Those downtown rides on vintage bikes,
Cannot incarcerate it for it just flies
And here we are, anathematising our lives.

All now reside in a brand new world,

Some sipping cold or coffee with gold

Whilst dancing on the same floor

Tears or money, we slip on either pour.

The human chamber ain't holy no more, 

Blood drops buried all around the shore.

Kisses on lips and kisses on cheeks,

It's no more a reason to climb love peaks.

Despondency drew over the atmosphere,

Clamouring aloud and spreading its air

With this weltschmerz not letting us live,

Losing our lives like it's no more imperative.

A Perfect Murder

Arranging books, wearing my geeky crown,

Wondering if the ceiling ever tried to lay down.

Oh well, my mind and I got so much fame,

I drink dubonnet, glad that like old I ain't same.

For everytime I cringe when I find my plea,

Was looking for sketches and found his tee

Remember how I buried his wounded body

Ah a perfect murder, I shouldn't be sorry.

Don't know why they dine in the candlelight

When one can dance in it with their shadows all night.

Must be a cherry blossom, flee out in the wind,

A limited edition which has further been thinned.

Oh and then my friends call me a creep

But the knife and I just prefer going deep,

So I let those thorns kiss my throat inside my body

Another perfect murder! I'll never say sorry.

Cannot Sing

I know I cannot sing

Yet I know the lyrics

And I know the song.

You hear my mom laud my voice

As I sham it to avert her tears

Whilst you keep on conjecturing

That why didn't I sing the other day.

So you bestow me benevolence,

Make me feel alleviated,

Anticipating to hear me sing.

Embracing my hand with care,

You escort me to the stage.

I evoke the lyrics

As I hark back the song

But have all my solicitude 

And veneration for you.

So ignoring my heart that has always 

Loved you and you only,

How could I sham it off

When you give me the mic

For I cannot sing.

Unhinged January

It was the mid of January when I had it 

I was driving far off my hometown at midnight, 

Big enough to strike me hard that I lost my steering wheel 

Oh and I fancied that road

Wish that I could be on it for a bit more

But this accident made me lose my conscience 

Never thought I'd be unhinged and lose it again yet I did 

And none knew what this unhinging could lead to 

They asked me my last wishes 

So I told them to bury me where his tears had fallen,

Bury my writings, my soul, in the soils he's ever felt lonely.

Tell him to wear that cardigan when winter arrives,

Tell him that I made it for him to stay warm when cold winds prod upon him,

Tell him that I prayed for him and will always do

And tell him to smile whilst I laugh with God over his witty mischiefs.

THE RAIN(Poem)

Blooming the flowers and polishing the leaves,

Styled the waves like they're old calligraphies.

Could be cloud's tears of glee and not just rain

Those picturing water cycles will call me insane.

I'll just wink smiling away and revel in my curd

Like those children playing in that whacky wet mud.

Here I'm prancing on the melody of tarantella,

Smirking at two lovers hiding under one umbrella.

Well, I'll get my apple pie and oh that coffee stain

So much to finish within this small rain.

RELIGION IT'S NOT YOU

 Hey eight-letter word religion 

Who has it's own rebellion 

You say you have abundant forms 

With some contrary norms 

Well, you seem to have a wide range 

Due to which for other forms you look strange 

This strangeness has now turn into a dispute

In order to make the other mute 

They formed you for peace

Would their rivalry ever cease 

With your name they do 

But I know it's not you 

You're virtuous and not evil 

It's us who've made you a poisonous cereal 

GENDER OF JOUSTING

Wind kissing silver balls leaving them dancing

Fest's here! Perhaps a new beginning? 

Flowers and men, ain't what I'm thinking 

For I dream if I would ever learn jousting 

All folks there, shouting for their parties, 

Lances meet kissing blood out of their bodies 

Less pain more fun, paying blood for victory

Would love to joust, can't think on the contrary 

As a rendezvous there for an ardent ambition, 

Wish it didn't have a gender for vexation.