Lost & (Almost) Found (Reworked)

Sketches of unfinished work strewn on the floor
amongst the settled furniture and antique postings
there, on the perfectly shattered glass island top
sprawled an entangled body gasping for a particular mental notion
got up, hesitant but hurried, I turned to look at the clock
the gold pendulum swings frantically
the hour hand had shifted far left
Oh, how the hours have gone by!

At the strike of 6, my tummy begins to rumble
it reminded me of the horrifying monsoon thunder
My feeble legs fumbled
with every step I'm falling deeper into the gaping hole of your lies
my body.. it's like a sense of entrapment
I squint, at the sight of a faint but lucent light
shining the thorny path that leads to my uncontaminated escape
suspended from a thin rope, swaying left to right holding on for my dear life
Every inch of my limb throbs 
attempting to lay still
when every move brings me one step closer to 6 feet under.

Destination uncertain
a wanderer, I don't have any sense of direction
tugging and hoisting myself up
my bare feet stopped on the many rudimentary edges
then came an encouraging foot step
as I fix my gaze at the extended space over my head
a shadow figure of a hand stretches towards me
"Let me, help you." came an assuring voice
I stare but I could not remember, where I've seen that face
With all the might gathered, I fathom, "Take me away.

Gaza

Apakah yang telah terjadi di Gaza?

habis semua rumah dan tempat beredukasi di bomnya

terdengar tangisan pilu anak-anak kecil

tidak lagi mengerti apa-apa tentang ragam hidup

tidak lagi mengetahui apa itu kejahilan

cukuplah sudah sengsara yang di lalui

hentikanlah darah yang mewarnai bumi

yang terus mengalir buntu tanpa henti

mereka hanyalah menumpang diri

janganlah dikau mengambil kesempatan

hiba dihati apabila memerhati

jauh dari tanah yang diberkati ini...

World Cup?

World Cup? Stanley Cup? Thomas Cup? or Double D cup
the only clear difference is the players
the competitive slayers and mystifiers 
the undoubtedly high profile high-rollers 
they skated through high school and flunk their A-levels
possibly drunk ascertaining their car license 
none of 'em gives a shit cause they don't have patience
but what they objectify is drive and diligence
the strong temperament to impertinence 
to transfigure prayers through religion
where they find the vowels among the consonants 
and excel in their game with confidence.

Sup!

Bumped into your doppleganger
he got nothin' on you, you have swagger
rocking the beats like Mick Jagger
smoother than a cupcake's batter.

You kinda looked like one of my alma maters
a split second of sweet déjà vu
glorious mother fucker of a hustler
dominating the dark alleys with your crew.

Consistently ballin', not trippin'
a lethal vaccination of sinful exploration
Gold chain hung low dem haters kept on tuggin'
an eternal administration to innocent damnation.

© Sher™

Free Writing: Crush

You,
a transpired thief
a benign bloke.

I,
like the way you motivate
like the way you interest me on uninterested topics
like the way you steal a stare
have been borrowed.

We,
automatically have a series of things 
to talk about all the time
chat on for hours at end without pauses.

You,
a romantic-enabler
a scrumptious scoundrel.

I, 
cannot escape from
and maybe have no desire to escape from
these pressure-cooker situations.
have been taken.

We, 
would be ideal
however, conceptual. 

*giggles*