How would I refer to God?
He or She?

To refer God as He,
Is an insult to the lady,
that tore her stomach to bring me out
To refer God as She
Is an insult to my creator
who dropped his seed for me to sprout

When did we turn divinity
to have something as sexuality

To confine the Absolute Reality
into boxes of quality
to me is blasphemy

To wage wars and call it holy
to me is just anarchy

Being religious without performing charity
Is in no way spirituality

To reach divinity, is not exercising rituals adamantly
Rather by just practicing humanity

If the Supreme Being is but Love,
Wouldn't It know the difference between
a loving atheist and a sinful believer?

The play of words within her verse
Metaphors and idioms would re-verse
Eloquent language rupturing desires
As she write I don't think whats she aspires
Her words to my verse truly inspire

A Nation Without Any Ringgit

A Nation Without Any Ringgit


One man's dream to be the prime minister
He gambles with the nations future

Once the blue eyed boy of the dictator
Now the opposition leader

Chief among orators, he is
Any opportunity is made his
On the greed to govern
Upholding democracy is not his concern

His party has a mix of people
True leaders who has aspire good governance
True cronies who has aspire handout projects
True follower who are blind, deaf and dumb
Blind to the good work of others,
Deaf to the good work of others,
Dumb for nothing good to say about others

How can leaders grow?
When the lead is not elected

How can democracy flourish?
When favoritism flows freely


Even the voice of reason in the tone criticism
Is barked at from the pitch of loyalty

I want real change
About policies, not about holiday
I want real change
Not just from kangkung to satay

Monday Blues

Monday Blues Monday Blues,
What would cure my Monday Blues,

Morning Neslo or NEscafe O?
Would caffeine do the trick,
I don't think so

Monday Blues Monday Blues,
What would cure my Monday Blues,

At sunset a beer or a stout
Would lager or ale do the trick
Most yes, but still i doubt

Monday Blues Monday Blues,
What would cure my Monday Blues,

A pile of work with no rest
to kick me out of the weekend tune
Would it still bring out my best?

Monday Blues Monday Blues,
What would cure my Monday Blues,

The sweet smile and curved lips
The straight hair and slender hips
for Monday blues its not just a cure
Women, God's creation to adore!