Who will name your child?

Neither the father of it,
Nor your crushed, twirled skeleton,
Neither written on birth cert,
Nor any government code,

Will recognize these stray nameless children.

Either with strong hard debate,
Or subsidice explosive,
Either how facts been revealed,
Or logically verified,

Will only lead them to more confusion.

What is the named given to it?

29/9/09
for the Mongolian woman
and the fallen rakyat.

10 Ways To Seal My Mouth.

Stich with needles and threads,
Nail with ‘righteous’ hammer,
Clamp with large paper clip,
Cram with dirty towel,
Corrode with acidic,
Chop the tongue with cleaver,
Adhesive with cement,
Burn with cube potassium,
Paste a tape round the mouth,

Or – Just give me a raise.

5 September 2009
4.57pm

Boarding Pass

Ship No: 1A MAY SAIL
Boarding No: 04-125-6873

Captain: Tyrant

I prefer the black one.






31/08/09
rearrange the ship no. with the boarding pass

Obedience Training for All

Come on children,
Drag your parents,
Bring your children,
O parents.
Come to the open obedience class.

Teach them sit
When they need to sit and listen
Teach them here
When they are wondering like fools
Teach them beg
When they are expecting everything.
.
Lure ye police,
Come on YB’s,
Grasp their collar,
Grip their leash,
Seize them to the advance obedience class.

Teach them heel
When they are dissolving while walking
Teach them speak
When they are barking nonsense of tyrant
Teach them back up
When they ain't comforting

No breed is impossible for obedience train,
Only some breeds do not know they need to train.

30/8/2009
5.15pm
happy birthday malaysia

Old Drain New Stain

once again,
we sit beside the drain,
which causes us pain,
scrubbing off human and become like saint.

Dark waters flow from end
till the other end
when will heaven send
angels to blend
the waters and stained

Souls of the difference
And the unworthy
From time and class
Living in the drain for eternally

We soak our feet
in the cold, mystic, indulging waters
seeing ourselves in the reflection
of trying to fleet
like the saints in feathers

before we realize,
we left our souls with the waters.

Revisiting My Father’s Testicles

We were nameless,
When we lived in the tiny seminal versicle,
Holding a portrait
of our gravestone.

Travel through a petite tunnel
into a place
where you can wave your hand
to some pictures
of those who came before you

you will be happy
and be pleased
as your picture
become part of them

24/4/2009

Lesson 1 of 1: Seniority Comes First

Running in the arid field,
Pacing on the piercing grass,
No one would give a yield,
Failure is worse than eating glass.

You could have run all day,
To make you believe that you are not a lay.
A pinch runner is impossible,
To exist in your principle.

Look, our feet are soaking in blood,
Feel, our tongues are shrinking till fade,
Pain, in the knees for long stood,
And running under the burning sun far from shade

Blood stains on the lawn,
Of the dusk and the dawn,
But your vociferous aver,
Calling the blood will ever,

Be yours.

Pay no attention to,
The same feet we have.

5/5/09
7.52am
during assembly with you