My Way

My way or the highway
My bridge or the ditch
Last chance, that's my say
So go consult your witch

Em is bigger than amNO
Thus the party I'll destroy
Who cares if it faces woe
If I don't have my 'lil joy

I have done it once before
I will happily do it again
Now you know the score
So bloody use your brain

I'm the most-est, yes me
who floats like a butterfly
No, it ain't that Mohd Ali
who's more like a gadfly

I'm the one who can sting
Like a pissed off tebuan
If you dare fail to bring
All those I said I want

I'm focussed on my aim
Better not get in my way
Whatever I doth claim
Have it ready by today

Sonnet for Satay Scoundrels

move to Putrajaya my bloody foot

ooops, would that be seditious?

wakakaka

To the overburnt rancid satay culprits:

What is but there for you to do
other than to serve the people
If on this you haven’t a clue
Then you’re in f* deep trouble

Place your own gross desires
behind your obligated task
From you all it just requires
isn’t much of a big f* ask

No more of burnt rancid satay
That poisons a friend’s mind
Or of mutual trust you betray
With it, golden bonds unbind

Belay your foul bullshit move
to that fabled Putrajaya city
Your own interest do remove
Its real motive we want to see

Put your bloody back to the job
For the rakyat, sweat and toil
And do not their hopes f* rob
Nor their trust you bloody soil

You damn mongrels!

I ain't no chicken farmer

Malaysia Boleh so think BIG lah

wakakaka

Torn from my vigilant duties at the border

Guarding against entry of seditious ashes

For Negara and Merdeka I restored order

By arresting those purple-dressed pipi-ess

Wearing wrong colored shirts was their fault

When blue would have won for them the day

Then their Merdeka march I wouldn't dare halt

And their intention, I won’t have a single say

2009 was 2009, so why still talk about Kugan

And I also resent being labelled a mongrel

Regardless of whatever political affiliation

My groomed hair shows I’m not a scoundrel

I admit I am angry for what I saw on Twitter

But only for failing to give me proper due

By comparing me to a failed chicken farmer

For that mistake I'll make the offender rue

Do you know who's the failed chicken farmer?

Answer at bottom

Don’t you dare confuse me with legal fact

Of what's ‘illegal’ and what's ‘unregistered’

Don’t trouble me with obfuscating abstract

I am who I am, I've decided they've erred

Yesterday Boss wanted us to up our unity

To face any challenge and whatever test

Well, what better test than free nasi curry

So stop whining, whinging and your protest

Look at those who praised my patriotic action

They of blue ‘pedigree’, ‘proper’ upbringing

Saying my mini Ops Lalang has justification

From them I hear only encouraging singing

I shall help leave behind a peaceful Malaysia

Of prosperity where RM6 billion is nothing

Once my duty's done, for jolly good measure

I’ll be back at the border so no ash sneaks in

He was the unsuccessful chicken farmer

Above also published in letter to Malaysiakini on 01 September 2014

The Champion Buffalo

yo, right up to my f**king neck in water

wakakaka

I am the rogue, the outcast, a pariah

Living in the shade of a yellow brolly
My personal position in straits dire
Due to my pathetic pompous hubris

In truth I am greatest, the mostest
Tho' thick skin like a water buffalo
No one can be like me the smartest
With a brain like an overripe pomelo

I can knock down friends and foes
Sting them like venomous scorpion
Knock them for six like dominoes
I am no less a right royal champion

Splish splash, we kerbau love water
Wallowing in muddy cesspool bath
Tho' you may find such filth a horror
We luxuriate in such a decadent path


Moo moo moo moo moo moolah
Wakakaka wakakaka wakakaka

The most dangerous woman in Malaysia

Her smile radiates scintillating beams of thousand volts
It’s said on the Dacing she weighs more than a vampire
Her straight messages to the foes are like thunderbolts
O Dyana, you’re the most dangerous woman in Malaysia

A Doctor was galvanized into admonishing the parents
He was followed by an army of doomsayers in the rear
Including thugs on motorcycles with their vicious stunts
O Dyana, you’re the most dangerous woman in Malaysia

Lahad Datu had nothing on a photo-ed bikini-ed recruit
Who wasn't even aware she was coopted most unfair
Desperate sinister forces misuse the dear Pinoy beaut
O Dyana, you’re the most dangerous woman in Malaysia

Not since our Hellenic sweetie, wakakaka, she from Troy
Has there been so much consternation, worries and fear
Forcing the Sith Lord’s Goebbel-like battalions to deploy
O Dyana, you’re the most dangerous woman in Malaysia

A Sylvester Stallone wannabe mumbled about ingrates
It’s a wonder he wasn't donned in pseudo military gear
Spewing with spit-freckled vile venom his pretend hates
O Dyana, you’re the most dangerous woman in Malaysia

