a side of injustices

a side of injustices

a story of that damn bridge played us like never before
between two nations too hard to for them to chew
politically incorrect they feed us with
and again victimized by our equal right of not to know
why should we pay when there is none of the promise
do we earn this much to be equally treated like fools
are we not what we are those raised by your future agenda
or simply unimportant a burden of your hellish command.
simplified the matter that has long haunted us deliberately
for once speak the truth, honest in things you do
for this salvation needs its ending and lies shall not ever rule
then we follow you like what we agreed upon to...

25th april o6
12.11p.m
zariesworld
politically adjustment

politically unheard

a nations bridge

a bridge of controversy is what we called
separated the two nation of a great lenght of ridiculous
playing its citizen like an old board of chess
dominating our thought and imprisoned it like they should never not.
are we not dolls that we deserved to be treated like this
are we foolish enough to secure our insecurity
then must we not open up our eyes and broaden clear of our idiocracy
a matter of future we are now heading towards the infidelity
it was a bright move to honour your country
by protecting our soils and standing proud for our people's glory
but why need somekind of hazy explaination covered with all sort of dishonesty
for we questioned it for the sake of our abandoned priority
in majority that are now fully supportive
u have us behind your back if ever you needed to
let us show that we are a proud nation filled with determined future
but so not to be forgotten that no army could make us yied in inferiority...

monday
4.14 pm
24th april 06
in between the hypocracy

resident evil

a resident of an enigma

i was there when they burnt down the yellow cottage of her
without a pity we left her lying motionless with a breath to catch
satisfy with our own indegenious that was unbearable for me to see
and we killed the whole riddle that left us with no answer to match
years come by and lots of things had happened
i am still here watching your mystery in fear
questioning every single thought playing with the smallest clue
what have we done here,are we all the killers
is it just a coincidence that she is now not here
what happen then, if the past is not like what it has written
are we still living in this enigma do we still have to re-live the dogma
or a painful ending i feel i believe is haunting to our last fear...

27th march o6
zariesworld
paradigm of illusive fear
1.30p.m

psycho????

psycho's test

it was hard like hel
took me quite a while to regain my conciousness
i had to pretend for all i care
and smile like it was easy and i had a great time answering...
but it was'nt like that at all
an irony of the words spilled and a motion of an unwarranted thought
i quizzes my self prediction and justify my credibility
i ran onwards around and around
i sat over the edge and i cleaned myself out...
what kind of feeling was that
why was i?

mimpiland

my side is dream of a thousand shrines
acknowledge through my dream it kept me from breathing
a pure senseless air of a magical world of mimpiland
such beautiful to ponder i walk in sight of a wonder imagination
an irony of this life it offers me with generosity
that helps me clinging from the happiness that it brings
amaze me with this long awaited fantasy so i can sing away my previous reality
left me with possibilities that i know i can once be cherished
the flowers of angels that i saw with an awe
that a tree of such exciting that it grew enormous candy
what a world of illusioned that it creates a beyond
with perfect maze i let myself play with its space...

first part
4.43 p.m
friday
zariesworld
episode 01

untitled

untitled

sitting here watching the peaceful dawn
as the little wind breezes me soft down the stream
i look upon myself and try not to regret those silly things i did,
and forget my past if ever i needed to...
as i lay naked willingly let the morning view raping and stripping my inner thought
and washing me away from every sin i repented...
i seem less to care.
afraid that my mindless mind taking incharge the feeling
so i can be capture in a prison called life
and let me suffocate from those indeginous actions...
i was merely stunned paralyze
without knowing the pride planted inside is getting dark and hollow...
it screams little pain and squeks
so i can follow andnot to lost again...
as i write this,i trapped in a massive confusion
and this mind inside keeps orbitting my faith,
having its own damaging unconventional war
about what is holy and what is eventually not.
playing with my untoyed emotion begging me to supply
the answer whether this is infact just a life-long experience
or simply a tormented obstacle of thousand lies
beneath the face i conjured touches it until the end
catching me up and off i go.

6.05 a.m
24th june 04
zarie's world
from dusk till dawn

ecstacy

ecstacy

if i may say so let me first exclude you from us
so i can be free, free from your gruesome ecstacy
because you have been poisoned me much
and make me dependent upon you
clinging on your flower delight
and live like your dully parasite
i fond of you for what you did to me
shaping me constantly like a bud that is eagerly blooming
making me your dream of a theatre that fully entertaining
and make me sing a song that you composed of a thousand hummings
but a lie has its ending and so what lies upon us
you have to go my dear away with your addicted fear
for you have no used to me not now i perceived
and live your life away for once without me
and i am happy right now that i can breathe freely
the fullest i make out of everything laid infront of me
to see me straight into your eyes that i trapped forever
you still my ecstacy for the least i could still remember...

zariesworld
3.01 am
16th january of 06
not you dear...

