Spoken Word: Seduction is She

so she wiped the sweat off my forehead and settled back,

i looked at her... and she stared back,

dazed in the aftermath...

we were so perfect like that...

so, i'm there lighting my cigarette,

listening to the midnight traffic outside my window,

when you want it... time never moves slow

like she... it just takes and takes and takes some more...

she looked up at me slyly,

just like how i like it... she does it to me,

so no wonder i was blind to see... 

how she tempted and seducted me

she pulled me close, and teased me

she showed me her world and begged me,

"Come on in, it's warm 'here' you see"

so i was trapped 'there' you see...

her soft touch warmed me and enticed

her hard grip excited me 

so like a dice...

i was thrown into a corner,

while she looked out for my number.

and all i could do was wonder,

and all i could do was wonder...

Photograph: Rozi by Jarmusch 

~Written and performed at Poet's Passport November session 

for the theme of  '7 Deadly Sins'~

Spoken Word: Swimming In The Abyss

As I sit here, at the edge of my world

I let my legs dangle over this cliff,

looking into the thunderous ocean below

I feel all but stiff.

As my  mind takes the plunge into the the deep blue...

I forget to breathe as my heart ceases to beat,

I dissapear into the misty vapours and become invisible

consuming my whole self into this selfless feat.

My mind goes through this familiar rabbit hole,

I expect to see alice falling somewhere around me

the kaleidescope of colours is too much to hold,

that I close my eyes... in order to truly see.

As suddenly as it all began, I begin to feel at ease,

my relaxation becomes exasperation and now exploration;

and so I venture forth into unclaimed but vaguely familiar territory.

Here I sense a wild, untamed and lethal temptation,

this feeling, this place and these sights 

can only be explained through wingless words,

my faint presence is felt by none...,

and so I fly like one of those flightless birds.

This place of solace springs beauty from the ugly

it is not home, but I am intrigued by the habitat,

where creatures and plants are limited by only the imagination,

this is far from the Creator's normal format.

I am still some fluid wispy form floating by,

but needless to say that was the last thing on my mind,

I believed this deep Ecstasy whould quickly disappear

as soon as I started questioning this wondrous find.

If Utopia truly existed this would be it I presume...

music lightly plays in between random trails of thoughts,

the striking colours lash out to my less experienced senses,

I welcome the feared rainbow of explosive blots.

I fall so slowly and gently onto the path to Zion

where I crawl along the road less traveled for a better tomorrow. 

I came here alone, but cant help taking mental pictures for those left behind

for if i could not repaint this picture, it would be like a commiting a crime.

The day creeps into the blackest of nights,

I have never enjoyed this purest form of loneliness

it wraps over me like the warmest of blankets.

As I dive into the sea of stars that dance around Mars and Venus;

need i be lost to be found at last in this escape?

Grasping at my ropes of my past and future,

entwining me to the vines of the universe,

cementing me into it's own unique architecture.

My words are blunt swords and arrows missing the bullseye

in explaining the exact sights, sounds and tingling emotions.

But i try,i'm trying and i will try to illustrate the perfection,

for if you let go and dangle your legs over the cliff, you too will drown in this potion.

So let go, and cease being fearful of the dark abyss,

dive into the inevitable end and swim among your creations,

the power of your mind holds secrets only ye can unfold

may you wash up on shore with all this and more.. and more.. more...     

Artwork: Through_the_eyes_of_another__by_kedoshin

Explode

And so it begins...

it's night time, and my demons are out

they escaped through the cracks of light

wisps of smoke dancing in between the shadows.

Whispers turn to loud conversations 

which then turn to screams

tired of collecting hushed secrets

now the cat's bag is bursting at it's seams.

And so it begins...

i'm running from the bushes

leaving behind these metal chains

turning back with a fleeting look

and then am running..and running.. running again

i refuse to be tempted to implode

flashing colours blind me as i speed across

i run to the set pace of my throbbing temples

hoping to find somewhere where nowhere matters..

And so it begins...

