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Unfortunate

Composed with the American Poet last night. Under the influence of coke and tomato juice.

Unfortunate

If this is the case of what she says

Wouldn't you be the one who runs away

Has this happen to you more than just once

Or are you depriving yourself by giving her a chance

Years and years of empty times

Amount to nothing but a gentle whisper

Did you deal with it fine

Or did you leave it like I did, mister

Same boat, different era, we were in

Unfortunate we have been

Suicide

Suicide

Let him cry

O let him die

Let the child listen to the sigh

Lead him to what he wants to find

Play not with his heart nor mind

For suicide is where his answers lie

Composed with Kurt Cobain. I met him last night. We shot up enough heroin and we came out with three lines each. R.I.P. Rock in peace, Kurt.

Your Color Of Death

Your Color Of Death

The fields you cross were once green

O' What color of death you bring

Saying what you've said

Playing in my head

I must have been dead

A long long time ago

O' What is the color of your death

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)

The Seventh Hour

The Seventh Hour

In the seventh hour, the servant bowed

The feast for beast was devoured, the serpent smiled

In the seventh hour, the mirror uncovered

What has been concealed was revealed and discovered

All in the seventh hour

Good things turn sour

And it really blew my groove. It was Chopin, Mozart, Beethoven. It makes me wanna scream. Bach, Tschaikovsky, violins. Turn it off, that ain't my scene. Well I'm sorry girl, here's my confession. -Let's Get Rocked (Def Leppard)

Come Back Down

Adopted from a journal baptized by tears.

Come Back Down

Why did you pursue the clouds

What tune should I sing

You're so high up and so proud

Maybe I should not even think

But how can I soar like you did

Did you lose yourself on your way up

Was it you or was it just greed

Come back down and get to your mark

Let's start over again

Come back down and make me sane

Is it over? Cos I'm blowin' out the flame. Take a walk outside your mind. Tell me how it feels to be the one who turns the knife inside of me. Take a look and you will find there's nothing there girl. -Hole In My Soul (Aerosmith)

Russell's Fight

My imaginary friend, Russell, killed his father. A taboo in our conversation was crafted into a poem for your reading pleasure.

Russell's Fight

His struggle was lonely

His pain, he felt

His anger was under the lamp

Burn in flames like in hell

The darkness penetrates his light

It is all in Russell's fight

This is the end. Beautiful friend. This is the end. My only friend, the end. Of our elaborate plans, the end. Of everything that stands, the end. No safety or surprise, the end. I'll never look into your eyes again. Can you picture what will be? So limitless and free. Desperately in need of some stranger's hand in a desperate land. -The End (The Doors)

Can't

Can't

I can't remember to forget her

Yet I can't forget to remember hurt

And your mother loves your father. Cos she's got nowhere to go. And she wonders where these dreams go cos the world got in her way. What's the point in ever trying? Nothing's changing anyway. -Acoustic #3 (Goo Goo Dolls)

Fishes In The Pond

Mental status: Tipsy

Composed under the influence of alcohol and drugs. Rocktober has came and gone. And even though the moment has passed me by, I still can't turn away.

Fishes In The Pond

The fishes in the pond has came

In search for the whispered fame

Their eyes are opened yet they see not

For wisdom has been long lost and not fought

For vision has fell short in the distant dream

Almost everything is not what it seems

Yet we act like fishes in the pond

Pretending that we are in the sea

Been dazed and confused for so long, it's not true. Wanted a woman, never bargained for you. Lots of people talk and few of them know, soul of a woman was created below. Yeah! You hurt and abused, tellin' all of your lies. -Dazed And Confused (Led Zeppelin)

Echoing Silence

Composed with Timothy John Smith on 6th of September 2006, at 2043hrs, over coffee and cigarettes.

Echoing Silence

Echoes of voices once passed

Memories of a future once believed

All but a thought that didn't last

Yet the fire of life burns from deep within

Remember days of skipping school, racing cars and being cool. With a six pack and the radio, we didn't need no place to go. -Never Say Goodbye (Bon Jovi)