Ya

Dan terjagalah aku ketika tengah malam
memohon ampun memohon belas
Dan terjagalah aku sekali lagi di awal pagi
Diseru sekali lagi
Dan sepuas-puasnya aku menyerah diri

Dan terdengar kokokan si ayam jantan
Dan suara yang membaca ayat-ayat suci
di waktu subuh ini
Dan terjagalah aku sekali lagi
Dibangunkan oleh suara-suara dari arasy
dari kalbu hati

Memanggil untuk sujud lagi
Dan menikmati duniawi
Sebagaimana yang telah dijanji
Dan aku berdoa lagi
Untuk terjaga dari lena tidur dan lena leka
Kerana aku tahu sebagaimana, sebanyak mana
ilmu itu, aku sentiasa dalam ujian
Sebelum aku kembali semula

© 110998

Daun Dan Daratan

Sehelai daun jatuh ke bumi
daripada rimbunannya yang tinggi
setelah lama ia berbakti
membuat santapan untuk tuannya
kini khidmatnya tidak diperlukan lagi

urat-uratnya dirasakan tegang, tidak bermaya
dulu ia amat sombong berada di tempat yang tinggi
bertuankan pohon yang gagah itu
tanah dan pasir tidak pernah ia peduli
sedangkan tanah itulah yang menjadi tempat cengkaman akar-akar tuannya
tanah itu juga membekalkan air dan garam-garam galian

Dahulu daun memang sombong
kawan-kawannya adalah angin dan matahari
kini, daun telah menumpang ke bumi
ke tanah,
ke pasir,
tidak dipedulikan oleh pohon, angin dan matahari
daun sekarang berubah wajah tidak sehijau dahulu
pucat, coklat dan mereput

Merataplah daun bersendirian
mendongak ke atas, menyaksikan rakan-rakan
dan cuba memberitahu sesuatu
cuba menasihati kawan-kawannya supaya tidak sombong
kepada mahluk-mahluk yang berada di bawah ini

Daun terlalu tenat
badannya pecah, rangkanya usang tiada zat lagi
akhirnya daun mendapat tuan yang baru
tuan yang menamatkan riwayatnya
cacing, semut, anai-anai dan serangga-serangga lain
berpesta pada hari itu
menikmati santapan daripada pohon besar itu.

sebelas.lima.sembilan tiga

Aku Dan Burung

Ada seekor burung hinggap di halaman rumahku
jinak mematuk pasir
cantiknya! mesti ada tuannya, mesti burung belaan terlepas
atau sengaja dilepaskan
kerana ia jinak, sekejap lagi pulanglah ia sendiri

Merdu siulan burung ini, bulunya berkilat dipanah mentari
Patutkah aku memasang jerat? Menangkapnya?
Entah-entah tuannya cari dan aku yang kena
Sebaiknya aku menikmati siulannya dan memerhatikannya saja
Biar ia bebas atau balik kepada tuannya bila tiba masanya

Mintak-mintak burung ini akan sentiasa hinggap di halaman rumahku
biar aku tidak bosan,
biar aku tidak kesunyian,
akan aku pastikan ia sentiasa hinggap di sini,
akan ku taburkan sekoi untuknya
akan aku marahkan budak yang cuba melastiknya,
budak yang cuba menjeratnya, ya aku mesti marah,
aku mesti bela burung ini

Burung ini semakin hari semakin jinak kepadaku
terfikir pula aku
aku telah menjeratnya atau ia yang menjeratku?
Kemungkinan kedua bahaya
yang pasti, aku tetap mahu burung ini terus tak lupa untuk hinggap di sini.

7.5.93 still got the blues

T/Angst

I'm sicked and tired
of all the things that I don't desire
To be or not to be
Is all up to me
Why does everybody tell me to study
when I have known it already?

Sometimes I get so mad with myself
and I don't think about anyone else
I will turn on my radio so loud
even my mother has to shout
"You'd better turn that down!
How can you study with all that sound?"

I don't know how to end this ryhme
because I don't have much time
I just did this this morning
and you can see how it's turning
I don't have anything more to say
So I guess it's good bye and have a nice day!

92'Class of USSD English College
Finally the class discovered me. Got an applause n a reputation. Still I'm stupid!

Dieserbs

Fight is the name of the game
So come on, lets do it, clear our face from shame
Man, what happened to our bros and sistas in Bosnia
Lets take action, lets fight the S.E.R.B.I.A!

War on the Serbias

Killed, (they) chopped off our heads and raped our mates
So come on, lets fight, (I think) its not too late
To take action, blood and revenge
If we can’t use the system, we’ll use our (own) hands

War on the Serbias

The U.N doesn’t do a damn thing
The U.S stupid bloody puppet is what it seems
So lets unite, back to front, hand in hand
Hear my words, heed my words, hear the masterplan

War on the Serbias

© Kai 1993

Anger - Divine Madness

One, two
I’m sick of you
Three, four
You know the door
Five, six
You think you’re so big!!
Seven, eight
You’re better off dead!
Nine, ten
You’re not my friend

© Khairi “Hendrix” Yusof 21st April 1992. In memory of a kid I use to know…

Continued Crap Part II

Eleven, twelve
I wish u death
Thirteen, fourteen
For all you’ve been
Fifteen, sixteen
You’re sickening
Seventeen, eighteen
You’ve hurt my feeling
Ninety, twenty
For you, I have no sympathy


Continued Crap Part III

Hundred, thousand
I’ve got no reason
Million, billion
For this treason
Trillion, zillion
Ermm…I got no anger anymore…

© Mosh Inc.210492 Damage Incorporated…it works! If u are angry, count until u lose it..

