Bloom, The Gloom Tomb.

In sickness and...whatever.

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time is tidying, the tide is rising
roses bloom a tomb
fly, the dandelions, lions roaring
the leash has shrunk to gloom

free, my little bee, into the sea
little did it know
broken its wings and powdered his stings
death angel came to show

its, path.

silent, honey, my little baby
he chases those who cry
weep your bloody tears for others, maybe
he'll spare you a life

shush now, lady, your words are dear
to those who foresee you
a worn out missus hanging most to fear
the moment they come to

hunt you.

the southern train has arrived in vain
sent to ring a bell
for the northern deities begged you in pain
to finally go to hell.

Cahaya Bulan Lima.

Well isn't this stupid.

Cahaya Bulan Lima.

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sejuk mentari gemerlapan hujan turun di tengah malam, bimbang,

seperti ditelan cahaya; bulan terbang riang

sekali jarimu meliar mencari bayangan diri yang menghilang

seperti dimamah gelora; aku terbang girang

menanti tarikh keramat menghampiri kami yang tak mampu berlari

seperti menjulang peristiwa; hitam yang menghakis jati yang terpendam

layarlah pergi, raksasa rakus dikaburi kabus

tebal, hari, aku bertutur kata-kata yang meluluhkanmu

kelibat syaitan durjana meliputi jasad yang tak pernah bertenang

cukup dengan manisan syahdu, apa lagi makhluk yang menghantui ku?

terbiar, remuk terbakar lalu punah menjadi air mata berdarah

puas sekadar riak nista, berahi mengaum ke dasar dunia

larilah pergi, iblis mengikis rohani terakhir yang tergantung

sepi, aku teriak kata-kata yang menghancurkanmu.

menanti tarikh keramat menghampiri kami yang tak mampu berlari

seperti menjulang peristiwa; silam yang menghakis jati yang terpendam

layarlah pergi, raksasa rakus dikaburi kabus

tebal, hari, aku bertutur kata-kata yang meluluhkanmu

larilah pergi, iblis mengikis rohani terakhir yang tergantung

mati, aku teriak kata-kata yang menghancurkanmu.

sejuk mentari gemerlapan engkau turun di tengah malam, bimbang,

seperti ditelan cahaya; aku terbang, hilang

Platonic.

Rusty.

Sorry, I guess.

Platonic.

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chill to my bones

lie to me, you arsehole

feel me with your hands

see me in the sand

storming out of the dream

you wish to hold within

but i insist on you being

least worthy of my living

more than a quarter

of my daily life suffered

an untraceable

unbelievable

existence

the silence silenced still

the noise troubles at will

i need the feel of being alone

i feel the need of being a stone

i am more than a rock

i am the place you locked

the growing tree

you insist on having it killed

Stand up now child

your jungle is a crime

Agh this is embarrassing.

Hello.

I just want to write something.

Ok lies.

Dandelion Radio's DJ who goes by the name Mark Whitby is a living proof that the gremlin music my conscience produce, does bewitch people.

This past 4 months alone he kept slipping in a song of mine every bloody month during his session. Let's recap by month and song name.

1. August - The Groupie Song

2. September - Mother Nature and Father Man-Made

3. October - Delusional Honeymoon

4. November(yes, this month!) - God Loves Me

(I find it ridiculous direct-linking you to the ear-bleeding craps, but as if you'd ever click any of it, so)

If he's still cursed by the spell casted by them gremlins, the odds are he's going to play yet another around 10:50 AM December 5.

Of course I hope he will, it's the minute I was born!

But the odds are low. 4 is just too big a number.

And a repetition at that.

I told my whole family about it. And Mother gave me the best response in the midst of 'Link apa ni?', 'Macam mana nak dengar?' and 'Where can we find it?'.

Which is, 'I'm so proud of you, but don't forget your purpose of furthering your studies there.'

Of course, Ma. This is just a medium for me to fool around.

Sorry. For my conscience to maximise her gremlination.

Oh, did I mention I'm coming back this coming March?

Megagarbage.

Risky business, this is.

I'm talking about myself.

Megagarbage.

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my, beloved, will be...

building a thousand storey waste out of shame
and our money is going to be paid
for funding the erection of pride
that shall scrape the dust of sky
as we drain the blood from our brains
looking upwards as white fills our faces

just look at the land of waves
they rarely have the chance to be blamed
for they spent the earnings
on building better home to live in
their houses is twice smaller
than our common average dweller's
so please be downright ashamed.

please note that the place that you worship
the pyramids that has been built
brought no use to its beloved peasants' dreams
to have good reads,
better healthcare
and faster trains to their family
but then again it is your brilliant scheme

your brilliant scheme...

to suck the load of ransom out and far
to the private swiss bank account
that you will use to jet to a blissful life
when everyone backs away from your side
they say behind every powerful man
stand there a woman more powerful than
Chairman Mao, and look, he has the gang of Four

To rape the virginity of Tibet
Just like you bombing the already dead
Probably innocent young lass
Just because she has better ass
Than your sagging, tongue-in-cheek cheek
Than your sagging, tongue-in-cheek cheek

please note that the place that you worship
the pyramids that has been built
brought no use to its beloved peasants' dreams
to have good reads,
better healthcare
and faster trains to their family
but then again it is your brilliant scheme
we have no right to make it our fantasy
but then again we can send you out to the streets

Blatant Honesty.

There are more things you should know about moi.

Blatant Honesty.

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Bottom of the Earth is me

Pressing me to the core

Bottom of the sea is me

Washing me to the shore

Bottom of the pile is the most heartwarming story you've ever heard

Bottom of the sky is a guy who's willing to canoe 3000 miles

To a place he has never been

nor stayed in, nor even seen

AAAH! It is so bright

But it is chilly outside

Autumn is running very late

Having its last and final date

A one night stand with Summer

Before it leaves her out and kicks her

Aye, leaves turning colour

How I love this glorious atmosphere

There's the arsehole who stole my dime

There's the son of a gun who shunned with my pride

There's the douchebag of the day who went away with a sack of decapitated hands

There's the dead man's grave who burned, raped, tortured, tossed and turned

Many a lives in his years

Thank God he was suicidal

I have been blaming my cause of memory loss on running around and doing nothing wrong

Oh dear God give me the memory I lost when I was just a kid

It has been hours and not one single substance mingles in my hardened heart

How I would like to put the blame on the whisk of fame I earned

Drag me, force me to be a normal human being

Being self-righteously ill is just tiring

Bend me, break me into pieces of a normal being

Being a self-reliant monster is just a pressure so severe

My attention span is so short

Keep me in or have me deport

To my behated city

I wish those politicians were never here

"Bringing down other's houses

For our dear beloved spouses"

My criticism span is so long

I wished i hadn't brought it along

With me on this journey to yield

The passion in notion I've been craving

Bring me down on my knees

Let me pray and let me heed

Bring me down on my knees

Let me pray and let me heed

Bottom of the Earth is me

Pressing me to the core

Bottom of the sea is me

Washing me to the shore

Bottom of the pile is the most unreliable story you'll ever hear

Bottom of the sky is a senile young child who forgets where she put her own mind.

Blergh. Ergh. Ghh.

Sorry Laura. My conscience told me to do it.

(Butchered)Rest In The Bed - Laura Marling.