The love haters' blues

Learn to love to hate
and to hate even more
so then it'll become a plague
a generation of solitude
Wasted on amphetamine
and free of all knowledge

In a floating world
incandescent and absurd
effortlessly mundane
the heartfelt sorrow
of the messed up citizen
but that's OK
live life and let die

The altar of melancholy
a love tale of untold misery
the eternal desire hopelessly
love lorn and stupid act of bravery
is love alive?
is love a lie?

An anthology of missed connections, despairs and the ones that got away.

A conversation with myself...

I used to be in a constant state of denial
a nonacceptance of the matter of existence
essentially repulsing the thing that hurt the most
Rejecting the very norm of traditional living
I have a hard time moving on with eternity

And now I am contradicting myself
a repugnant remnant of my yesteryears
unable to reminisce, imprinted and set in stone
perpetually impugning the truth of the present
a defense mechanism, another lie i told myself
Deceit is a safe place for the fragile spirits

Eventually this farce would reach a point of no return
a boundary and a threshold of the amount of pain one could bare
leaving me unconcealed, pulling away my blanket of incognito
to face this thing we come to know as the reality of the human noise
and be a better person

Janji

semalam aku berjanji
pada kata yang sering bermain helah
seteguh benang yang basah
hanya penuh dengan kosong
tiada intipati
hanya intuisi yang serong
mencalit cela
melahirkan pertanyaan
yang membawa aku ke sini
di selubungi bayang keraguan
janji mu
hanya sehebat
kata kata dibibir merah mu
dusta yang berlapis manis bicara
bersulam senyum tawa yang menggoda
direka untuk memukau
kecamuk jiwa pria




 

I am at a loss for words

Written under the influence of cannabis tobacco.

  

Darkness falls

as the confusion sets in

there's a rumor brewing in the west

of hallucination bring forth by a substance

illicit dreams with the strike of a match

giving life to limitless imaginations 

slowly obliterate free will

  

and yet here I am

and all I wanted was her

the only substance to complete me

keep me going through this motion

in the city of three eyed creatures

watching my every move, like a sentinel

save me from my own make believe perils

  

empty winding roads filled with goblins and trolls

and men without eyes blindly stray towards the edge

there in the corner, stand a lonely princess

looking at me as i'm watching her

big blue eyes hiding her bereavement 

her piercing gaze, firm yet exquisite

no orcs of the west would dare to face such beauty

and I am mesmerized, turning into a statute 

I tried to hide my stare

Hidden in plain sight

so there I wait

a reluctant figure, frozen in time

waiting for the princess to free me

from the clutches of the evil empire

slowly creeping from the west

#stuckinlove

Written under the influence ofcannabistobacco

forging an inadequacy

Slowly suffocate

in a world of hate

half dead existence

merely a consequence

and not nearly of any essence

but we will be just fine

perfection is not all about being complete...