Artwork: 

Catalyst - Aventale

by *liiga

Our Waterfall

The ripples of a nation

are slowly being felt;

like water cascading

over rocks huge and pebbles small,

the streams are whispering

"Be ready for the great big fall..'

Photograph: Fire, Tires and Poverty by Vinnymack

Deliverance

the messenger has arrived,

he has brought tidings about our endings.

i watch my mother's face as it shatters

i watch the waves of the ocean by our door

as it crashes...

swift words take hours to sink in

as our minds relapse to the pains within

fragments of our lives lay scattered on the pavement

all beacuse of one solemn statement

picking up the very last pieces

i am preplexed by the audacity of God

what message does he seek to deliver?

with cruel intentions that paint him sinister

like pawns we sacrifice ourselves willingly

screaming 'Kamikaze is the way to be!'

the night is young as my ink bleeds into the sky

i will write till i sense morning has arrived

till daybreak etches itself onto my parchment, and dries..

Spoken Word: For I am a Poet, yes I am

"I dont understand while all these art people

gotta be so cliche, 

beign all gypsy and complaining when they dont get their way" 

So this is what i say...

you see i'm one of  those hippie kinds,

digging dreadlocks and those three bands

of green, yellow and red...

you cant come close to match the books i've read!

including the ones i've at least glanced at the covers..!

i dig those ladies with long flowy dresses,

burning incents in their rooms...

and playing bongo drums to set the mood...

i like sitting alone in random spots

trying hard to decipher codes and connect dots.

so i like people who think the same way

and who are able to hit the mark...

with.. every.. single.. dart..

i like lighting candles and watching the stars

but i'm not of of those that hang around empty bars,

nevertheless i've heard there are some deep souls there!

drinking their inner demons away while leaving their hearts to bear.

my heart goes out to the rebels fighting for freedom

whether from congo, tibet or the like the last Mohican.

those dudes and dudets who are over-zealous and expressive

pull at my heart strings when they get so pensive...

for i am a poet, yes i am...

i'm one of those artsy kinds that hangs native art on her walls

one of those people that rather talk about football, 

than actual play it!

i get high listening to incredible verses,

it takes me to my zone where i am nameless.

i am of those that nobodies lost in her own world,

thinking the world revolves around her,

and that she is the centre of the universe.

Predictably i believe in karma... and maybe also a lil bit of drama

and say things before i truly take time to think over them.

But i stongly believe that words are my weapons,

so dont come close or you might regret whatver happens.

I preach the "truth" to whoemever listens,

and i sing praises for rebels sticking it up to the man

for i am a poet, yes i am..!

so what if i'm cliche and do what is expected!

so what if i talk about myself, my pains and my life,

i dont see you coming up here and putting away your pride!

even if i may walk and talk and behave predictably,

even if recite poetry about that you've heard about so frequently...

i dont care!

for i am a poet yes i am..!

my shields are patterns of metaphors,

lines close together to confuse the predators...

my wings are of carefully sewn verses,

flying me higher and closer to the sun than Icarus...

for i am a poet thats what i am.

and i stick it up to the man.

~Competitive piece for October's KL Poetry Slam~

Spoken Word : Mr Bogeyman; An Irrational Fear

he looms within us 

slowly deciphering out mental state

he looms over us

slowly watching us eat from our dinner plates

then he looms before us

slowly waiting for us to make our big mistakes.

like a cunning shadow, he lingers close by

becoming clearer when the lights dim at night

you hardly notice him walking by

because he so deeply yearns to stay out of sight.

like a lone wolf, he hunts by himself

wandering the vast plains for his prey

to escape from his clutches, you have to know thyself

or best beware, and learn to pray.

he sits by the edge of darkness

and greets you when you attempt to cross a line

do not misjudge his faintness

or else you may loose wht is yours as is rightfully mine.

some of us try to run from him...

letting him impact our unimpactful lives,

he ties up our hands with all his lies,

and watches us suffer as we wait to die.

some of us try to hide from him...

under layers of fabricated stories,

we engulf ourselves in our handmade glories,

trying to create an illusion to confuse our worries.

you can run or you can hide

or you can look under the bed and say..'hi'

well thats what some of us do!

