DA PERFECT VOYAGE OF THIRST....

BREEZIN THE OOZE OUT.....

It came out like a river once I let it out
When I thought that I wouldn't know how
Held onto it forever just pushing it down
Felt so good to let go of it now
Not wrapping this in ribbons
Shouldn't have to give a reason why
It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow
I can't believe that I stayed till today
There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow
There's nothing here in this soul left to say


The husky voice of daughtry echoing in my ear plug, I realize, it's really not at all a surprise that I won’t be here tomorrow!!!!!!!!!! The melody of no surprise was still chording my ear, when I was doing the talking with daughter of god. When you are deep drowned in a book, the eyes do all the pain staking effort. Lying back in the back seat of the car, talking to my eyes and listening to the songs of C.D. MC...... And in every break of the leafing over, I continued taking a glance of the landscape I was entering into. Everything seemed to move in perfect unison with each other. I was determined to let seth reach his destined zoe when the car took a full turn and dropped the book from my hand. The next minute, I go to the book but the boulevard took over my eyes to do the widening. It held rows of difference.... rubber in neighbor with durian sharing the boundary with cotton... and magnificently the drinking tree stooping out its branches for a sip in the pond. nature was perfectly aligned in par with beauty... all I needed at that moment was to become a Japanese again...at least that’s the perfect version of a tourist....
.I share my part of the daylight with the sea... the ushering waves of the mighty sea. All I could see was the endless stretched blue blanket on the earth. Craved at the farthest point; a perfect horizon for the orange setting sun. The lashes of the waves beating against the smooth rocks sent a splash of sea all over me. I wished I could be there for a long time… waving at the great ships that were released from the harbor or the yachts hooked onto the marina. The little mouse island was a peculiar looking island with overgrown mosses and multiple small trees. I can enjoy the view from the balcony of the condo where I was put up that night.

The cool breeze from the sea sent a quiver of thrill in you. I could have had a greater view if not for the tall building that blocked the view in the middle…. Wish I can do something about it…
Every rising tide devours the might of the shore....is this truth a necessity or the fall before the dawn??????
i listen to the wind of change and i hear neither the cry of the past nor the sobs of the present.... future lies miles away, within my very present...
I cared to lend my trifile ears to the submerging faith of the heart that weeped to the  resentment of the of the days gone by... I mystified my trust with the arousing expectancy of the void.... those were the aroused tide, but with every new wave, the sea unfolds a dynamic truth....
so i devour in the might of the vast sea to feel myslef
" A DIP IN THE SEA"....
but DROP BY DROP IS THE WATER POT FILLED.....
The Sea is not an option, it is adhered to it,,,,

A DOSE OF CLAUSTRAPHOBIA... makes u realise the worth,,,,

ALL DA VILE.... TRESSIN THRU PENANG....

Hmmm... the mirroring clear lake that

enchanted the trees to stoop down for a drink....

the avenue of drinking trees made the ride more intimadated to nature...

The fisrt dawn, that i witness after ages of sleep.....

i had tried to sneak out in the night but it was

 whole damn filled with people. no space for parking also.

but the morn added magic to the rolling wheels...

the view was great and above all the first rays of sunlight touched my brow...

trailing the whoel day filled with warmth and love....

MARISH NITE MARE//////

OH!!!!... its freakin meh out.... da high xplosion of heat in da head... gosh.... have 2 reconsider, whether m 4 da buks or da buks r 4 meh??????????????
xam tym.... is my coma stage... nothin goes in the head n nothin comes out on da paper.......
can i change da white sheet 4 a black sheet????????? after all its just a shit.... wats da big deal????????
CULD went okie,,,, xpect 4 some mpty slots vich i filled wid my own interpretation.....
BUSINESS MATHS,,,,,,, i ll manipualte.... 2 da xtent dat i dnt recognize da new outluk.....
THINKING SKILLS......gosh my thinking skils is just nil... c'mon m not meant 4 thinkin... so whr wil da skils come 4om?????????? sbd gimmme a thinkin tip.......................
FOOD SCIENCE AND SANITATION....okie... now sth i can do about it.... coz it's al abt food...af8r alll...but y da lecturer olwez give da toughest heck 2 it.... she is just like.. da encyclopedia... ranging her hygiene 4om da PM 2 da cornest corner of da street... u kno... da earth is neva meant 2 b clean... so wat is dat  fuss all abt????????????
ACCOUNTS................... it just kills my pills n bills... apartin 4om killin my brainless brain..........
profit n loss.. all centered around da capital of tym n mega bugs/////////////// hope i can handle........... my fingers r not meant 4 countin dose lumsome sums..///// thy r 2 feeble 4 dat...
but luckily i can do some magic wid acc.///
dis nitemare ll end by friday......................
DAT GIVES MY SATISFACTION.... UNTIL I ENCOUNTER DA MARKS SHEET.....

