Once Ago, None In the End

I see rock chasing money prostitutes, cruelly hounding, cruelly conditioning
Them, yelping bitches tickled by the meager sparkle mounted by their honeys on their skinny fiddlers
Noses thrown high, sneer casting their eyes, screwing their heads in gluttonous disappointment
The glittering greed humping their eyes, howling their misled fortunes to the diamond chiseled skies
While the poor boys drudge their knees and calloused hands through a gold world
That teaches their wenches the value of love comes from the magnitude of a ruby, an emerald, a sapphire
They cry
The skimpy stones bewail only a glimpse of heaven and the giver's heart
And they peer their peers with jealous eyes, whose blinkers offer a life in Shangri-La
Gaudy broads riding the jeweled life, puffing and huffing about their handsome existence
Unknowing of the deadly squandering of their lives till a sickly, ill time on earth
A cancer spreading proudly itself to death a hollow anger angry at the only thing that cannot satisfy
Conditions set upon the lifetime vows they make, that turn around empty as the golden halos peel off into steel
Hideous monsters emerge from the darkened blinds of a foolish agreement the holy union made
An agreement thickened by the disgusting crown of royalty they see and want and eventually hold
Only to find the questions to life unspared, that leave them scouring the devil nights of pounding ecstasy
And now the crunch begins
They spill the streets for rushes and highs, and return the living room with smeared disguise
Shaking their junked up heads as they call it a day, a day they found the transient answers that show more than what their rubies could
That shine and howl the eternal vows, till death do they part, with their wills close to their hearts
And they, who yearn for the charmers all yellow and cold, with stiffened hearts studded with trinkets galore
Without anymore of the flooding bloody rage unstopping and floating up on rooftops stinging the wind with their sorrows
Madness eats them up
Banging their punches on the top of their heads in a whirl and their face holes tearing the skies with cries
Harping the indifference stuffing their pores, and fury burnt upon their throbbing brains
Bursting hyaenas, crumpled faces of frustration erupt the flawless night serving their trumpets of sins to the world
And all at once is finally washed out and immaculately poised to face the plunging thump to the screaming streets
The worldly eyes zombied and grey and tired, now feasting the cradling howling gust
Stare in ready deafness, hogging the affection of the wind and savouring it for the last time
Stare in lonely stone blindness from the heightened diving board honoured of a first jump
The race is on and the chill digs in, whacks through the nostrils and pulls out a first retarded frightened sigh
The body seeps the earth with a crunching metamorphose blow, digesting yet another unquenched stone chaser

In the time between sleep and wake, I saw a frame frozen in time, that told me of a silly deed I made.

Well I guess my words just find it difficult to be conceived...

I was poked by a messenger's inquisitions today, whose tidings will unfortunately be received in umbrage. I can't help but to face my eyes towards sympathy where my words get mistakenly appropriated. Words that stab my heart with rue. Words that lavish and festoon upon the chains of my past. My ties have been cleanly cloven by what I have said already. Do not rope me back with words of seduction for I do not wish anymore to kiss my recent past.

My composure sits. I express contrition. But the smarting of a vicious cycle thrusting and stinging my nerves is something I have no strength to repeat.

My remembrance of days of yore is diluted by something of a more potent capacity. A character native of my heart. A story that drifted on 5 erratic oceans, encapsulated in a bottle, braving whatever storms or calm there was to come. However, the bottle's anchored to shore and has been opened now. Storms and calm are over now. Just like your story is come to a close.

But even so if there ever was a ditty worded for you, they are merely words. No hidden message of a tryst eagerly waiting in anticipation to be decoded will be buried within. So I say, truly, let go. I have.

The Unfinished Ballad

There is a girl whose innocence is so tender
I'll bet she's the only one and there's no other
She raves about a boy and craves his attention
She's a cotton ball, a cloud who floats his direction
This girl is simple as a beautiful creature in the world
Whose only weakness is to give her all
She's partly human and wholly angel
And the rest of her just simply a girl

Well this boy she's been talking all about
He's young and obviously not seen enough
He loves her too but knows not how to love her
Cos he wants to see the world, his all's just ain't enough
When he makes her cry his heart dies and he's sorry
He sings his lullaby for her, now she's happy
But this is not enough for him for he's hungry
He wants to rule the world

Now it seems that he's been superficially dreaming
He feels the torrent emptiness waking
But still he tries to walk along the path hither
Towards the place where he finds his vigour
While he's busy being blinded by his romances
And other great things he's planned to do
This girl still waits aside silently
Till his heart flies back to her

In the midst of this burnin' confusion
And his constant contradiction
She grows tired of excuses he is making
His words and promises seem to be breaking
He flies to her and out again
And leaves her standing alone again
Now he sings his lullaby for her then she's happy
But it's only a brief phase

Now while the world goes on rotating
The sun and moon continues levitating
The graveyards busk silently in the constellation
And people go on living their own chapters
This story of the boy and girl that I've revealed
Will constantly go on in recurrance
So I tell you now don't keep in heart what you listen
Cos this story might not be real

SWEET DREAMS

Nothing in nothing, it seems
Might actually be something in nothing
That manifests something from nothing
Which really is something
So this, I guess, is something
That materializes from something
Which initially was developed from nothing
That was nothing in something
So, this something
Was always there in nothing
That created something
That multiplied into something else
Hoorah!

The scent of an angel drifts through my reminiscent graveyards. By and by, little beads of heaven will wash out the pangs that grated my heart. Cloud out whatever that boiled in me. Cloud out whatever that remains a blemish that drove my mind out into sewage recollections. I cannot help my own hands to write what i used to. But only to find the papers stained by a handwriting driven by love. Somehow, they only remain what they are now. Paper stains outlasting ironically the confessions they read.

Hunted down by my own atrocity, I know I need no more to gouge out my eyes to shroud the grief I have set upon myself. I smiled a smile that stayed too long. I smiled a murdered smile, holding back the axe with my head in the hood, picking up pieces of stones that fell along the way into the mire.

The scent of an angel has hidden itself from me where I no longer have the courage to stand up to my resolute grounds. And I cannot suffer the pains my legs receive when they trudge upon the fiery nails hell cannot even hold. And I get drunk on self pity, something that lodged into my intestines and unwilling to pass itself out, talons digging deep and stiff. Stiff from too long in limbo. And now it just decides poisoning me on self-deprecation shall more or less do the job. I get knuckled under.

Fairies leap their trips on their flutterers bounding. Spraying the emulated fragrances that cannot last long as they nose out. Skunk out. Rudely fuming hard nostril punches driving deep into a teary burn. They don't and will never meet on equal grounds. For they are merely fairies soon to wilt and crumble to sprinkle. Dissolving into an obscurity they never thought they'd end up.

An angel is unfairy. And I've wrenched her out. And I miss her...

Happiness is an angel

The scent of an angel has hidden itself from me. I smile a smile that stays too long and now it has become murdered. A smile that is murdered still smiles. But only now it is dead. Cos it's waited too long for the scent of the angel to appear again.

Remember that
God blesses you
and loves you in
all you do.