A birthday party with a band,
A child enjoys every cent spent.
Somewhere else in a poorer land,
Women wonder where their husbands went.

A six foot sloth lies on a couch,
Eating away abled muscles.
A six year old sits in a slouch,
No control over his muscles.

Blasts and bodies in a tango,
Fear throttles gun totting puppets.

I sit in silence with a mango,
Playing Halo on my TV sets.

Rain
If wasting water were a sin,
Then why is earth God's rain dustbin?
This beast i ride eats earth's deep gold,
Rains bloody suicide i behold.
Like fallen angels; they are one,
Repeating as though it's such fun.
From such gruesome deaths come such art;
A seven coloured ribbon, and,
Clouds that are drawn by Gods right hand.


Make up
Red!
Blue!
Black!
Purple!

All different shades and different hues,
Unclear to what glare this craft imbues.
Facial war paints of this century,
The self conscious, fear, these bury.


Distant memories of the past,
Didn't know, this long, they could last.


Behold.... ME! The durian head king!
Now all i need is my royal bling.


Wed no man who's prettier than you.
Who would give his life for his shoe.

Stole my heart,
Right from the start;
This forbidden art:
Affairs of the heart.

These love sick pangs i try to avoid,
In your mind my name's...














Void.

As clouds are white,
Night skies dark blue,
Nothing's as pure,
As i see you...


Sympathy for the proud.
For they're about to fall...
A requim for the living.
For their days will end...
Forge a sheath for a pen.
For its work may be a life spent.

A bridal gown, virgin white pure.
Black eyes, and mistaken sorrow.
A modern knight did she allure,
years of love like no tomorrow.

Let every star in the night sky,
Be my love i try to imply.

Lights and sounds, loud as bored babies.
Two let loving silence unfold.
A room of just akined bodies.
Two souls lost in their own world.


His Sakura nas now bloomed;
An exquisite bud he has groomed.
She ebbs from his branches,
And grows her own branches.
As she may hardly return,
He sheds a few leaves in return.


Sitting in an octogen with blood kins, I don't belong.
I welcome fatigue, and the land i won't feel wrong...


In this crowd i feel alone.
How i wish i was in that guy's place instead.

In this crowd i feel alone.
How i wish i was in that gal's place instead.

I am the Good. I am the evil.
I'm lead by the Angel, and the Devil.
She is my Angel and spring her kind.
He is the Devil and spawns his kind.
Both of them are in my mind,
And i see them kissing from behind.
A fire burns and slowly builds.
Like an amber in the stone.
Like the gas in the stomach.
Like a tiger in his cage...
The lava of the volcano!
THE DAGGER OF THE JOKER!
THEY ARE READY TO LASH OUT!
And to take down all thats about!
No one's talking but i hear a shout...
Rid the devil of his wings...
Don them to be there when the Angel sings...

Bastard. Rick wrote this. Good shit.

Love is like a lump of gold,
Hard to get, and hard to hold.
Of all the girls I've ever met,
You're the one I can't forget.
I do believe that God above,
Created you for me to love.
He chose you from all the rest,
Because he knew I would love you best.

Good aye?

" You are the sun and the rainbow,
I only see from my window.
The rainbows end's a pot of gold,
I'm chasing though i cannot hold..."

Wrote this shit long ago.... But i wanna show off

Fatigue dug trenches under her eyes,
fighting a fierce war with consciousness.
With her body as the battleground,
The inconsistent bombard of drowsiness
Weakeness the land, as consciousness starts to lose...


Our minds are like jackets.
Where compliments are like donation stickers...They fall of after a while.
Snide remarks cling on to your jackets like stains.
A galore of these stains will completely taint your jacket and cause you to lose it...
Get what i mean?


Children are very much like life insurance.
If any thing happens to you early, you don't get insured very well and your insurance is rendered useless.
If halfway the the policy changes, the insurance will leech you dry, with no rewards. Damn.