CAN ANYBUDY GIMME A TITE KNOCK ON MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED SOLACE IN MY OWN FEAR>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

FACES OF AGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Deep buried eyes…
Hollowed with age n adventure…
Streams of tears have curved in2 pool of reminiscence…
The edges of fear have narrowed the transcend of time…
The claustrophobic socket has been over looped by the curtains of eye lid…
Last it a while long, the anxiousness of time has never left the eyes…
Eyebrows still rise at the foot step of an intruder…
But the lines of curiosity stretch far beyond the wide absconding turf.
Sliding down the downy stairs, beckon for the turbulence…
With age, the passage of air has blocked to the winds of fury…
Calm the impending cyclone of fear, the breeze can coil out the violence…
Mustn’t you rush at the cry of the flagging voice…?
Rather trail the bleating sobs, lest it lead you to the den of cries……
Hear out for the last cry of the slumbering soul….
I rest here to witness the flawing voice of a man, grief stricken…
One moment …… more…
Give a glance to the tethering strands of WHITE….
Adorning the bivalve of the vocals, bust out the fail whiskers
Stranding the un- kneaded locks of era………
Pause your thought on the moment of reflection…
Clear as the crystal in the light of reality….
Follow the story of the wrinkled groove…
Every furrow has a narration to be made…
Lend your ears to the stiffened soul….
You can hear a feeble cry; Magnifying amplitude….

Give a moment chase to the AGE…..
That IS drowning with age….

C DA CLARITY OF UR FACE... CUPPED IN UR OWN HANDS!!!

IS DIS TELLIN U 2 TURN UR FACE AGAINST DA WORLD???????????
feel da plight of ur feelin wen u think like dat... m sensible enuf 2 let u kno ...dats no emo @ all... clear as crystal...
ur face cupped in ur own hands... dat tells how much u strength u hve regained 2 embrace ur oddity!!!!!!!!!
m a familiar face 2 my own hands...  i feel closer 3 my flesh n skin wen i distress out my tears on2 da strong plams...
                 IT'S ANODER WAY OF LETTIN U KNO URSELF BETTER!!!!!

Poem by an African.... Awesome..
Nominated 2005... for the best poem...

When I born, I BLACK,
When I gow up, I BLACK,
When I go in sun, I BLACK,
When I scared, I BLACK,
When I sick, I BLACK,
When I die, I STILL BLACK........

And, You WHITE FELLA,
When you Born, you PINK,
When you grow up, you WHITE,
When you go out in sun, you RED,
When you cold, you BLUE,
When you scared, you YELLOW,
When you sick, you GREEN,
When you die, you GRAY......

AND YOU CALLING ME COLORED???????????

UNDER DAT ROUND DOME....

MAGNIFY DA PACE OF UR HEART BEAT WID UR UNBEATEN STEPS!

DROPS OF TEARS RAIN 4OM DA BRIM OF DA UMBRELLA...

U WALK ALONE IN DA NOWHERE DIRECTION...

MUDDY WID DA THOUGHTS OF UR TEARS.....

TAKE TYM 2 PONDER OVER DA VEINS OF DA TEARS..

UNDER DAT SHELTERING DOME...

BENEATH DOSE IRON VEINS...

U CAN KEEP URSELF DRY 4OM DA RAININ BLEEDS..

JUST HAVE DA HEART TO OPEN UP DA THOUSANDS HEART

DAT FLOWS DOWN 4OM UR HEART!!!!!!!!!

ALL WEL WID DA DRIPPIN RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAT SHAKESPHERE MUST HVE NARRATED….

TYMS HE WAS STIL ALIVE…

DELIVER IT 4OM TASHY…………..

4om da initiation 2 da enunciation…

Hmmmmmm…….

High 4 da lfy dat flew miles above da ground…

onli 2 realise da 9th cloud was just beneath their ground…

Cradled in da arms of love n anger…

Sad yet contended, wild yet subtle…

Make it a point 2 pin point da biggest mistake,

M short 4 my finger…

Take da lite 2 think of da bigger victory…

Ma finger's, diminutive…

I think of da tym I stood by da giggling river…

All was stil wid da flowin wind…

Da River let its cry, cry louder…

Da sand ushered past my back…

Beneath my feet, da ants sheltered 4 homes…

Da dark cloud arose its anger, high…

Da sky showered its tears all over meh…
Da river pitched its cry a bit more dripping…
So swiftly da river took its course;
welcomin more drop of tears…
da wind calmed down wid da waverin drizzle…
all in da midst of procession,
I stood still wid….
da wind dat whispered 2 meh da might of its storm..
da river dat changed its swift…

da cloud dat darkened my sight…

da sky dat sodden my tears…

I wait 4 da tym 2 lift meh by…………

I sit still n I m cradled in my own arms…
Warm 4 da heart dat was cold from solitude…

