what a shame... not a shame, a problem.

Been subsisting this for more than six months now and I still am in a predicament on how to comprehend the nature of the populace around me.  According to them, they’ve been operational for more than five years, but I guess experience is indiscernible if aptitude is not given as a dowry.

The realm that I’m handling has been the owner of blames and accusations but it has been my nature to not go into battle with obtuse individuals because this will mean that I will condescend on their level of discernment.

The intimates that I have has been my source of survival, my spring of driving force, my supply of beam whenever I drag myself to labor.

It is an infamy that a business such as the hell that I am at is widespread.  What a shame…not a shame, a problem….

WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?

Another week of dreadful Monday meeting
With a bunch of nincompoops and thieves
With a counterpart who looks like I villain elf
And females in covered leaves

I can’t wait for it to be over, their wits are making mine suffer.
Lord, please listen make me comprehend.
Are you facing me with your rear? If you’re not…
then what the fuck am I doing here?

Beyond control

By six fire and ice encountered, bought victuals which will be consumed later…

Went to hitwidtwis’s asylum and viewed the box of leisure, the window of finicky site.

Almost every second the exchange of maw language was occurring, the fervor of the skin creates heat that was tormenting past ones imagination.

Struggling to dominate what ones affection expresses….

Then the cuisine was munched, lied in the cradle with arms clasped

A few more water shared, a little graze on the hair, slight strokes of the skin.

The inevitable happened, fire and ice united, outbreak of adoration, the affection which until now is considered to be a phenomenon Beyond Control….

FRUNCLE

After a taste of ecstasy in Malacca….

A weekday usually starts at 12 am, I conjecture the fact that since I arrived in this mire of a place my customary time begins at 6 pm.

5 pm….Waited for 2 hours for the one liner “FRUNCLE,” …..to keep my sagacity tacked, I engaged into a banter with my life.

FRUNCLE finally arrived, he played sticks while slurping the bronzed liquid that makes our wits slower but eminent.  Conversing about how the hope of extreme bliss will look like, how hitwidtwis can unexpectedly become a branch of the TREE. 

I’m just elated that FRUNCLE and his family existed amidst my plummeting verve, introduced me to life to make me appreciate that the best things in life are free…

After the urn was emptied, god went to a go through with the band, recurred what just occurred…

Went back to his domicile….

Heard the voice of life….

And laid in the cot with a smile…

Meet the 'ters

Stepping on the doorstep of clueless domicile…
Introduced me to my female reflection… tidy, bops and keys….
Presented me to a fresh mother and a pearl of existence….
I wonder if it’ll agree of my outer shell, my inner soul, my pleasant smile, my hoping charm
Question if they’ll feel my blameless intentions…

Before midnight, I guess they did, I guess they do. Fairytales do come true… Envy me…
Pray someday it’ll happen to you…

One for Life..... I MISS YOU BEFORE YOU'RE GONE

The sun has risen
Dew is 'round
You held my hair
and made me warm

I saw your face
blushing in pink
Then I frown
'cause I feel down

I saw you smile
to lift me up
then I felt so high
high, high above

Now the sun is setting
night is near
then dawn shall break
your voice I'll hear

I close my eyes
till then I wait
for your soft whisper
to make me awake

Only your voice
and only your smile
could liven my heart
and open my mind

That's why I miss you
before you're gone
said I miss you
I miss you...
Can't stand to be alone

Can't stand to be alone baby
Without you, I feel damn crazy
Cause you're my guide
you're my pride
you're my life
so please don't ever leave my side....

I damn miss you before you're gone.....

Yesterday...

Yesterday…

Started with signs of misfortune and mishaps, no voice, sporadic heart, no cash, day was unkind…

The whole DAY was just the same shit of load with the virtue of acceptance in mind…

Then came dusk, the ember of Amber materialized… made me smile twice, damn it was nice….

6 – 11, felt like heaven, wanting more, wishing it won’t end, though I know it’s like a roll of dice…

I hope the world isn’t that intricate, I hope it isn’t that unfair….

Hoping someday, somehow, adoration for us we share…

Tell me why I don’t like Mondays…

As the song says this line, hoping the irony of it tickles my sanity. Every Monday of my damn time in this crumbling place, I drag myself to work, striving to understand and hunt for the reason why the greatest brought me here. A piece of distress, a section of torment, a quarter of resentment, a chunk of disappointment, same shit different day.

Today is something atypical I hope, woke up with a sore throat, a sporadic heart but with a beam that denotes the ferment of ending work at 5pm and enjoy the aura of being free. Freedom to converse on whatever matter without any judgment or supposition, having the pleasure of being elated with the presence of the feeling so unfamiliar but has provided undying bliss from the day I congregate with thou.

Now tell me why I don’t like Mondays – because it’s only one day in a week.