Time

There is nothing he has not seen.
If human, the oldest thats been.
We have given him many names,
Called him the judge in many games.
We have seen him crawl, walk and dash,
Fact is, his pace is never rash.
Most say that he will tell the truth,
Or eat away a missing tooth.
He robs the young of moments gold,
Left tracks on face of the old.
We paint his potrait on a clock,
And to Dorian Gray, they both mock.
Lovers pledge in his name and life,
Just like the vows of man and wife
But our friend here travels alone,
And never can we hear him moan.

A sail of the finest form
May not match the fiercest storm.

A rose of the sweetest scent,
Cannot thrive on this cement.


Grandmother's days are now numbered.
Having spent half her life slumbered.
She must haved lived a fruitful youth,
Then suffered raising the uncouth.
Tales of her years in her wrinkles,
And time gave her hair white sprinkles.
Draconian to the defiant,
Yet she's treated like a servant.
Her gifts, some took so long to see,
Some modern ' Savants', just like me.
So will there be a chance to gain,
Shelling eggs with Grandma again?


Seventeen years i've survived,
And i have seen ugliness thrived.
Consuming.
Feeding.
Ugliness leeching off beauty.
Savouring.
Lusting.
For flesh pleasures and vainity.
Mainly self satisfactory.

Ugliness akined to Evil.
Leering.
Laughing.
To acknowledge such evil grin,
Yet do naught to atone is sin.
I laugh.
I laugh?
This Evil... ... Is human.
Is me.

Brothers in arms
The army made us men. the war heroes.
Given a mere medal for entering german gallows.
We may win the war, but lose millions,
As the land fills with blood by gallons.

Concieved into war by a plane that crashed,
For intruding, Motars, the germans lashed.
Just for surviving i was promoted.
So what? Half my squad got decimated.

Doubled as husbands, tripled as fathers.
Some never did say goodbye to mothers.
In families, a father they now lack,
Some lament the white should'nt moan the black.

As my comrades fall and die,
I sometimes can't help but cry.
But no matter how we fall to german fire arms,
We may die, but lived as brothers in arms.

Thursdays turmoils, Twelve's terror torture tired trite-sters.

Headache
The hammer pounds, and repeats.
a steady drum with its thunderous beats.
Though my head's no anvil or drum,
It's like a sailors head after too much rum.

Hardogei
Pave a way for Hardogei,
Don't make him go " Sei sei sei!".
The follow up's a must,
His infamous pelvic thrust.
He means no harm, clad in black,
For his "gay-ety", is no lack.
There're times when he's not careful,
He just shrugs it off with a " Hooo!".
I'll trade my pants any day,
For gay shorts, Like Hardogei!


As i lay in bed each night,
My mind cannot shake off this sight
Of a certain brown skinned beauty,
Living a life people pity.

This is not a rosy future,
that i'll give her for sure.
So if i cannot hold my lust,
To start abhoring her's a must.

Wasted wednesdays.

Mastering english is no simple feat.
but there's nothing in this world, we can't beat.
With this, i can but just wish you good luck,
And the next rhyming word i find is... Duck?


As you tug the draw strings of my heart,
My heart closed up as you want more.
One day you just tore it apart,
And rubbed salt on my wounds so sore...

tuesday thrash

I wish to lay on our patch work of love.
Let our fruits and pains be sewn in this quilt.
Yet when we lay we'll both feel like a dove,
For we made this bed and quilt without guilt.

monday midnight emo-ness

When the clock strikes twelve, and the sun is down,
My table lamps light makes my mother frown.
Curse this time inspiration comes around,
My pencil and breathing's the only sound.


I don't expect to kiss your lips.
It's so precious i'll take in sips.
Though i'm young, the brink of youth,
I think sex for love is uncouth.
I'll still offer to hold your bag,
After your hair greys and skin sag.

No more "I"s. This is for you.

If my life's a song,
You are my rhythm.
Without you, this life,
Cannot prolong...

Shit this shit is broken....

Summer's breeze in a winter's wrath
Hell splits for you a hvn'ly path
Angel when i face my demons
Rules against you are called treasons
Igniting my spirit when doused
Freedom's wings for those gloom housed
A friend when the world's our fiend,

How to say these free like the wind?