we confront him and embrace him and convert him into our lives, 

for in order for you to climb those mountains or even bake those pies,

you gotta under the bed and say 'hi'

Hi Mr.Bogeyman,

excuse me but you're tormenting my supposed-to-be greatlife,

i cannot go on living under your blood-stained knife,

so listen here, i now know i'm ready for that dive,

i'm ready for my biggest gamble and i shall throw my own dice.

i never knew fear till i so effortlessly knew you,

but it's my own fault because i never quite grew,

am tired of willingly letting your shadow cast it's own shadow over me,

so you see, i'm no longer letting that be.

its time we take this feud outside,

its just gonna be you and me and don't worry i'm not bringing any cavalry,

like  i said its just you and me.

straightening things out to how it should be.

So that day, i took him outside

and gave him a piece of my mind,

i said ....

look here, its time i left you behind,

this time i've made up my mind,

you are not to fool or temper with the signs

i'm letting you know i'm such a different kind.

see here, i have mountains to climb and polls to win,

i have places to go that i've never been,

i have things to do in this skin i'm in,

so am stopping you from letting yourself in.

I'm facing you now, because i'm ready

because i'm so awesomely rock steady,

and because i will no longer worry. 

So be gone Mr.Bogeyman,

my slot on this stage we call life may end at any time,

before that let me reach out and take what is rightfully mine,

my opportunities are more precious than any dimond mine

so be gone,you can no longer live inside my mind.

Photograph : Fear by razorbladereflection

~ This poem was written for the theme of 'Bogeyman',

 and recited at the October KL Poetry Slam~

The Running Vagabond

The sirens go off

i push through the emergency exit

and run up the alley.

I never know what am looking for

so this time, it's no different.

I must have ran as quick as lightning

because no one ran past me,

or was i too slow

that everyone disappeared 

before i even started thinking?

Now that i've escaped from the danger,

do i scream for help or hide from it..?

The sirens are getting louder, getting closer...

I can feel the cold sweat starting to drip

from my throbing temples,

i breathe so heavily, it tires me.

Should i run? Should i stay?

Where are they?!

i run, i ran, i am running

away from the sirens, away from help

away from the now dieing cries...

past the the menacing buildings, 

past the busy sidewalks,

past the over-friendly grocer and bakery,

past my old school and childhood home,

i run, i ran, i am running

Then i stop.

Just as suddenly as i began.

I never know what i'm looking for

so this time, it's no different.

The sun is blazing, yet i feel cold...

As i turn around and begin to head back,

i feel the shade of the cloud overhead,

protecting me from the sun's angry stare.

As always i take it to be a sign,

as always i trudge back to square one.

Photograph : exit_by_toko

Spoken Word : The Peacock Lady

S

Every morning as the sun rises
she wakes up and gives her praises,
oh no, not to the many faces
but to the things that survived through the ages.
She gives thanks to the earth divine
by watering the plants that grow in the cracks of her mind,
people might think she's far from fine
but she was reborn when she crossed that line.

This peacock lady has a story to tell
of how she conquered the world by breaking the spell,
of how she was once trapped in her very own cell
till she heard the ringings of a faraway bell.
It all started in a dream, where she met the three
who unravelled the truth and made her be,
they whispered hushed secrets that held the key
to everlasting... ever fulfilling... serenity...

In this dream she woke up in an oasis
she spent days in the dream writing verses,
surrounded by beauty she built her new basis
letting the words flow she escaped from her crisis.
In reality she was troubled so frequently
the world was hers, yet she always sighed so deeply,
maybe for questioning suffering, religion or equality
till she answered them all... when she met poetry.

After rhyming to her hearts content
she was happy to see there was no need for repent,
so she walked to wherever the road bent
and stopped, at something that the heaven's sent.
Lo and behold there was a man in her dream,
a tall, dark and handsome one was he,
they talked about her poetry and being free,
this was how, she met love... oh so suddenly...

Hand in hand they walked through time...
enjoying the pellets of rain and the rays of sunshine...
she taught how lovely reality would be without crime
and wished she could go back and save her kind.
A world so treacherous, filled with hate, greed and lies
when will the pain stop? When everyone dies?
So to answer all the world's cries
she met peace, when she let herself go and learnt to fly.