I Came Close

I came close
I was almost
She dance the heart
She brings the light

All of that was fake
I should have known it before it’s too late

I guess I know now
What I did not before
Don’t sell myself cheap
Just to open the door

She came close
She was almost
She nearly won the fight
But I know I was right!

18/3/93 Mosh

Where's My Hendrix Tape??

This load of shit is on my back sittin’ there to crack my bones and makes me groan sweatin’ like a coward in front of a big ugly red fanged poisonous snake waiting to bite you at the throat and spread the virus so deep inside your head rottin’ up your brains and eating up your veins makes you wanna puke and thinks you’re insane in this world of complete stupidity wanting of a nice piece of peace that they claimed to be fresh air, money, wealth, children yet despair as they were the sinners and the beginners of total ugliness of madness penetrating the minds of the young helpless children that awaken everyday finding their bowl of rice or cornflakes served to be consume and expect what the world has to give is what their old ones once received wasn’t so nice and healthy that they want to become what their old ones wasn’t which is quite so dark and evil and becomes an event of tragedies…

..hate it when my tapes missin…grrr...

Untuk Damai

Yang ku cari..
walaupun tika ramai di sekelilingku
di tengah lautan manusia
ataupun sendiri kesepian keseorangan
tika hiruk pikuk atau sunyi alam maya ini
bersama-sama yang disayangi ataupun ditinggalkan
tika gelora melanda dan cabaran menimpa
setiap masa, tika aku terjaga atau sedang lena
tika siang terang benderang
ataupun malam hitam menjelang
tika aku di uji kesakitan atau di uji kesenangan
yang ku cari....yang ku pinta...di kurnia
satu titik DAMAI ...dalam hati ini
supaya aku redha akan segala kemungkinan yang akan datang...

About The Tea Girl

She's been through a lot
so she's just asking a little for herself now
But a little seems too much right now
she's looking for answers, she's reaching out to the world
only to found out that it's been here all along
inside her heart
so she's finding herself, she's looking in
searching for a place of her own
On the day she finds her soul
is the day she'll confronts her inner fears
On the day she have all her wants
is the day she finds her cup of tea.

Everything About You

For all the bad times I had, I wished you were there.
Not to comfort me but to feel what I felt.
PAIN**AGONY **DISTRESS
And for all the good times I’ve been having, you’re really out of my mind.
GREAT-HAPPY-THOUGHTS
You’re simply just too fuckin’ bad to be with.
Like a curse and what’s worse is you’re boring.
You know who you are.
You are the evil me who manipulates the good me for the evil satisfaction
in hurting myself and turned me into a hundred percent you.
I HATE YOU.

1998 mOSH

The Snake

Look at the green grass
Look at the grass moves
Sense the enemy
Sensed the sensuality
Sensed the prey

Attack!!
Appetite for a day
Bites the rat
Swallowed with pride
Not a killer but a survivor

Look at the green grass moves

Aerial attack!!
Clawed and flown away
Bites the snake’s eye
Connecting the food chain
Something is gain
And nature completes the fate
Instinct to live and instinct to kill…

17/7/96 Mosh

The Bogman

I'm a Bogman
And it bothers me
That I'm preserved
To be serve
In public eyes

It's absurd
It bugs me to be considered
A guiness world record
Let me be free, release me
Whatever it may be

A prosecuted criminal
Or a harvest sacrifice

© Mosh 271003.9.00pm

Murder 101

Your eyes they seek sympathy
Your hands struggling to break free
Your tears they dried with fear
And maybe you’re thinking, why me??
Your heartbeat pumps heavy
Sweat rolling down your forehead
Your body crippled, tied to the bed
You lost your voice with that scarf across your teeth
And you might be wishing that this was a dream

Look at this shiny knife
The one you use to cut the meat
The one you forgot to use lately
Look at this messy bedroom
The one that was not so empty before
The one that filled with love and passion before
Look at my other me
The one you never thought I would be
The one who trust and love you destroyed
And you might be saying, I’m so sorry

Why? Why? Why?
This is not what I dreamed of
Why? Why?
Why did you do this to me?
But I guess it’s too late now
And you can’t fake it anymore
Coz’ I can’t take it anymore
And you can’t do it anymore
I won’t let you
You see, I love you too much
Too much to see you with somebody else
And you might be thinking you don’t know me know

Well, you don’t
This will end the drama
I hope we’ll meet again, somewhere someplace
Where you are you again
Let the picture rolls, maybe you might remember us
Goodbye my darling…you’ll see me soon

Let see my pictures now…
You see our wish will come true
Together forever, through thick and thin, till death do us part…

mosh 271103.7.17am. Murder Art Sex…the game of love…

Cracked Thoughts

I am what I am and what I am not
To be or not to be is all up to me
And to be exact is to be what
God want me to be and under
a certain destiny I will have
to choose a path that I will
and have to struggle out either through it or through another
path on my way back home
again or to be exact, dead…
From this awful and horrible
world that have captured me
to become a stupid, selfish, crazy, lazy, and so helpless
to find myself, who I’m really are?
What is my duty? What? Why am I here?
Am I’m living a world of uncertainties or will I
perish with so many regretful sins through my life?,

day in day out with every minute I’m so
in loss of the light that I've always
dreamed about that will save me from myself
before I became my true self again and
disappear from this earth
with my wide open eyes
because of living an agony of hell
finding what I’m supposed to find
So help me God for I am your mystery and
you are my mystery. And for those who heeds
Your words will provide a way out (out of this world to another world)
by you that was a promise.

Amin.

First Of April Nineteen Ninety Six.

2.05 p.m

mOSH

Forecast Of A Dying Breed