To an old friend

I am an old friend,
from a long past,
come to call you out,
to give thanks
for all that was
and everything without.
Should we ever meet again,
as men, aged and experienced,
I would sit with you old,
and converse on our lives spent.
'Till then old friend,
not forgotten, always in praise,
until that fated day.

Cowardly Irresponsible Male-Bitch of A Man

This goes out to my once-so-called-friend, Johan Razlan a.k.a Joe whom I would prefer to call him an a$shole, heck, he is THE a$shole with his ignorant partner in crime his very own good for nothing lying baby back b!tch mother(013 9509027). For those of y'all who is staying in M'sia and have nothing better to do, give this chump's mother a call, trust me..she is as dumb as an ox, no wonder the son ain't doing any better..
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=703737&MyToken=2a5d1e2e-2655-42c6-8478-2e2835abae69
<-----link to the bastard's profile in myspace...easiest way to show y'all his looks...typical pariah look from the east coast

A Shade Of Light

Stripped of hopes and dreams I ponder,
cruel blows of lies and slanders never wander,
to the brink of insanity, pushed further,
robbed of dignity, what little left flew yonder.

Banished to exile, outcast among outcasts,
the never ending journey of sinful lust,
666 lingered around the corner inauspicious,
feeding on my radiating ambient of jitters.

Knees dropped thunderously for mercy I begged,
looking up the stars wishing I could go back,
time of the past a dream which kept me intact,
repented marching forward with my war flag.

Moved forward I did and the devil followed,
as I progress my path still lies hollow,
a spec of pearly light so bright it glowed,
aura of relief and compassion it flowed.

Light of justice, light of alleviation,
rewarded I was for my tremendous patience,
I thawed my battered body forward virulent,
beautiful twinkling balls dancing in a suttle motion.

There she was appered in the prettiest manner,
my heart stopped breathing as though hammered,
panorama so breathtaking for years I have ponder,
down She comes accepting me to be Her lover.




Micahel Jermaine Lau

Here's a recording in tribute to our friend from Ireland, Mr. Paul. I agree, we should masterbate for peace.

Life:

Trying to see the point to living but just can't make it. I have no idea on why the world falls into such a bad place like that. I see no future that is worth living, yet in that total darkness, is there a light that shines on my humanity; on our humanity? I wonder if the world and its people can learn to live in peace as much as live in in murder, chaos, disorder, and that very tasty blood filled sundae that Sally was going to eat. Nah, I don't think utopia is real, never had, never will. I think I'll be joining Sally and have an iced corpse. there is no humanity for us, we lost it along time ago.

Dude! Take my life away...

Here we reside in the tones of conformity,
The ideals of life that society taught us,
In which do we come and go, to and fro,
Yet the makings of the world do not show,

Can you take my life away?
Can you make me suffer no more of this pain?
I die each time you pass the chance,
To end my misery by a mere glance,

Dude! I am in pain and painings of living grow,
All that needs to be done is for joy to come,
But that never happens, not in a chance,
You never see the truth, not at first glance...

musterbate for peace

This goes a long way, a tribute to Mr Paul of Ireland for supporting peace and for that, I will publish your oh so great poem here.

Mister Bush and Mister Blair
That pair are oh so silly
I think the reason for this war
Is that they've got small willies
Repression is their motto
So seldom do they spank
I think they should get mutual
And share a friendly wank