all that cant be said

let your imagination run wild!! imagine youre a peasant, mr cabbage, who plants cabbage for a living. everyday, all you eat is cabbage. on mondays, you at the cabbage with rice, on tuesday in noodles, on wednesday its all fried up. on thursdays, you make cabbage soup. fridays you drink cabbage juice, saturdays you claypot the cabbage and sundays you eat at mcdonalds. and you love life like that. then one day...

MR CABBAGE

the little townspeople scream for help
"help help help help help!"
its the evil villian of the town!
"hurry up! duck your heads down!"
"muah ha ha ha HA ha ha" (big letters represent louder tone)
"oh please evil man dont tear down the spa!"

seems like thats all the others cared for
mr cabbage enjoyed the massages
but he loved his family a little more
so he found them safe passages
he hurried them all in
and cover the entrance with a rubbish bin

"oh crap! my cabbage seeds!"
said mr cabbage in terror
"now we'll have to eat lousy duck weeds!"
mrs cabbage heard and was struck with horror
"oh dear how will we survive?"
then the children all started to cry

mr cabbage knew what to do
so he turned to his wife
"i know how to save you"
then grabbing his knife
he moved the rubbish can
and went out with a bang

outside, mr cabbage fought
using all the cabbage skills his master had taught
he has cabbage nunchucks (i dont know how to spell it)
and a vacuum cleaner with powerful sucks
he hurled cabbage at mr evil
it hurt so bad mr evil had mucus dribble

so the evil villain was finally dead
all thanks to mr cabbage and his cabbage bed
so he called his family out
they started celebrating, shouting out loud
then they looked around
no more cabbage, they all frowned

life without cabbage was too much to handle
so mr cabbage took off his sandle
with a powerful swing,
he gave it a really hard fling
it hit his wife and his kids
blew their brains to little bits
"no more cabbage oh what should i do?"
so his own brains he too blew.

MORAL
the moral of the story is: dont eat so much cabbage. cos when you run out of it, all you'll be is dead baggage. i am not sadistic, just very realistic.

the world is against you
and you're terribly drained
cant fight no longer
yet the hurt you hold in restraint
cant show emotions
cant show that you care
because when you do,
they'll know it's true
that you've never been there

people walk past
seems now they're all too fast
you cant catch up
or maybe you wont
because you know you'll get shunned
turned down by the ones you love
they all hate you
yet your love for them so true
but how, when youve never been there

you dont care how they see
all you want is for hope to be
but now all is gone
you dont know where to look
maybe youre just badly drawn
but still judgement he spoke
you deserve your fate
now you drown in a pool of hate
regret? you should have been there

isnt it painful?
you watch her leave
arent you regretful?
the love you cant retrieve
want the past back?
so you could change it all
bound to the train track
now you have to take the fall
around this time last year
i'm not sure if you remember
the woman you once called dear
now to her you are cancer

haha. this one is written for the 2 most spastic people ever to walk the face of this earth. i just realised it on friday. i mean normal people don't bring their fake ' semi automatic automatic AK-47/2' around and start hiding behind pillars and shooting people. so thanks for giving me a free show of "dumb and dumber" without paying $7.50. cos it was darn fun! this one's for ivan and afnan. they come scarily close to the spasticity of kevin lai the great.

LIKE WHAT IN THE WORLD?!

who knew a friday would turn so spastic
walking around school acting all terrorist
lucky it was fake or it would be drastic
cos its all headshots on your frag list

we killed gb kids
blew the little kids to little bits
threatened the red cross
guns work better when you cant use force

saw the fella trying to catch the hose
laughed so hard it hurt my nose
if only we could have blasted him
man it wouldve been the ultimate dream

but all that violent tendencies
nothing compare to the sheer spasticities
they laugh and do the finger thing
seriously, pretty embarrassing

but it was a darn fun day
that i have to say
4 questions in 4 hours
thats a crappy total.

so thank you for that afternoon
maybe we can relive it someday soon
afnan, until then i want my gun back
lets hope you didnt get arrested
blowing people up at the mrt track

hey ivan, the bubbles gonna break
cos im here and it im gonna stake!
yes kinda like buffy does a vampire
cos my flame thrower shoots out fire!
those soap bubbles better run for cover.

i just really wanna slap myself on the head.
maybe i'll laugh till i am dead.
cos i have never seen anyone duck behind a dustbin
den pretend to shoot someones brains in.
it makes me really wanna say
"like what in the world?!"

i didnt write this cos im horny. thank you. jus wanted to clear that up. this site is PG!

DROP DEAD GORGEOUS

the man model material
sight of him so surreal
i cant keep myself off him
hey he's drop dead gorgeous

when he walks by
my heart just goes off to fly
so sexy! i think to me
that all the other girls too see

hey boy youre drop dead gorgeous
guess i'll trip and fall into your arms
hey honey you look so fabulous
so hot you set off smoke alarms.

look there, he's walking in
suddenly all is a momentary dream
so hot you wanna take a swim
cool off in the pool with him

eyes like the sun
tasty like a bun
hes so good looking
yea dude i'll be trippin'

hey boy youre drop dead gorgeous
guess i'll trip and fall into your arms
hey honey you look so fabulous
so hot you set off smoke alarms

do you see this here?
spectacle in front of your eyes
gore, blood, mostly pain
it's my bulletwound heart again

my bulletwound heart
it's tearing me apart
can we go back to the start?
take apart my bulletwound heart

how it was before
i want it that and nothing more
now it causes so much strain
that's my bulletwound heart again

my bulletwound heart
order me pills on ala carte
drugs to send me off the chart
to numb this bulletwound heart

"shot to the heart and youre to blame
darling you give love a bad name"
jon bon jovi's rightful claim
bulletwound heart never the same

my bulletwound heart torn
thanks again now im forlorn
this one's out of spite
to hurt me, you never had the right.

alrite. this one is written by a friend who wants to be known as matto. good stuff with awesome figurative phrases. good job dude!

