Tuesday, February 23, 2010

sumpah

Apa ada dengan sumpah jika ku setia padamu?
Jika sumpahku hanya untuk hari ini?

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Past King

I feel living in the past of two hundred years ago,
Well, that man owe my respect,
I gave him so I lose mine,
Now I live in a world created by him.

It's an unfair thing that I could tell when I lose my power,
No, I'm not losing it, just can't use it,
As I try telling to my people, "we're dead!"
I wish I can help.

The propaganda he made, a mistaken, (well we know),
Bravo! we just shut up our mouth.
Keep it up, It is good for him,
A torture is better than kill.

Yeah, we live in a freedom world,
A freedom when he cut my leg and hand!
Bowing everyday for his order,
But, the fight are there inside.

One day, shall we untie this together?
Not just you and me, all of "us",
And write him to our true history,
that he was the past king!

live in our way, 1.53 a.m

Friday, February 12, 2010

dreaming how he die!

(pedulikkan tatabahasa!) hahaha
A prison dragged from his bed...
entwined with a fiery chain,
brought there by black old man,
crawled over prickly floor.

The guard cannot compromise him,
from slaughtering his head,
without any reason,
world blame him, no it wasn't!

Blood spread around his neck,
he cannot run~that's for sure,
spreading out his trachea,
found himself no eyes.

Brother, please wake up him,
from a frightening nightmare,
i see him can't breath,
from a dream of how he die!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

melodi

dari not c,d,e,f,g,a,b balik semula ke c ada 7
dari zaman dulu, berpuluh juta lagu tercipta..

beras dari padi yang sama,
nasi goreng, nasi minyak rasa berbeza, bergantung pada rencahnya.

otak itu isinya sama,
penggunaannya membezakan keputusan.

manusia dilihat dari fikiran,
tak dikeluarkan, sapa yang mampu melihat dengan mata kasar?

Batang pancing, umpan dibeli bersama,
ikan kau lebih besar kenapa?

Kita diberi peluang untuk menjawab peperiksaan yang sudah ada jawapan,
Tapi kita masih meniru orang sebelah yang terlupa jawapannya.

Monday, February 8, 2010

lelaki berambut putih

ku lihat lelaki separuh abad itu,
lusuh mukanya,
kumisnya tidak lagi disentuh,
rambut gugur,
urat mukanya menampakkan ketuaannya.

Dia insan gagah,
bukan tubuh tapi akalnya,
Membayangkan modenisasi bukannya pada lahiriah,
yang diguna oleh si pemakai tali penjerut leher.

Dia yang menyatakan kepadaku,
bahawa keaslian itu mati dipijak peniruan,
Kita mengikut dari apa yang kita cipta,
Dari omong kosong pentauliahan yang bersyarat.

Jujur itu tiada lagi,
Yang dicari bukti tak bererti,
Celik mata pun dianggap tidur,
kalau bisa lidah mengatur .

Selasa, 2/9/2010
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