YOU, 30 March 2010
Blessing be upon you, gracious lilies
Upon my words ! How have I lived without you? Oh how have I wished upon the sad star wishing you were here tonight. I would just thank your mother for giving you birth. I am telling ye, my lady, "she's the one".
I am going up the hill, riding on a limping chariot, whose vigor no longer generous. I am whistling a theatrical ballad, a tale of the a man in his Grecian sandals abiding to the mournful and forlorn state of his mind. He is falling apart. I am falling apart.
Dancing in the dark ain't no a pleasure. No warmth is felt and no lust is mentioned. Those days once belonged to those singing Gypsies are long gone, coiled by fateful wind amid spring. Then I say, "floral in spring ? Groundbreaking"........ hush hush
Hush hush..... how have I been so cold. Would you assist me? I am limping after-all. Help me from the hungry-ness of those misleading devourer, sing me a Spanish lullaby bring me to sleep for I barely have the gut for tomorrow. Take me away, somewhere only birds chirping and bees humming. Oh lets grow lilies and have 'em in pots over the shimmering glass of tea.
Do you somehow feel I am not happy? I ain't no mad at anyone anymore. Spare a gist of your blissful breath of air and search for my soul.
Because I am here. And you are not. Please me.
Your dear soul
Che Engku Amin Che Engku Aziz