A.I.D.S

white cotton song
she was too innocent to be guided in this
suffering from our rotten sins we once help created
unfairly treated for we darkened her naive future
ditching her life as we are envious towards her mistiless fiction
was exploited since the day she was unfairly born
don't have a clue bout the days that will never come
she will never be understand as she will not have the time
thinking why she feels too weak while others can share thier shrieks
mom had died of a virus she carried
dad is fantasy as he never really existed
now why is she here suffering this cruel fate
of waiting the death to come and push her soul ahead
so goodbye little child as you shed your tear
make it a [romise then your soul will always be near...

3.43 p.m
13 december 05
writing lab
aids needs aid

the memoir of young geisha

the memoir of young geisha

she was singing the unsinging song
for she knows nothing can make her smile again
and nothing can make her feel like a child again
everyday is a pain to her
every present minutes too hurt to offer
is a black cloud she dont even want to listen to
a red tear she dont ever care to comfort you...
she dream naked for that is what her life is up to
she shout her silent voice for that pleases her inner fool
stroking and thrusting moaning and panting
for a meal to deal and roof to shield
is she a slave in a free room of this little brothel
or just a mistake she did'nt do but an escape she could'nt move
be the body of too expensive to be too cheap
and too matured for a too immature...
o baby you are to young to be touch
to innocent to be fond and too evil to be like one
too confused to become one
cut the misery o lord who she beliefs
let her go in peace beyond the cloud of midst
not to come again to such a place like this
and be moan again for a joyous freak...
away from the life of sins
away from the those strumpets bitch
for you worth more than that
a precious gem unlight...

a hard one
25.10.05
zariesworld

soq class

old telegraph machine

sitting at the back of this uncomfortable room
watching horribly at the old telegraph machine
listening to the ever unfading sound of the past
reminding us that history is not just a mere dust...
i dont mean to be rude or what?
but i think some old stuffs are changeable
perhaps a rotten machine like you is just one of the stuff
perhaps not but this attention is no more supporting you...
make no mistake about me respecting you
for you have all the respect in this whole world
but an old telegraph machine like you
you ought to change or you too be in the faces of the days...
between me and you differences are not something new
for you make all the talking and i suffer all the suffering
i long have stop thinking that you are somekind of a jinx
so please stop ticking so i can start thinking..

zariesworld
16.09.05
3.50 pm
s.o.q

palestine

palestine

from the green grasses of the unholy land
the smells of windless air that anihilate this soul
this feeling of aching painlessly hard inside
i stand amaze by the victory of worth thousand of years

will it be happen if we are still stand alone
let the blood be streaming and see our children crying
not responsible for those unstopable praying
let alone equally share the blink...

dont stop while this fight is still tempting
for it will constantly flowing and the rest will eventually follow
let this be the ending so we will not be colliding
and be conquered again and live the same pattern in pain...

palestine
25\o8\o5
thursday
zariesworld

riddle

riddle
at a time like this i feel love is all we need
that ignorance is blissfull and those lies are shameful
are we not what we see...what we hear...and what we think?
stupid bonds are fantasy but the bloodline is forever...

we cry for things we did'nt feel...alone we are stangers.
roaming across the street, we struggle to fight the animosity
but no matter how hard we deal we ended up searching,
be not we entitled for and left it for eternity....

let them think and do what they feel like doing
so they are not what we think they should be?
is it them to think about or is it us that hunger to feed our curiosity
you and me are different but let them see what we see...

less to ponder makes no different at all
because we lit the spark and be responsible once we hit the mark
do stay away from the life of grudge
jargonize your thought this is a riddle in short...


zariesworld
2.44pm
3august04
to lazy to think

freedom fighters

freeDOm fIGhterS

lot of things happen in our little world today
for a tiny us we see through a unknowledgable perspetive
kind of different but shares the same passion of living
and in a far greater responsibility yet mesmerizing equality

for those who simply don't get what we eventually meant
simply turn around your head and watch our children are doing these days
you may find that it's hard to deliver and in a same time be a receiver
when you get at the point where i'm standing right now
you will listen and move like we freedom fighters do

for a hundreds of years since what they called crusades
we live in a different artificial far greater than a zion
engaging ourselves to the globalization and yet suffered tremendously
by those zionists allegedly telling us that our blood is cheaper than thiers...

we are not anti sematics nor a hypocrytes to lie about a life ahead and what we feel
a link of an alternative better stream of way and a point of unity we seek
so the world can stand still and our existance can be surprising
for better or worse our destiny foreseen has to be tempting ...


freDOOM fighters
5.51 p.m
25.05.05
zariesworld

satu

satu by dewa
specially dedicated to my lovely wife nurhartini a. rahim

AKU INI…ADALAH DIRIMU
CINTA INI…ADALAH CINTAMU
AKU INI…ADALAH DIRIMU
JIWA INI…ADALAH JIWAMU
RINDU INI ADALAH RINDUMU
DARAH INI ADALAH DARAHMU

REFF : TAK…ADA YANG LAIN..SELAIN DIRIMU
YANG SELALU KU PUJA…OUO…
KU…SEBUT NAMAMUDISETIAP HEMBUSAN NAFASKU
KUSEBUT NAMAMU…KUSEBUT NAMAMU...

