Exciting Lighting

I was looking through my playlist,
And noticed that the last time I listened to The Strokes,
Which is supposedly the nominal favourite band of all time in my opined gesture of a post.
Was 2 months ago.

It was less of a sad revelation, then it was a disappointing one.

It is all winning glory when my career of structuralised arguments put into moot ends with a happy episode of pride and relief.

Relief....hmm.

That was it then. I did not want to let it go.

Because isn't that what relief is about? Releasing. Sure, struggles were meant to be part of the dogmatic package of hope. But the thing is without the toil there wouldn't be the oil that became the source of light...the source..

Of endlessly incoherent poetry.

You see, as an individual, I was never much up for planning..anything.

All of my poems are drafts, my thoughts subconsciously thrown into forms of words.

Until debate came and ruined that sense of randomness.

And now, when I try to revert back to erratic disclosure of expressions and feelings.

I actually feel...awkward.

Maybe I just need to learn how to tune my guitar.
Maybe I should just leave it entirely, making it of as a trail of youth that I shall walk away from.

Under one umbrella of conformity, you couldn't even call that melodramatic.

Success comes with a price of complexity.

Especially when quotes, are only deemed quotable, when other people think they are.

Not when a self principle rules that it shall thus be a gimmick of the mind.

On to the show.

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I'm not much up for ecstatic,
Or anything cinematic,
I just hope that the rain would stop.

Because the signboard on the left side,
Of main street and the nightlife,
We left to get a life for ourselves.

I'm not much up for anything at all,
When the city people,
Want to forget who they are.

They say u can't run away,
From civilisation.

I told them,
Who's running away here?

Not much for reconciliation,
When the pitiful left their stations.

Exciting lighting,
They will sing,
The electric thing,
We used to dance to.

Committing crimes,
With as much value as a dime,
Is it a waste of time,
Says who?

Great people make great mistakes,
Not grave mistakes.

Footprints Dressed In Red

I took the call,
I started talking,
I lost it all,
When I start walking.

The same mistakes,
The old car plates,
I thought you can't,
But you were late.

I just wanna be the one who cares,
When the sun alights the whispering ears.

Old history cage,
Why have u ceased?
I thought the wall,
Was to release.

A hedonist,
A lack of crisp,
You shine the sea,
Like glass in mist.

I just thought that you were closer,
Than the lightest star in the universe,
But you proved yourself wrong,
So I'm singing this song

When you left the young years,
Just to be with your peers,
I was wrong,
Was i right?
That you'll leaving - while bleeding - the fight.

Footprints Dressed In Red,
Identities Left In Bed,
You Are,
The Sin,
I Wished I Didn't.

Drunk Donkey

Never should have known,
How the racer beats his own,
Record track,
How I'd go back.

Honey, it's a trick,
For when they tell you're not sick,
Where's your catch,
Where's the last pick?

Vases have been broken,
And pieces have been picked up,
I don't know what you've spoken,
In the light of every song.

Honey, I've been dreaming again,
That we were friends and not pretend,
Cause eighty years is too much to understand.

I'm happy for you,
Too compromising too,
What's sincere in love,
Is always sincere in view,
Shade off all elegance,
'Cause you don't know when to do,
What to do.

Capitalism, was the last one to let go,
Then communist in dresses, was the one to let you grow,
Baby I'm all for equal distribution but I'm broke,
I see life through lenses, not eyes or even ghosts.

So be..nice.
Be nice.

And farewell,
Good night.

Sometimes Static

Is it some kind of function,
Of weak constructions,
Of where you've always been?


In the melodious way, my fingers left the keyboard's ivory
bay.

From where the time seems obscene,
And why I couldn't just say what I mean.

And then the blackest nights,
Or the brightest light,
Just wanted to tell me,
Just tell them the story.

So I've compete in the string of lost heat,
Amidst deserts and boulevard streets,
Amidst kind winds and evil deceit,
Where I learned,
To create the things I want to discern,
To debate of all the lessons learned,
What taught me to be professionally yearned..

Taught me to be human.

And questions arise of which gender shares a higher similitude to animals of lower extend?

The fact that you have to specify to avoid misunderstanding.

Of people and beast, sharing unequal grounds, standing on...unbalanced feet.

Realistically, I've never been bored. Only the people I'm with, told me to feel as such.

Idealistically, I've been too caught up with reality.

I believe in God. Such a paramount statement to all other things that can be possibly implied.

In the darkness of dormitories, when the mind rests, giving way to a tempestuous heart.

"Aku nak jadi hedonis ar"

Musically, it all came true. I started becoming detached of things I once held dear.

With the excuse that I wasn't, initially, myself at all.

It had to be in the year where the slaves of theoretical cognitive take up a challenge of life and it's proceedings.