The evil Empire worries that the Heartland dam may burst
Taking away unsullied youths upholding democracy dear
Rejecting all versions of deformasi (wakakaka) accursed
O Dyana, you’re the most dangerous woman in Malaysia

Tribute to the people's Tiger

Tribute to the people’s Tiger

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I saw the Khalsa Warrior saddled up on his white steed
With steely eyes, a lion’s heart and strong moral kirpa
And ready to offer for the downtrodden his good deed
Even if that requires him to ride bravely into Nirvana

Indomitable, courageous, resolute yet conscionable
He was the people’s Tiger with a compassionate heart
No legal or political challenge for him was impossible
Even if he had to upset sacred cows and the apple cart

So he has ridden his faithful steed into the setting sun
Along a lush valley of fragrant lily and bunga cempaka
But he wants us to know his tasks are yet all to be done
With even more after he reaches the Golden Gurdwara

Thus we his heirs of conscience, of public responsibilities
Must pick up his mantle even as we bid our Bhai adieu
And continue unabated his discharge of righteous duties
So he can sit peacefully on the right side of Waheguru

my tribute to Bhai published by Malaysiakini today

Remembering Bernard Khoo @ Zorro Unmasked

In Spanish California Don Diego de la Vega might have been Zorro
Tho’ in our homeland he had been none other than Bernard Khoo
But to our immense shock, grief and tears, our much great sorrow
Our respected silver haired fox (Zorro) has left us for yonder blue

I’m sure Bernard in that far better place will still be sipping away
His much loved ‘The Macallam’ tot by unending tot with an angel
Where he is, there’s no night nor darkness, only ever blissful day
Dear Bernard Khoo, Zorro Unmasked, requiescat in pace, Vale

Eulogy also published in KTemoc Konsiders

Remembering Sabrina Yeap

The Star Online - Animal rescuer Yeap dies

O you left us too soon dearest Sabrina

With nary a goodbye, a smile or a wave

Compassionate sweetie like a bodhisattva

Heart of gold, so kind, loving and brave

It’s not just furry friends who’ll miss you

Wondering why they no longer see Sabrina

We too love you dear, and will be very blue

Though we know you have left for Nirvana

This post was first published on 18 July 2012 at my other blog KTemoc Konsider, and transferred here for safe-keeping.

Remembering William Yau Zhen Zhong

One moment I was left in the car

Next, they found I was truly gone

To a new world that’s so very far

Sadly making my parents mourn

One moment in my short six years

Took me William forever far away

Bringing to my parents bitter tears

Oh God why why why, they’d say

One moment of so wicked cruelty

Has torn my dearest family apart

Evil struck hard at six-year old me

Like a sharp dagger into my heart

One moment, one honest mistake

Has darkened a once-happy world

Sorrow my parents would partake

With deep anguish in endless twirl

One moment of sorrow, then I'd be

In happier place than where I was

You may keep me in your memory

And help my parents with their loss

Reference: Free Malaysia Today - Mother: Dead boy is my William

The murder of Teoh Beng Hock

I posted Remembering Teoh Beng Hock more than 2 years ago on 06/06/2010 and reproduced below as Part I.

I believe we should not forget his unnecessary and cruel death and the lack of justice for him and his family.

Part II of The Murder of Teoh Beng Hock is immediately after the first part and is presented in more cryptic form.

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Part I (the Murder)

The next day I was to wed my love

She would have taken up my name

But some said the Immortals above

Like Fate, would play a cruel game

I was called in as a so-called witness

To come up with required evidence

'They' gave me dozen hours of stress

To support their pre-determinations

Oh, didn't I mention my wedding

When friends'd celebrate with me?

Alas, that did not come to being

Why so? Ask that Am-ay cee cee

'They' said I was one who’d loiter

And nap to soothe my sleepy eye

So as to feel fresh to reconnoitre

For a nice spot to takeoff and fly

In 7 months I was to have a baby

How proud I’d be as a new father

Waiting, thanks to Am-ay cee cee,

On the other side of the Styx river

‘They’ now add insults to injury

Claiming I had Triad association

A red herring to deflect query

Of my death and their connection

Just their leitmotif, it's not new

Unbridled power, their slogan

Unaccountability is their cue

Don’t believe me? Ask Kugan

Did you see the tears of my father

And also those of my bride to be

They both seek a simple answer

From a very silent Am-ay cee cee

Part II (The Murderer)

He was the one who hung me just by my belt

In death-defying position outside the window.

Shit happened, belt broke, thus I was dealt

Horrifying death in a plunge towards below.

Act of unforgivable criminality he was guilty,

Murdering me ‘coz of his callous arrogance

Using fabricated pretext of interviewing me.

