Psychotic Nerve

on this day
im mending on my own little way
just listening to my heart
to know where wud i start

i make believe that this is real
i make believe that this is a big deal
i make believe that this is a thrill
i make beleive that this cant make me ill

your memory keeps me hunting
even if i despised you wen ur coming
i dont want my self to keep on dreaming
coz every rule is hard breaking

poem by Yani Lou Dinglasa Lim
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Money Matters? ? ? ? ?

Does really money matters'?
Yes! indeed, i say
you cannot live without it
Money is the means of living constantly
when you don't have it
where will you stay'?
you will end up begging
discriminated,
repelled,
no friend of the day
the glaring truth
this is the root of all evils
one should have money in order to rule
letting the fools obey
the erudite bow,
though this kind of belief is sick
making the Morality wreck...

poem by Yani Lou Dinglasa Lim
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Siren Song of my Life

music is my passion
i like every beat that goes on
music is what i breathe
music is there since birth

it is a blind witness of my frustrations
a bizarre outlet of my intoxications
a scapegoat on a morbid wordly expectations
and a descriptions of all the wild emotions

music can fulfill every inch of my desire
an open ground of a burning wire
baring the deepest soul to dare
just like air it is everywhere

music will spread on like tomorrow
where only time can beat and borrow
surely can cure all the unfastened sorrow
in this phase of unchanging narrow

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poem by Yani Lou Dinglasa Lim
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