Filth Gem

The Queen bears a child
A Prince from a far away land
The King believes the Prince is His
The Queen knows who the Prince's sire is

The Prince grow up under a knight's keen eye
Knight keeps an eye for the Queen
Both secretly meet at the garden of Eden
Away from the King's vast homeland

Outside the kingdom dwells the enemies of the King
Foxes, Heina are Knight's bestfriend
Both worlds are ruled by a single Queen
Both worlds will soon be ruled by Prince turned King

The truth is preserved King after Kings
The truth remains as a filth gem
Prince's true identity is buried in a haven
In the Knight's and Queen's garden of Eden

Stress Buster

Head breaking
Stress overflowing
You towards my direction facing
It's like instant healing

There is that something in you
That I can't explain
That turns my dull day
Into a special day

Something inside me
Recognizes something in you
Every bit of my blue
Has disappeared when I see you

I don't have a clue
If there will be me and you
All I know
Is that I am into you

Seasons and Chemical

Green leaves of spring and summer
Will soon disappear
Replace with dry leaves of autumn
And lonely winter chill

In the days of winter
To touch a skin, and feel its warmth
Is humanely normal
Without it, it's insanely paranoidal

Glad that I live in a tropical
When struck with a type of chemical
Love that's what it's called
By the young and the old

Initiation

It started with a Hi
An exchange of ordinary greeting
An exchange of smiles
Never expected a future exchange of numbers

Phone on hand
First message was Hi
It took a while for a Hello
I bet I knew

I was a stranger to you
And you were too
Constantly I throw and continuously you catch
I guess we match

Look up! , We have just decorated the sky
The dead space above
Is now painted with black and glitters
With our countless exchange of letters

Underneath

A man of words becomes a mute
When the girl passes by is some sort of cute
Pretending to be unaffected
Underneath feelings skyrocketed

His eyes meet hers
Trying to avert
Pretending to be by accident
Underneath loves the presence of her

His skin touches hers
Trying to lift it up quickly
Pretending to be by accident
Underneath his actions are pulled towards her deliberately

Target

I didn't mean to be caught by you
Under broad daylight watching over you
What I really mean is to let you know
What's underneath me is shouting all about you

The signal I sent is pretty clear
I doubt if you've read it
I guess you've missed it
And so, I repeat it

This time I miss the target
And send the signal to a wrong target
She caught me by the eye
My face was filled with red dye

As quick as the clock's tick
I look up, left and right
I turn my back gently
And pick-up the embarassed me

Bittersweet

Will you be mine?
It's a popped question
Aye is a skyrocket to heaven
Nay is a skydive without a parachute

The unknown yield makes life exciting
Fear for nay
And a doubtful aye
Don't you know, it's just the icing

True flavor is tasted when the cake is naked
Made of a various flavor in this world of flour
Crumbled, rolled, twisted on a baker's table
Even the perfect pie is baked over a heated core

Embrace the brownies covered with peanuts
If it's what yields from a supposed to be mousse
Brownies may not be soft and smooth as mousse
But still gives sweetness from an imperfect life's juice

To sift through pains
Is an experience gain
To be a better player
In life's next game

Right and Wrong

The man wakes up at the wrong bed
In a garden with a single flower
The man leaves the flower in a tattered dress
He leaves her with a shattered heart
Both at its best when apart

By the time the flower greets the sun
The man has disappeared together with the dew
Both continue to live in a border
Both continue to dance through the night
Till they meet again in the garden of beer and wine

As the man says hello to a new and tougher flower
This time the man wakes up on the right bed
With an innocent flower
Whose dress is not tattered
Nor her heart is shattered

Reap

Glass windows closed
Covered curtains resist the outside lighting
The room is dusky blue
The man is lying, remisnicing a once good spark

Someone knocks the door
But the man is not ready
The surprise awaits for him
But he refused, Perhaps he's tired of the game

He's focused on his wants
He's focused on his needs
He's nursing a seed
And protect it from weeds

When it's time to reap
The frutis of a fruitless tree
That has reached its roots down the mantle
Reaping through the ways of gentle

The man levitates
As he walks his path
Noone sees it
But the man feels it

Leap

Adaptation is instinctive
Acceptance is penetrative
Arduous thing to fight for
As the sheep learns to put on a tigers fur

The sheep grow horns as days go by
Not because it's intrinsic
It's a situation call rather
To shelter the greater matter

The core is as pure as a virgin
The crust is as corrupted as a toxin
Still able to grow a fruit of plenty
On this earth full of cruelty

Now is never early
For centuries it has been planted in the society
Some have conquered the nation
Some have died without the attention

To lavish in the darkness
Has its pros and cons
At times the dark is as colorful as the crayons
At times the dark is ruled and devoured by demons

To cut through the emptiness
Is the ultimate shortcut to happiness
May it be short-lived or long-lived
In the darkness, the sheep is not ready to leave