3 hours away

3 hours
Between Heaven and Earth
A mere 1/8 of a day
To touch an angel
And hear her sing sweetly
A heavenly melody
Of blissful love
For me

3 hours
Separate me from Nirvana
Where a goddess
Awaits mortal me
To gaze seductively
With angel eyes
Full of unspoken promises
A rapturous destiny

3 hours
Spans Paradise from reality
Just a redolent nebulous
Whisper away
Where I could attain
My dreams’ desire
Of amaranthine
Sweet love

3 hours
Still frustratingly deny me
Eden’s warm embrace
For the hands of both clocks
Move in tandem
To shackle me
In Plutonian purgatory
From her


Symbiotic sufferings

When she fasts, I starve miserably
Denied love, deprived of affection
Struggling in vain to sustain my soul
With a meaningless purpose in life

When she vanishes I become blind
No longer aware of the universe
Isolated in a perpetual darkness
Terrified by her absence, a void

When she stays silent I’m a mute
Unable to cry out my loneliness
Speechless in vacuum of no hope
None heard my cries of sorrow

When she rolls her angelic eyes
My heart flips into toppled state
Like a useless 3-axes gyroscope
Utter directionless disorientation


Humbug mathematics

Change change change
The mob cheered, spurred on by their proclaimed reformasi

Roused by incited fervour
In chucking out the bathwater they threw away the poor baby

Burning with opiate rage
Befuddled, besotted, bewitched by the hypnotizing siren call

The ugly crowd ignored
Having a hard look at themselves in the mirror on the wall

In pompous self righteousness
Exempting themselves through pseudological propaganda

From all rules, proof and ethics
Forgetting what’s good for goosey should be good for gander

Their democracy is a poker game
Upping the ante with bluff, bluster and bamboozling antics

Where 82 is somehow greater than 138
Spinning out a new doctoral thesis on humbug mathematics

50% wishful hope, 50% hopeful wish
And another 31%, 31 parts, 31 tonnes, just 31 of anything

Why not 31 plastic Taiwanese frogs
To realize their dreams of making 4-face Brahma the King

De facto, De ceitful, De vious
His ‘Majesty’ demands democracy must close one bloody eye

The end justifies the means
16 Sep, 23rd, Hari Raya, Christmas, New Year, man man lai

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