Cosy 4 da cold dat enveloped my dammed form…

I shiver a bit n I fall back in da bed of da earth…

Hard yet soft 4 da stiffened body!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL THOSE MOMENTS WILL BE LOST IN TIME

AS THE TEARS IN THE RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

sth abt da luk in my lfy...........

i hve walked da lane of becomin a dame..

i neva had da map of livin 2 live by it..

i just strol by n things land in their own chord

vich may b appealin or da odervise side of da story,,,

m olwez @ da heart of myself..

so i drown myself in da ocean of my thoughts

n l8r regret placin myself beneath da bottomed layers of possible suffcation..

m a bit ideolomatic but m f9 @ dat///

coz every cross in lfy is nothin but da cross @ ur own frowns

i stil whisper 2 da deaf n da dumb

i silently luk thru da eyes of da blind

m not hapy coz i miz da innocent laughter of joy........

n m stil happy coz i haven't encounterd myself wid da saddest of all

I COMPLAINED OF NOT HAVIN SHOES,

UNTIL I SAW A MAN WIDOUT FEET....

LFY TEACHES IN ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am only one,

But still I am one.
I cannot do everything,
But still I can do something.
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do
The something that I can do.


And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years.
Deliver me from writers who say the way they live doesn't matter.
 I'm not sure a bad person can write a good book.
 If art doesn't make us better, then what on earth is it for.
I love my past.
 I love my present.
 I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and
 I'm not sad because I have it no longer.


Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead.
When Death claims the light of my brow,
No flowers of life will cheer me: instead
You may give me my roses now

You need someone loyal!

People have let you down since forever and you

have always been left by yourself.

Your life spark is now barely flickering and there is a

big feeling of emptiness and hopelessness.

You don't know what to do anymore in your

life and everything has a sense of

meaningless to it.

Though you're not only sad,

 you also carry hate and many grudges on people.

You have a hard time letting people in,

but with your history you don't even

desire that so much anymore.

As if you were born into a world of tears,

you look at the darker things in life.

Drawn to things like the occult and mysteries,

 you spend your time daydreaming.

You are lonely on the inside.

You feel you have no one.

You are quiet on the outside

 but crying on the inside.

I WAS MORE DAN AMAZED 2 KNO DAT THY DWELL IN HERE......

I NARROWED DOWN DA CURVE IN2 DA LOOP!

DA WATER DOES DA SPEEDING!!!!!! MY LAST TRIP ...

I REMEMBER WELL.... ATISA MONASTERY N VILLAGE....

I HAD HEARD IT 4 DA 1ST TYM N BEEN THR 2 GET NAUSATED WID DA HIGH ALTITUDE!

m a born child of yesterday!!!!!!!!

 dats y wat 2day has 2 offer meh, i can;t just take 2 da interest of my living...

wen dis very 2day becomes yeasterday's 2moro,

i cherish it 2 da core dat 2day feels short @ living!!!!!!!!

living in da present is sth i had n have 2 learn a lot abt...

 often i rest in da konfusion of wat'z next???????

bt deep within i kno dat m anticipatin every 2moro as my gud day!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 finger's olwez crossed 4 dat optiomismtic emo!!!!!!!!!!!!

well, less dan far,

 grasses r not green on da other side of da fence!!!!!!!!!

 i take dis wid da humility of my own good self 2 get it alarmed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but hope neva dies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

meh in ma empty words!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i m a soul residing in da body of someone called meh!!!!!!

live under the skin of borne love and arosed anger...

m a baby crawled under the skin of flesh...

m a drop contained in the pool of the universe...

m nothing but a soul migrating from one body 2 another..

m but a worthless being of substance...

i cry wen i m not supposed 2...

i smile wen i m weary of haplessness...

n i laugh a hearty when i feel i wil b good at dat point of time...

eyebrows ll surely raise...

but i kno m deep drown in da pool of their eyes....

such is a tale i tale 2 many of da few....

i m but myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BACK AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!

The sea has no songs;
the wind does not remember you;
the moon does not understand anything.

you fear and your aversion too
are perfectly fine.
if you cry or you don't, doesn't matter.
just leave it-we are at home already.

white smokes in the fields.
In the bundled wreckageglow and clamour united.
Our sacrifice has lured fearout of its ambush.
Everything resounds
like the space inside the swinging bell.!