Arab Street

The sound of the Azan calling people in,
a religion so beautiful as an Angel,
I never fail to come to you,
cause your heart is always open for me.

The bright colours brings up my mood,
all the shops owners promoting their goods,
each with its unique styles and designs,
I’m spoilt for choices, god give me some signs.

The smell of incense burning goes deep into my nose,
the textile shop just turned into a temple,
I hold my breath for the longest time,
I just want to get away from the hot sun.

Carpets, carpets, carpets,
they come in different shape and sizes,
in different colours and prices,
the big ones are for flying.

The sight of tourist snapping pictures,
they sweating after exploring the sights,
a toast they celebrate for an awesome night,
with Teh Tarik no beers tonight.

In The Lab

I just farted,
but it don’t smell,
my brother spray aloe vera all over the room,
and I enjoy spelling.

Pocket Full Of Hate

All I’m asking of you is to,
love me,
hate me,
kiss me,
hit me.

All I’m asking from you is not much, just,
care for me,
don’t give a fuck about me,
hug me,
ignore me.

If all that is hard to then just,
leave me,
be with me,
look at me,
blind me.

Big

I want to explode like Hiroshima,
my heart is boiling like a manual kettle,
making noises like nobody’s business,
I just want to kill y’all.

I just want to kill you,
for stripping out my freedom with a string attach,
I’m no puppet I’m the puppeteer,
I move you like a poet.

I’m turn green like the Incredible Hulk,
I turn my gun towards myself,
I cock it and aim,
I shoot you and all your egos.

My Only One

You are my life,
my future wife,
warm and nice,
the one to feed me rice.

I never meant to hurt you,
never meant to hurt us,
never meant to touch you,
and turn you into stone.

I’m not Medusa,
I’m just a lover,
who needs your love and comfort,
I need your love and kindness.

The Fast Life

We’re living the fast life,
where the boys chasing girls,
but the girls chasing cars,
it’s still a heartbreak no matter what.

We’re living the fast life,
where the fast foods rules,
but not the fat dudes,
they’re too slow to live the fast life,
welcome to the fast life,
where the doctors don’t need to see your files and you’re alright,
this is the fast life,
I’m talking too slow in the fast life,
I wanna go back to my past life,
and have a date with myself.

We’re living the fast life,
where the boys chasing papers,
and the girls chasing cars,
it’s gone be a  heartbreak no matter what.

We’re living the fast life,
where 24 hours a day seems too short,
where the shops should never be close,
we’re living the fast life,
where people in your life just won’t last,
they come and go,
they’re like the seasons,
this is the fast life,
where anything can happen without a reason
where the people can’t have a decent meal in the prison,
we too caught up with ourselves,
it’s time to sit back and relax and reflect on our past life.

Help Me

Sundial Dream can’t help me,
my father won’t help me,
the ministers can’t help me,
I need my help.

Anybody out there who have knowledge to spare,
give it to charity, give them to share,
a higher state of control mentality far away from being sexually engaged,
let’s engaged and be together and let’s not enraged,
they’re just lack of education and college,
cause they’re still throwing babies in college.

The sense of being securely from being insecure,
has taken a toll on me and I’m not secured,
enough to take this news with my much strength and thoughts,
I need a victim for me to punch and kick to make me feel better,
so I wrote myself a letter knowing no one can understand me better than myself,
so I lay down all by myself  outside looking high up at the sky wishing for something to fall,
and make me unconscious for a couple of second before I come back and start wishing,
that I never should have asked that one silly question,

who am i really?

Small World

I have 6 legs and two feelers,
3 body parts and I’m not a stripper,
everyone around me is like Giant,
I’m living in a small world and I’m not an Ant.

Call me by my cellphone,
I plan to get a pager,
email me with your sidekick,
I ain’t eating Apple.

I’m living in a small world,
I feel smaller than a little girl,
smaller than a little girl,
love don’t kill me,

they’re fools.

Petals

My heart is aching by the second,
my head is aching at the same time,
I need a panadol and some love,
to heal my broken heart.

My life is like one big ball of shit,
it keeps getting bigger by the minute,
I swallow my pride and gulp down my ego,
I’m not a man anymore just an ant.

Cold

The world tonight is colder one,
cause its cats and dogs outside,
pouring like there’s no business by the road,
I’m sleeping inside.

The weather seems to be cloud together,
for the better,
or worse,
white and fluffy clouds like cotton candy,
blue and clean sky like the sea inverted,
I invent nothing but words to the wise,
now listen and close your eyes;

pick yourself up and let your hair down,
zip the suitcases up and take a trip down,
destination is up and don’t fall down,
but you’ll fall cause gravity never back down.