"SPM jauh lagi"

Sitting in the dinner table, in the tent that sheltered us from the blistering weather of the foreign.

Tearing red farcical tears, saying "I want to wake up, I want to wake up, I want to wake up"

I never meant the silent tantrums, I never meant to appease the elderly servant of life's compassionate and subservient status quo.

"DON'T BREAK THE STATUS QUO IF EVERYONE'S HAPPY WITH IT"

But I question how revolutions happened throughout the entirety of history? Because of the majority that was happy with it? Or because of the few who wasn't?

I was lying to everyone. I was lying even to the wino, what more to the marijuana and her forgiving demeanour?

I am not a rebel in a complacent society.

I am an apathetic, in a society of unnecessarily redundant vigor.

Despite all of those things I wasn't planning on doing...I did them anyway.

"Whatever trance you're under"

So silently, how else can it come to me....whispers of "Where are you?"
Who am I talking about,
At times, I'm not even sure myself.

But when the lights go out,
I remember

"And you'll find out that 'being yourself' isn't just about being something no one has ever been"

I believe in God. Please don't make that a past tense.

I gave up all of the sense of existence I fabricated.

A Rhythm

Three can be complete without the rest of the world,
Three can be complete, what's with the rest of the world,
Do it for the people who were there for your sake,
An entire generation whose got nothing to say.

How to leave the world to be?

Oh, let's say you make do with me,
Cause I know your name and your homer trap,
When we're all trashed up,
With the things we felt,
And we'll always say,
That we might need help,
We could just go off at the next red light,
If it don't make sense,
Or it don't feel right.

All the ghouls can never make me fear them the way I love you.

Can't you see the sky is not the limit no more,
I can see the other way to crash to the floor,
I can see siesta day sailing away,
Seven billion people whose got nothing to say.

What you coming home to be?

Well I saw your face,
When I heard that song,
It was so inviting,
That it harped my bones,
Well it looks like you,
But your eyes astray,
When your head is gone,
But your mind's okay,
Yes I like to smile,
When my forehead's cold,
I don't want you to be afraid and go.

I was fixing lights and steel, then I'm staring at a home that pleads for you.

I was waiting,
For my lazy,
To arrive,
Right by my side.

Oh, please, leave me an oath tonight,
Forget the pest.

Three can be complete without the rest of the world,
Oh, I wouldn't say it just to get you to laugh,
Do it for the people that would die for you sake,
An entire generation of entertainers to blame.

Light is red,
The camera's on,
Get yourself a lawyer and a gun,
Paint your friends whose friend's like everyone,
Trying can be so competitive.

Oh the sky's not the limit,
And we're never gonna guess what is.

Carbon Era

They're pulling out,
It nearly begins,
A silly story,
Long time ago.

Stop to pretend?
Stop pretending?
It seems this game is simply never ending.

Oh, when the sun shines,
Hving fun is in my blood?
I just can't help it,
Don't want you here right now,
Let me go.

Oh, let me in.

Leaving just in time,
Stay here for awhile,
Lulling in the ocean,
Trying to catch her eye,
We're calling 'cause it's easy,
Do it just to please me,
Tomorrow would be different,
So I'll pretend I'm leaving.

I guess I'm different now,
A way to deviate,
I wish you had the stake,
My visions fading now,
But I'm not afraid.

Lying on the seats,
Atomic pool of trees,
I took too many,
Varieties.

Oh when we're sometimes having fun,
It's in my blood,
I just can't help it,
Don't want to hear you now,
Let me go.

Oh will you let me in,
And go?

Living just in time,
Stated for awhile,
Drowning in the ocean,
Try to catch a lie,
We're going to take it easy,
Don't do it just to please me,
Tomorrow will be different,
So this is why I'm leaving.

Vanilla Smoke

The world is shutting out for us,
says Young, too inebriated to exist,
As the foamy white delirium comes in the midst of tourists,
"Where are we going?" asked Time.
To the place we just left, says the world.

We're not enemies; we just disagree,
Ascorbic was the acid, when the leaders of nations,
Shouted for a call that was unanswered,
Because fire only works when it's beautiful,
When noise does not come into action.

Shh, I can't see the sunshine,
Alas, the tens start with empty,
"If the moon takes shade in the silhouette,
Then I have the excuse of no regrets"
says Hope.

And our children will burn,
Help the saboteur when he shies out his words,
To the reckless zeitgeist,
I leave for this spirit a sense of irresponsibility,
Thank you MTV.
Pretend to be nice, so I can be mean
All masks off, it's time for a parade,
No mascara's violated, no party charades,
I am with you the whole way,
Without having anything more to say,
says Change.

I've got a new view, it's you.