Visions

Visions

Visions from an open mind

Venture beyond pupils of a golden sight

How many of the white sheep understand

The confinement of their worlds that expand

Day by day, I see dismay

Creeping into their hungry hearts

Corrupting thoughts swim in their veins

Burning truth in all card games

They begin to roll the dice

Subconsciously believing in the lie

Allow the worlds to spit on me

Without haste, I write on with a certain light

Knowing that the weaker the wave

Seals the wisdom of my certain might

As I walk on with filth that they gave

For you can only remember and never duplicate me

Like a shooting star, my heart's far from your touch

Fool not but a passing cloud

As your pea-wits combine to disagree

These visions from my opened mind

Composed 0211hrs 08.04.07 under the influence of absolutely no alcohol nor drugs. It was from a clean and sober mind that has been attacked by low-grade fungus that missed out on all the fun in the world. In this case, it is already a bigger world that I am talking about. But yet these groups of parasites remain like 'black holes' in the outer space. It's all inputs and no outputs. Suck on others and hang them out to dry. Even a dark person like me is disgusted. Please keep those deeds away from God.

Born To Be Wild

A poem about a rock n' roll day of our lives. That day I got a new tattoo. My girlfriend got busted for drink-driving. We got high. And party with our mates till the crack of dawn. And we got higher. And it was already Sun-set when I pried open my sleepy eyes. And as usual, there was absolutely no hang-over. Born to be wild.

Born To Be Wild

They can't handle the poison like how I smile

They said that I was born to be wild

That I was brought forth by unnatural birth

And I was prophesied to be the curve

In all straight lines that don't matter

Except for those you take in to feel better

They said that I was born to be wild

Well I think they're just too mild

I don't do crazy deeds for I am insane

And my records hanged on me like the pride of a lion's mane

I used to have so much more fun when I was younger. Guess I was easily amused back then. But then again, I have also noticed something. I guess fun goes along with me, no matter where I go, I bring it along.

I'm Sorry

I'm Sorry

It's not that I don't mean it

It's not that I mean for this

Do you think that I am that mean

Or have my hows answer your whys

I am sorry

For I am not sorry for what I haven't done

A poem composed over a silly trip. May this be interpreted as an early apology or one that is un-called for or maybe, a warning sign in an artistic and sophisticated manner. Explore your inner-self and discover the dark side of you. This poem is also dedicated to the motherfuckers out there who were out to get me. I'll see you in hell.

Once there was this rock n' roll band rollin' on the streets. Time went by and it became a joke. We just needed more and more fulfilling. Uh-huh. Time went by and it all went up in smoke. But check it out. -Pretty Tied Up (Guns N' Roses)