I refuse to be caught up in the drama
A drama caused by things
Conjured up in the minds
Of the Insecure
To push us out
Further and further away
My Dear Precious Gems
my dear precious gems
so you're into tunes, films and games
spending hours, money and worry
then and again, times too many
but word to the wise
they aren't not a vice
drawing you in with lies
turning men into mice
so you're into tunes, films and games
spending hours, money and worry
then and again, times too many
but word to the wise
they aren't not a vice
drawing you in with lies
turning men into mice
We Call Ourselves Muslims
We call ourselves Muslims
But we prefer to listen to songs
Rather than listen to the Quran
We call ourselves Muslims
But we recite the lyrics to songs and dance to its
tune
Rather than recite the words and follow the teachings
of the Quran
Lost Time
Hey, time wasters, I’m talking to you.
Yes, you! The one who is right now fiddling with your phone playing games.
Yes, you! The one who is right now lying on your back on your soft comfy bed.
You do nothing in particular, just staring up into empty space.
Go on, close your eyes
Go on, close your eyes
Carry on dreaming
Ignore the warning signs
Pretend you still have time
Make Every Second Count
Make every second count
To prove yourself worthy
Of living in a perfect place
Populated with perfectly nice
Beautiful, happy people
Not a Single Tear
Not a single
tear
You let shed
for him
The one you
had lost
At long last
was unveiled
Had never been
yours
Out of The Picture
I'm sorry, but I have to take you out of the picture.
It's not working. Don't think it ever will.
When I agreed to go into this I never expect things would turn out so bad, oh so very bad that it's beyond salvation.
I'm Not Lazy, It's Just That My Blood Freezes Over
I try to get up
To pick up the broom
And sweep the floor
But I couldn't even lift a finger
As my blood freezes over
To pick up the broom
And sweep the floor
But I couldn't even lift a finger
As my blood freezes over
Why?
It makes me sorry
It makes me wonder
To seek solace
Why use your voice
To carry o keys
And not turn to the Book
It makes me wonder
To seek solace
Why use your voice
To carry o keys
And not turn to the Book
Why I Hate the Baju Kurung
They say wearing the baju kurung
Is very decent
Makes you look demure & sopan
Is very decent
Makes you look demure & sopan
But what I hate most
About the baju kurung
About the baju kurung
Expiration Fund
I often ponder, full of wonder
How much have I in my expiration fund
Is my good more than my bad
Or is it the other way around
How much have I in my expiration fund
Is my good more than my bad
Or is it the other way around
The Psychedelic Blues
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| The bamboozled psychedelic woman |
The Psychedelic Blues
The heart is on the floor
No more energy...
Spent and drained
Spent and drained
My Eyesore
There you are regally sitting mere
Time and again in the little corner
With your old chipped wooden body
Underneath plastic cover so dusty
I am who I am, You are who you are
I am who I am
You are who you are
I can never be you
And you can never be me
You are who you are
I can never be you
When Once...
When once you were so close and dear to my heart
Now not only are you so remote and distant from my life
But you are now totally removed and discarded from this heart
of Not Snot, Know Knot
I'm not a snot
Really I'm not
Even if my nickname ends in a not
And rhymes with a snot
Really I'm not
Even if my nickname ends in a not
And rhymes with a snot
Tragedy of the Heart
It's a tragedy...
A tragedy of the heart
When...
The one you love and trusted most
The one who professes his love to you
A tragedy of the heart
When...
The one you love and trusted most
The one who professes his love to you
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