She flew with with ease on life's gentle breeze
across the valleys, and trees and the seven seas,
to return home and answer her people's pleas
by sharing her story and at last, putting them at ease.
When she returned she was greeted by an unexpected turn
there was a peacock waiting beside her garden's fern,
he was proud and handsome and but looked concerned
worried that she might forget what she had learnt.

So as the days went by, this lady spread her message
she wrote about freedom, respect and lineage,
she shared the secret to survive life's passage
of how were all travellers without any baggage.
With the proud peacock watching over her so caringly
she lived her life in satisfying simplicity...
she didn't even mind when people called her the peacock lady,
for she had found herself through meeting... peace,love and poetry.

Artwork : Peacock_Lady_by_atumbleweed

~ This poem was written for the theme of 'Peace, Love & Poetry',

 and recited at the September session of Poet's Passport ~

You can also check out Poets Passport on their blog!

Formidable Foe

They are coming...

tonight in the dark

they will cry out and bark

hunting down their mark

i shall need more than luck.

They are coming...

i can hear them breathing

behind the bushes, they are hiding

patiently they are waiting

for me to tire from running.

They are coming...

my heart races inside me

but still, i am trying to see

who hides behind that tree

and wondering, if he could see me.

They are coming...

i know i have no time

i have committed no crime

and i've yet to reach my prime

so i slowly start to climb.

They are coming...

so i sling back my bow

and up the tree i go

where i'll wait for tomorrow

till they chase me no more.

Photograph: Hiding in the Forest

by xWolfMasterx

Seeking Salvation

I was always told life was about balance 

the same way i was told that living was a challenge

couldn't deny that that may have caused some damage

because knowing the truth didn't stop the carnage.

What if we were all born as equals on this stage?

and no one had to fight about race, gender or age

we could have lived peacefully without rampage

without having to lock our own brothers in a cage.

We were all born in his image they say

but now 'He' looks a certain particular way today

more like some and less like most they say

those who are less; obviously have to pay. 

There is no remorse where dead bodies lay

instead there is greed that makes unwelcomed guests stay

to take way what is left at the now unwatched bay

in darkness the demon in man cunningly comes out to play.

When we come to the end there will be a revelation

most certainly the cruel will face certain damnation

for all the things they have done to 'His' creations

much worse than being banished from every nation.

This will spark a realization that we have been fed with fiction

the race of man would be free from its undying infactuation

with power and greed and lies and other fascinations

man would go back to the beginning by seeking salvation.

Photograph : eyes that never opened 

by azimos

Hello Goodbye

i knew i had always wanted you

i was always waiting for you

you came with summer's sun

all bright and promising fun

but alas my handsome hero

i was scared so i hid in my burrow

you galloped in my life on a white horse

you came so gently without any force

eventhough i've dreamed for us a life together

i know for now this cannot go any further

i'm not ready to hold you, to love you

gallop away white knight and wait for your que

when the time is right

i will welcome you without fright

embracing you like warmth from a fire

i know you will fulfill my every desire

your smile shall brighten every dark corner

i may even wish you had returned sooner

but now is not that time

my delicate heart knows its a crime

to turn down such a beautiful blessing

but my mind knows what i would be facing

therefore i am returning you to your kingdom

and i'll wait for your return to grant me my freedom

Temptress

Her scent burns my senses
as she strolls through the plains of my mind,
cunningly tempting me to jump fences
she whispers 'I need to be cruel to be kind...'

Her breath like the cool night air
stops my wildly beating heart,
her sensual alluring  stare
drives me wild, tearing me apart.

She wraps her fingers around my wrists
and looks on at me...she looks on,
my hands slowly curl into fists
i look up...and she's gone.

My elixir for eternal life
my poison for sweet death,
i could never have her as my wife
for she makes me curse the day our eyes met.

Yet, i am her helpless slave
a prisoner draped in her chains,
without her i have only a dark cave
she is the blood in my veins.


Inspired by Rihanna's Te Amo