DENGAN TANGANMU…AKU MENYENTUH
DENGAN KAKIMU…AKU BERJALAN
DENGAN MATAMU…KU MEMANDANG
DENGAN TELINGAMU…KU MENDENGAR
DENGAN LIDAHMU…AKU BICARA
DENGAN HATIMU…AKU MERASA

simplicity in friendship

innocent emotion

much i feel about these days
haunting my simplicity it gets through my nerves
boredom strikes with all those usual stuffs
i get tired by my swarm of socialites
have you ever get so tired you feel like an outcast
unwanting to get involve with those bloody cheap political scheme
feeling sad when it swims far than ever
able not to hold the same spirit shared like before
time will change so do we
but our bonds will not because it was beyond that be
an oath once we agreed as our responsibility
seems not in the midst of darkness i let it free
while im typing this the river is still flowing
with all the toxics invented by our own hipocrisy
i dream that soon we will be as what we promised we will be
stay in the shade live by our secret little tree
for better or worse happily as mighty young wit
i live in this crazy dream for the sake of our smiling...

22th april 05
5.05 pm
boredom

srikandi cinta ku...

srikandi cinta ku....


dingin malam tirai kenangan ku
tersingkaplah sekurun ingatan
terciptalah rimba kehidupan
percintaan dalam perjuangan

kesetiaan sebagai bekalan
bisikanmu penuh pengharapan
tiada garis dapat memisahkan
segalanya kudrat mu tuhan

alam bagai mengerti
segala yang terjadi
embun menitis panas simpati
pertemuan tiada awal akhir

perutusan berdarah kuterima
gugur kuntum di tengah halaman
medan ini kurasakan sepi
terpaku pilu

kusemaikan pepohon kemboja
dan bunganya adalah hatiku
semadilah dalam kedamaian
semangat ku tetap bersamamu

kan ku usung oh jenazaah cinta
semadikan nisan kasih suci
semangatku tetap bersamaku
selama pasti

alam bagai mengerti
segala yang terjadi
embun menitis pada simpati
pertemuan tiada awal akhir

perutusan berdarah kuterima
gugur kuntum ditengah halaman
medan ini kurasakan sepi
terpaku pilu

debu malam meragut kenangan
menyedarkan dari lamunanku
percintaan dalam perjuangan
kau abadi SRIKANDI CINTAKU

maharaja

Maharaja

I traveled for years, I might as well had forgotten
Roaming to each continent I could hardly search for
Every method I used and every route I ever journeyed
They did not satisfy me…
It is true I conquered you
Make love to your wives, kill millions of your pitiful sons
Every baby I forced to abortion
It did not satisfy me…
I did feel the shame
For the power invested in me I corrupted it
Burdening my throne I drowned by those sorrow souls
No lights for me to follow, nobody saves me from this dark hole
For the rest of my surviving kingdom
I will not let the woman stop from those tragic moaned
Let the blood flow from the human vain
So the suffering can endure all the pain…
It still did not satisfy me…

zariesworld
2.45 p.m
21st 02.05
archilles

toxicity

toxicity

A sample of human civilization that went sour
Total destruction caused by loser’s malfunction
Sweet little particles horrifying prick monsters
The system we once proud off now a total failure…
Generating the hatred, now we hunger for more power
Pacify your thirst pretending to be another
Weaknesses that should never be confessed cause it might be altered
Gaining the information from the land of no contradiction…
Experiment conventional terrifying the heart of our lonely souls
Real life control destructing the brain mole
For the guilt of time it demolishes within our control
Bring all the tendencies nearer to emotional enrolled…
The land of toxicity
Where we man are all meant to be…


Zariesworld
2.47 p.m(during soca class)
22.02.05
Chaotic access

sound of the heart

i care

the world is getting lousy..
the people are getting crazy and it moves slowly to be a real clumsy
the clouds that i have seen,pouring its tears waiting for some kind of remedy
all that i can see before i left it behind so i can be with this tiny flea...
is it possible to stuck in here knowing that our existance is in the hands of the damned
why is it so hard to live in peace let be equal and be what ever we always wanted to be..
for once we lit all that only left and stop what ever time to hear our children's prayer
so we can share those happiness we once shared...
listening to the cries of children's laughing, rhymes of sweet jazz and souls...
watching our old fying kites above and sharing those juiciest durians that we really proud off...
but it still stand from where i have stand still...
a fact is still a fact whether we like it or how strong we are trying to avoid it...
bombs are everywhere and hatred is still man's wicked syndromes..
the dead bodies keep on counting and the fleshes are never going to stop itching...
how we wish these could be better someday,
so the flowers that we together planted, will bloom to its prettiest,most colorful it can ever be
and sound that always stuck inside here will again be heard and our children's smile be see...
i myself have long eagerly waiting,though i know that i might not be suitible to speak...
as my sins are too big and the will that most will contradict...i fear for that.
but a voice is still a voice,no matter how hard we try to shut...i still am a person.
still has a heart...passions that shared secrets and mind that will never stop calcullating...
i care...

5.18p.m
7th february 05
zariesworld
sound of the heart

iris

Iris

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's overI just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yhea you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am