roamed around like a textbook
But it was that story that I told my cousin
A story so pure that gave me the reason
To craft my verbs without profanity
To mash up my stanzas of reality
To explore, express, impress and influence
To walk out of the room leaving a turbulence
For plans change but dreams never do
And I changed, owing nothing speaks of you

-PRK-

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-

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-