THERE SHE GOES

Look how my mouth seems to move
Saying that these days will come back again
I'm lost inside my own heart.
I have wounded thoughts i can't escape.
Living as a joke,
A silhouette of bitterness and smoke.
Days go by.
Locked inside the prison I have made in my mind.
Far from the pain that I could not control
I hope your listening to me
I'd like to show you my scars.

confused now i need a fix
find me tools to mend my heart
cos now i am broken
needing to heal
cos now i am forgotten
wanting to forget too
i need a hand
one upon my soul
touch me deep
cover the open hole
drop me wishes of good word
do me deeds of good work
cos now i am hurt
wounds time might heal
cos now i dont know
how the hell i'm supposed to feel
dream a dream to take me away
miles from you
then my pain to alay
it burned to see you leave
i need to numb my senses
cos this pain is overbearing
i need a new release
this love has gone too drastic
now i'm just a statistic

how i was is how i'll be
you find me here
but please leave me
i'm happy with who i am
i'm never gonna change
i don't need to be more glam
so don't try to work it in
i don't want a new life
i don't need a new release
i will go and pay the price
cos this is how i want to be

how i was is how i'll be
yes i know you don't agree
what you want i don't have
so hitch on out
cos i don't need your stinky ass
don't try to make me pretty
don't try to make me skinny
cos that chick's around the corner
honey, she's not me.

i love the smashing pumpkins. so now that theyre not around. this poem goes out to them. rock on! get back together!! ps: i dont have any pumpkins posters. but i wont mind receiving some as presents!

POSTERS ON THE WALL

our band's legacy
painted out from memory
times i now recall
from the posters on the wall

hitch a ride out of reality
suddenly the mind is carefree
filling it the music we made
against it all else will fade
for now the feeling is lost
missing the message to be brought across
still the optimism to get better
as from the posters the memories i gather

all these years time has passed
yet not one moment gone too fast
all encased in picture frames
none of those sent up in flames
love, drugs and booze all gone
so my soul within withdrawn
desperately wanting , hoping for more
terribly draining, is no one taking score?

our history as of a soldier
lost, lonely and forgotten
contributions stale with odour
medals of honour all turned rotten
of power and weapons to disarm
this of all causes the most harm
all that we held dear is left behind
posters on the wall help me un-blind.

because we were the best
others looked to us for inspiration
yet then we couldn't care less
greed only challenged by desperation
selfishness screaming out loud
compromise an order far too tall
now a band great and proud
reduced all but to some posters on the wall

our band's legacy
painted out from memory
times i now recall
from the posters on the wall.

along these racial lines
where we bury our brothers
the borders of ignorance
where we lay ourselves to die
where's the peace?
we're all god's people
where's the hope?
save it, it's growing feeble
why are we hating?
sending our people to die
wars and more fighting
someone please tell me why

so you wear a white hood
put it over your head
you think it's real cool
well someday you might just end up dead
don't act like a fool
youre much too old for this
get on the road
the kool klux clan's just a load of rotten piss
hitch a ride outta this life
while you still have the chance
throw out that bloody knife
make your life a world enhanced

cos' along these racial lines
is where your body's gonna lie
this is how you will get shot
and eventually die
war was not what our parents taught
quit the clan
join the church
it's a plan
god won't leave you in the lurch

bought a gun and shot a kid
didn't like the colour on her face
that's no excuse
it's confused
it's a shame you exist
that's your name on the black list
it's your face in the paper
a 5 year old dead
you saw colour
and decided you didn't like her
with a shot to the head
she's never coming back
everything's crashed off-track
with that been said
now there her body is laid
along these racial lines
an unfair price she paid
stand up speak up
make a difference to the world

we bury our brothers along these racial lines
our sisters suffer loss of many different kinds
our children are dying
our parents growing weak
still everyone is fighting
going on a killing streak
please god save the world from this tragedy
take off our masks, get rid of hypocrisy.

yesterday was 15th july 2005. and man was it one good day. it was really emotional i must say. despite the tinge of mixed emotions. theres a lot of happiness involved. so thank you, all of you who i met yesterday. cos you just made life even more worth living.

so when im happy. i write. actually i write all the time. so this is the long-awaited (i hope) poem.

RECONSTRUCTED LOVE

come out to the playground
come out to play
we'll leave without sound
together runaway

enjoy this reconstructed love
a summertime romance
take me into this blurry trance
our reconstructed love

shredded paper past
moments gone so fast
bring me up to cosmic view
looking down here such a thrill
chase galatic dreams
we'll run away
shot off to space in fire beams
we'll find our love on the milkyway

up in the sky we share a star
all can see from planets far
stopping by lovers' lane
comets shattered gone the pain
we'll travel the universe
explore the solar system
new heights, our love to traverse
stars combust in lovely tantrum

this love reconstructed
tainted clean the cosmic debris
yes, all this is fated
out there exist you and me
our spaceship left behind
searching now we hope to find
tools to make this perfect
hopes and dreams bound to collect

a love that breaks boundaries
not found across earth's 7 seas
only up there out in space
the perfect time, perfect place

so come out to the playground
come out to play
we'll leave without sound
together runaway

enjoy this reconstructed love
a summertime romance
take me into this blurry trance
our reconstructed love.