the first sign of your death is the giving away from your eyes.

rushmore

goodnight/goodbye.
they are of the same kind.
the one where you'll never see me again.

meet me under the clocks before noon.
let's travel. find an escape. you can pick any platform, any track, any station - the one furthest perhaps ?
the one that makes you smile, across the plains of lush greens.
the one with the wild trees and winds free.

promise me one of these few things.
that you'll find me on the other side of this beach.
either on the sand or in the ocean.
it doesn't matter on which medium we're on as long as you promise me you'll come with me.

kissing the rain

and it felt like rain. gentle and subtle as it was.
falling with the wind. a breeze as it rubbed against me.
touching my lips, as if it was a kiss.
now, a reminder. it was you. always you.
that rain. the kiss. i have time traveled.

write me

the future is a sheet of white paper in your hand.
with a pencil in the other.

yet, you neither own the piece of paper nor the pencil.
God be the Glory.

swim ashore.
you find sand between your toes.
water in your eyes. wind in your spirit.
it has taken you there.

you missed the rocks.
the jagged edges of cliffs.
the strength you took to swim has you this far.

you have in your hands, fate as it were to decide.
to lay down and die between the sands, as to let the waves carry you offshore.
or to make do what your hands and feet can.
until you see smoke from the horizon. to be steady as you may. until another sunrise peeks over your brow.

a mirror never lies they say.
what if you stood in a different kind of light ?

the wall behind ignorance.

the wall between ignorance and truth are delicate and tall.
it stands between a decision.
it influences your behaviour and action.
it develops your perspective of mind.
it shapes your values and beliefs.
it makes you a saint or sinner.

it makes you, you.
and those on the other side of the wall will hate you for you.

fhm

sex; the greatest pain you'll ever feel for pleasure.

the only way fear penetrates us is by forcing itself through the eyes and into the mind.
in this case, close your eyes and shut your mind. barricade is necessary.

if you believe in reason, you must believe everything they told you.
i dare you not to.

you burn and left all the ashes behind to remind me that you stood there.
with fire in your eyes, how can i ever forget ?

when you were alive, you should have said the many things you should have said.
the things you wanted. the things you would have; the things which could have changed today.
the things that shaped me today are that which you didn't say yesterday.
not to which you said; for you said nothing. and when you say nothing. you changed everything.

teach me to hate and i will learn to love

the only philosophy in life worth living is the one you're about to die for.
all the rest are as meaningless as sand on the beach as waves take them back and forth.
your philosophy is like the rock which stands out in the ocean; untouched by time and the power of the waves.

let love be your philosophy. it is the greatest rock grounded on the earth.

another fighter

the reason you die:
you give up all reason to desire living.

explorers.

a lover can do no wrongs. neither can they be completely right.
nor can they find answers to life's questions all the time.
but they will always have each other.

the pushing clocks

i think once you fall in love with a face, you can always forget one.
shapes and contures don't last very long. nor do other bodily parts of a woman for that matter.

yet, i found myself falling for a person. the things unseen or seen within the vicinity of comfort.
the way one functions. like a clock - which we all take for granted. to look only when it's needed, but it's sound and mechanics from within make it all that is worth it's design.

sweet.

the sweetest things found are the ones not yet discovered by eyes which cry your tears tonight.

go

there is in as much truth as it is in the way you take your breaths as you sleep next to me.
it is those kind of sounds that you will always remember

a life through this

it must be true.
that your spirit travels through telephone wires unending until it meets the clouds.
and then, to the heavens.

may your soul find its way to freedom.

this space and time

if mercury wrote songs about strangeness in between the stars and states,
man can do so much more to angels who wait by the rocks on the beach, near the seas.

what a wait it shall be for those who seek the lost.
what a welcome it shall be for those who find it all.

you see the dirty deeds of man, and u wonder if you're a part of it all.

follow me on

disappear from here.
i need you right now.

you fear the things you are unsure of more than the things you can see with your own eyes.
for what the eyes see, the heart gives strength to overcome.
God is good

i think you can have people in a home, watch tv, have meals together, do chores, go out, sleep in, but still not have a family.

the city of lovers

no one knows the imperfections in you more than you do.
but no one see's perfections in you more than i do.

inilah angkasa antara kita yang ku rindu

Come meet me here where they burn candles in bottles.
and where you will burn me in brothels

casting names

first, u were just a face without a name - a pair of everything.
then u became my friend - to which i cared.
from there, u became my lover - of whom i desired.

why did you choose to return back to the pair of everything ?

the girl in the window

i think i fell in love with your reflections on this screen.
i'm not sure if you're real, or if you're the same person, but i know those eyes spoke as we passed station after station.

you had your long day, and you had stories.
i have mine across from this seat.

you keep me warm

you know what it's like to feel cold, but you understand the ways to keep warm.

i rest better in this bed of mine when you watch over me sleep. i know this.
i dreamt of you perfectly.

let these hands build a house
and this heart build a home.
with you.

there are no words, only symbols.
as there are no people, but beings. different in their kinds. strange. beautiful and pure. in their own ways.
though some may be corrupt. some have values and some others not.

yet, it is like you and i.
different, yet same.

hop on this train with me

i've made it to different stations.
but i'm waiting for your stop with me.

the new dawn

could we meet half way through on bus 730 ?

it will be en-route to places where we could go.
i'll enjoy the company, the weather and everything with you.

as for tonight, i will completely understand loneliness in this room

dusk to dawn and it rolls into ice.
the moments passing will be with all the leaving behinds.
it has happened countless times; except through different bodies.

but today, it shall be mine.
i embrace the f5 of life as of today.
and as it will be tomorrow.

i love you all.
especially you.