Re-Blootgh

Last Resort for A Long Cold Night.
ReBooting Insanities.

Returned To Where You Dwell

To the center of the Universe.

Eyes Wide Open

Spreading bedsheets are not for me to lie down and sleep,
Dripping showers are not for my dry body to cools off,
&
Opened doors are not for peeping interiors.

Before the usual stepping forward,
there's always a trigonometric readings..
there's always an analytical seamings...
there's always some figures projecting.

Your eyes aren't looking,
If your head isn't thinking.

Your head wasn't thinking,
If you are still unsettled.

We Are On Track

No need to argue,
No need to be sad,
No point of enjoying the anger.

For all these dots in time and all the results were all so far from luck and co-incidents.

All are meant to be.
All are meant to work that way,
and all are meant to last that long.

For those all are the Jizz,
of the thing we did ate,
of the height that we climb,
of the thoughts we dwelled on,
the skin we are made in,
and of the road we chose to travel.

No need to argue,
no need to blame,
sit back and relax,
sit back & redha.

I was busy

That week was long and strechy.
But in all the tense of work I found ease and planted heart at home.
Always hope that it could be slightly different.
Slightly more space for breathing.
Slightly more space for gazing.
Slightly rooms for improvements.
Slightly more of the insufficients,
and less of these singularity.

*Disturbed / Remoulded

One or two things that were drawn on the wall.
Two or three things that were seen in the drawings.
Three or four things that can be explain.
Five things to think back.

All the things were quite graphic and emotional.

For me it was weird. But nothing is unexplainable.

For me it was just my feelings, that were disturbed and re-moulded.

* The Cranberries

Something has left my life,
And I don't know where it went to, ah, ha, ha.
Somebody caused me strife,
And it's not what I was seeking.

Didn't you see me, didn't you hear me?
Didn't you see me standing there, ah, ha, ha?
Why did you turn out the lights?
Did you know that I was sleeping?

Say a prayer for me,
Help me to feel the strenght, I did.
My identity, has it been taken?
Is my heart breakin' on me?

All my plans fell through my hands,
They fell through my hands on me.
All my dreams it suddenly seems,
It suddenly seems,
Empty, ehee..

The Waits

Either its too long or its too short.
It has to wait.

Fresh Air

Balik kampung trip's n reliefs.

Scarf Chace, Wacthes Watch & Stalking.

Was the right thing to do.
Adventure of the day.
Lucky brings luck.
Unlucky brought hope.

Friday 23rd May

Happy to White with you.
You were white.
You were right.

His Triangulum Theory

He should be sorry for the fact he did,
became so bold and defy reality.
He should be silly for the words he spits,
becoming so akward and fooling all irony.
I can see the triangulum as theory,
Yes they did fits my word, Uneasy.

We all throw up.
We all threw you down.

So I just wander from this land,
Judging irony and fantasy.
For You are my crowned wisdom,
don,t fool your throne, with plain mercy's stupidity.

A P A R T

I din't counted the hours,
but it felt so long when we live it,
and it felt so short when i recalled it.

I din't know whether the stair rocks when we climb,
or we were holding on eachother, fright of falling or fright for the fear.

But i knew it was wholesome, wholemeal, and jolly good.
We were in it together, with it through after, and singing and laughter.

Apart of me, and part of you.

Dead & White Friday, 16th May

Blurry haze over the city.
But it was bright sunny.
Felt dreamy like the milky way.
And it was just my perfect day.

Heavy clingings flews away,
as i stood dead and acted blindly.

Happy to see u in white,
happy to feel u in white,
happy to White with you,
on Friday the 16th.

The Hands That Rocks The Water Tank

Its been long,
through summer, through winter,
fullfilling the tank..
high up, greater altitude.

Overwhelmed by the still of the spring.
To the point of it ripple's,
rippling by the breathe...

Was that probabbly the wind that blews..
Or was it just my feeling through.

That Hands

Midnight Versus Shadow

Dark Nights are Shining Black,
Quiet Floor are Tiny Rumbles,
Cold Views are Grinning Sight.

Went back from a long day out,
Having that unpleasnt feeling upon returning home alone,
... to that statuette state,
imprisoned & negligences.

* * *

U came by suprise.
Where did you came from?
How did You found yourself cosy in here?

U acted like you were really at home.
U acted like we have known eachother.

& That was perfect.

A Perfect Midnight.

Versus Shadow

Unexpecting

A better way to be Hanged - of the week.
Shove it in.
Swindle.

Proposal Play, Damansara*

Green, Hybrid, Energy Saving -Business-Residia.
In the making.

Anthropose

Rerendering akward monomoments with pixels and index fingering actions.

Susan Boyle*

The most sensible moment of a Talent Show.
Warm marks on perceptions.