Denied me basic rights to smash my resistance

Deceitfully absent during police check of DNA

Instructing his prints on window be wiped clean

Nothing in the office of Am-ay-cee-cee to say

He was present there at floor number fourteen

All subterfuge will not my red blood wiped off

Staining his two evil hands that had slain me

His Maker will not permit him excuses to doff

Injustice he committed, & acquitted it shall be

Moved away he has, but we know who he is

Related: I work for the rights of the dead

I work for the rights of the dead

My letter to Malaysiakini titled I work for the rights for the dead published yesterday is dedicated to a brave compassionate professional Dr Pornthip Rojanasunand

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You see only a very dead man
Just a clammy lifeless corpse
Perhaps decomposing badly
To return home to Mother Nature

But I see in him a devoted son,
A dear brother, loving husband
We’re definitely different, ‘coz
I work for the rights of the dead

You claim he had given all up
Absconding from his life duties
Now lying on a cold marble slab
Body broken up in your eyes

But his scars confides to me
He went not of his own volition
His sad face tells me a story, ‘coz
I work for the rights of the dead

You avoid touching his cold hands
And cringe at the sight of him
A gruesome inconvenience for you
Just another statistic to file away

However I sense a glow still in him
The love of a man, the joyful pride
Of a father to be, I know these ‘coz
I work for the rights of the dead

His opaque glassy eyes terrify you
You look over your shoulders
At midnight you cower in groups
Fearing the ghost from your guilt

I feel his body and he whispers
To me pleas to tell the whole truth
Of his life stolen away, I will ‘coz
I work for the rights of the dead

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Teoh Beng Hock - killed at MACC Head Office

Remembering Teoh Beng Hock

The next day I was to wed my love
She would have taken up my name
But some said the Immortals above
Like Fate, would play a cruel game

I was called in as a so-called witness
To come up with required evidence
'They' gave me dozen hours of stress
To support their pre-determinations

Oh, didn't I mention my wedding
When friends'd celebrate with me?
Alas, that did not come to being
Why so? Ask that Am-ay cee cee

'They' said I was one who’d loiter
And nap to soothe my sleepy eye
So as to feel fresh to reconnoiter
For a nice spot to takeoff and fly

In 7 months I was to have a baby
How proud I’d be as a new father
Waiting, thanks to Am-ay cee cee,
On the other side of the Styx river

‘They’ now add insults to injury
Claiming I had Triad association
A red herring to deflect query
Of my death and their connection

Just their leitmotif, it's not new
Unbridled power, their slogan
Unaccountability is their cue
Don’t believe me? Ask Kugan

Did you see the tears of my father
And also those of my bride to be
They both seek a simple answer
From a very silent Am-ay cee cee


On 18 July 2009 I posted this in my other blog KTemoc Konsiders as Mysterious death of Teoh Beng Hock - a voice from beyond.

False prophets of Kampung Buah Pala

The court has passed the death sentence
On High Chaparral, the village of Buah Pala
Signalling the final chapter of a resistance
That was further weakened by bull charisma

The villagers mortally wounded long ago
Were ill served by the new false prophets
Misleading the residents from woe to woe
Treating innocent hopefuls as mere puppets

Once where real cow poo fertilize the land
Sheer utter bull now corrupts the pristine air
Confusing the villagers with sleight of hand
By their exploitative braggadocio and dare

Resist, hold fast, give way not a millimeter
From way behind they shouted ferociously
We’re sure to win, but comes September
Those ‘brave’ voices will just be a memory


See Malaysiakini - Federal Court strikes out Buah Pala residents' application

Jeanne d’Arc & Jailani d’Azalina

Jeanne d’Arc, then just 19
Fought for God and country
They burnt her at the stake
T’was a Christian thing to do

Initially disowned, a heretic?
Then heroine, a sweet saint
Ha, a useful name for pollies
To brandish for patriotic votes

She fought for her liege King
but who abandoned the Maid
To those English from beyond
Oh, shameful disloyal royalty

Jailani d’Azalina, at sweet 26
Saw God in a wrong country
Wanna burn her at the stake?
Just the fate for an apostate

Initially embraced, a heroine
A sweet 'saint' of Christianity
Crusaders fought for the Maid
To the last drop of her blood

But she was soon abandoned
Along the path of expediency
Her usefulness now hudud-ised
No more memory of Lina Joy

Related:
(1) Kuala Terengganu - politics & strange bedfellows
(2) Lina Joy - Victim of religion or Votive offering to religion?

Shearing my ruffled hair

She ran her fingers through my hair
Then ruffled them affectionately
But it was my heart that was tousled
My yang and yin in dynamic turmoil
But only for a second or two, sigh,
Caught by such delightful surprise
Awakening in me something strange
That I hadn’t felt for a long long time

But now, such sweetness has gone
No more will I thrill to her soft touch
To be enthralled by the endearment
My hair rendered utterly irrelevant
Should be shorn off like Samson’s
And like the biblical judge, my hope
Enervated, just my karmic outcome
I am all alone as I have once been

Dew drop

Twinkling
In dawn's glow
On a leaf
A dew drop

A tear
From an angel?
Or a pearl
Of promise?

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
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