Sunday, May 29, 2011

Bipolar Runaway



Wandering , starring at this ocean, the original existence,
Sands bitting the feets like baby ants. Now, I go into ecstasy,
While smell of fishes dissolved into smell of breeze,
while the cloud is getting dark, night is about to come.
Now, they came and hold my hands,
Brought me into a place that I can't understand,
It was a place between the sky and the sea,
I'm walking on it without drowning or falling,
The pathway was a narrow , flat , squarish tunnel;
where my right side was painted in Red and my left side was Blue.

The two persons that brought me here showed their face,
One looks White with three eyes,
The another looks Black with only One eyes.
The white person gave me an eyeglasses,
and wrote number Two on my chest then she disappeared.
The black person just gave me a deep kiss,
his saliva tastes like Alcohol and Vagina.
Then, He draw number Zero on my forehead and disappeared.

Now , I'm alone and I keep on walking trough the tunnel,
all I can see was Red and Blue colours.

Finally , after 20 years walking trough the tunnel,
I came to an end , it was a dark wall in front of me ;
with nothing else than a mirror hanging on it.
I saw face for the first time after 20 years,
It is still the same me;
but now my skin turned into Purple colour.
The zero on my forehead has turned into an Eye, it is closed;
So I tried to open the eyes,
The eyes opened and suddenly I'm on the seaside again,
laying on the sand, naked , alone and it was Morning.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Between Love and Hate : Anomie






Inspired by Syd Barrett and my fucked up mind. Done by my fingers and God.
No brushes or animals ? involved in the process.

Existence



Agama illusi , Kejahilan itu meditasi




Kewujudan itu hanya satu illusi , tiada yang pasti.

Kebencian itu realiti , kebenaran hakiki,

Untuk Sang pemimpi , Sang pencinta ,

Ini bukanlah apa yang dipinta.


Keganasan bukan imaginasi dan cinta itu bukan realiti.

Kesengsaraan bermaharajalela.

Dengan sedikit kejahilan , kehidupan mampu dilalui,

Kejahilan itu meditasi.

Pejamlah mata , jangan dibuka sampai bila-bila ,

Teruskan menjadi buta.


Perungkaian misteri itu adalah sesuatu yang perit ,

Anutilah agama illusi , Hidup akan tampak berseri ?


Image from Google.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Aku, Aku & Aku Narcissist


Mahluk paling sombong? Cermin mengatakan ianya Aku.
Aku angkuh dalam fikiranku, angkuh dengan pemikiranku.
Aku angkuh dengan ilmu, pengalaman , melodi, tulisan....
dan segalanya adalah Aku.
Aku benci akan SIMPATI pada masa yang sama
Aku menagih perhatian dan kasih sayang secara Abstrak.
Aku benci untuk bergantung, tergantung atau dikonkong.
Aku mahu bebas, bebas dari segala-galanya,
Aku adalah kebebasan.
Aku adalah kebencian yang di benci.
Aku adalah cinta yang bercinta. Engkau adalah aku tapi,
Aku bukanlah engkau.
Aku adalah alam semesta.
Aku penyajak paling agung.
Aku pemuzik paling ikhlas.
Aku manusia paling hebat.

AKU ADALAH KEBENARAN, KEBENARAN ADALAH AKU.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Peristiwa 13 Mei ( 2011 )



Malam ini aku menangis, air mata dipaksa
menitis oleh emosi yang membara , meracun minda.

Tiada siapa bersama, untuk menghisap air mata ini.
Keseorangan dalam kesakitan, hanya sekotak rokok,
yang menjadi teman hidup, sahabat terbaik untuk selama ini.

Setiap sedutan nikotina berperisa tembakau dihisap,
ke dalam paru-paru, semakin aku sedar akan realiti.
Realiti hidup yang mencengkam,
Harapan yang seringkali berkecai,
Kepercayaan yang hanya palsu,
Persahabatan yang menyontot perbandingan ;
melahirkan hasad dengki yang membesar dan akan menjadi,
Pelacur pendendam yang kental.
Pengkhianatan Imaginasi.

Berpura-pura memadam kesedihan untuk mengembirakan mu,
melegakan kerisauanmu tentang aku.
Kerisauan kerana kita bergantung antara satu sama lain,
Realiti yang aku tidak mahukan namun aku percayakan mu,
Wahai Sahabat.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Aku Bukan Lelaki




Lelaki berderia Tujuh, terjun dari rahim Si Ibu,
melalui pintu utama derita ke lembah segala derita.

Lelaki rohaninya wanita, seringkali terlupa rohnya,
Melihat satu batang berjuntai, dua biji bola,
disaluti kegelapan yang kental.

Lelaki misteri membesar dengan kenjantanan menari
kepada irama Illusi. Gagal untuk bersembunyi,
Di kala batang memberontak, halusinsi keji, nafsu di saji.

Lelaki perogol seni, tersedar kembali, batangnya hanya illusi.
Dia wanita yang lembik, penuh dengan Emosi;
Imaginasi berahi, teramat jijik, melangkaui batas Si moralis.
Tiada moral untuk lelaki ini.

Lelaki Iblis bertuhan, berkawan dengan setan dan mahluk pelik.
Terkeliru dengan identiti, menipu untuk bersembunyi kecuali bila dia berseni,
atau berkomunikasi dengan diri sendiri.

Lelaki bertuhankan bunyi, di benci dan di puji,
topengnya amat strategik apabila dia menulis puisi ini.


Aku bukan lelaki, bukan wanita. Pencinta yang kalah.

Mr. Devil



Mr.Mind got hammered , doom doom , cracked.
Crackers set on fire trough out nerves , spoiled nerves.
Eyes exploded, eyes open , Devil is by myside.

Past present frustrations reach the end , end of sanity.
Bang Bang, I'm dead. Dead on my bed.

Mr. Devil attended my funeral and said " Bye Bye and now go regret".
He left me with a nasty deeply sarcastic smile and also his visiting card.
Written , " Visit me in Hell, if you need my help",
With a picture of him that is a mirror.
It's myself.

I kept the visiting card secretly in the wallet ; so incase I need his help,
I can call Mr.Devil back and till then he will take some rest , in myself.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

PARTIMELOVERS




Intense, energetic and freaking 80's. That is my simplified definition of KL based Post-punk heroes PARTIMELOVERS. They catch my attention trough their "just came back from my office( Joy Division ) " dressing style and look. For information about this band check out their Facebook page ( PARTIMELOVERS ).

From their recent gig I went at Ipoh, I manage to get their demo and I didn't regret.

"THIS" Its the first song on the demo. This song has good melody with high intensity and abusing Rawness in the vocal from Mohd Zulfadli. The sound is not too complicated but perfectly fornicated as a piece of art.

"BLUE SPOT" This track compiles the sadness or better to say MELANCHOLY of 80's. Great song to listen inside Car while its raining outside ( from my own experience ).

"PAST" Yes, this is my personal favorite track. This track runs away from typical post-punk sound with some 70's Punk rock based riffs and drumming that gives me a splash of CHAMPAGNE+ COCAINE in my head. The lyric is simple and strong enough to catch my tongue everytime I play it.

Its a great band with enough mixture of attitude, intensity, RAWNESS and definitely POST-PUNK sound. The demo is worth for RAW & ENERGETIC post-punk sound addicts. Do check them out. Other than that, they're also regular performers and friends of KL based Post-punk community called DANCE PUNK PARTY(DPP) So, check out their Facebook page to discover their great bands and events.

P A R T I M E L O V E R S