anonymity

a pet ground hog for a keep

limited to only a vertical posed stance

stylized  messages

stories I desire to tell

    my outward presentation

    who do I speak to / who do I owe my expression to




none.





I fell in love, as permitted

with a blend of the dark and fair

regardless, a pure blood / hybrid

when we touch I swore

I ran a hundred thousand miles per second





If only we were given a sky

I would let my horses gallop

my sheep wander

to tough terrains

steep, angled stones

that was why we met


that only moment shared




let me illuminate your sea of black

like those creatures

no name to be consumed

no face to be remembered

Alice skipped

for 12 hours, red rouge stained her lips

a day Alice gets to be lost

trip and fall

dust and gold

there is no goal, but vague painted shapes and sequences

whatever comes, I embrace

whatever counts, all picked


Alice created a coded zone

for visitors of the same wave length

sometimes they speak in a most familiar language

sometimes - not meant to be decoded


there was no dishonesty

there was nothing to be shunned, nor shy off

this endless flow of fountain

I love generosity, I remembered

the abundance of fuel that pumped me

up to the sky

up, up to the sky



for I am blessed, when I count what's gained

when you don that glow you walk out with

all things beautiful will be attracted

as you emit light in abundance

concave

We despise the norms of what is written in the society contract

individuality, a less celebrated content

relationships defined within a hollowed core



Low moans and a dried socket,

I searched for you, high and low



An evil game, we played

false smiles unleashed

false intentions

a package we sell

where lands our form of freedom?



Shall we recall

how sweet the scent tasted

the morning when the birds chirped

those little details you capture

when time stood still

when all seems to precious to pass



like how we'd kiss goodbye

yes, kiss goodbye

little trinkets

I barely get to familiarize

my lips, teeth, soft palette worked their way through

as I made effort to pronounce your name

one single syllable, maybe two



you sent me to the moon

my intentions was to reciprocate

I read your colour, your portrayal, identity

innate and the acquired

details I once recovered and worship, I grasped

bittersweet

"not going to let you in"

and you're not going to run away



you apologized on your morning breath

we're all of the same mechanics

I like it when we bubbled up in this space

nothing cuts through like a blade

this mysterious land of blue

we found each other

like how we found our pasts



perhaps that kiss

indicates a touch of tender

perhaps, all that a of thought - an act
                                     we strive to make exist

x-axis

we lined and formed a curve, of the same axis

just so our eyes won't meet

our bodies won't touch

our hearts won't skip



bathed under the sea of sound

syncopation, leaps and unpredictability - a rebel,

a warm crowd

subject, and the distractions

we hope to be drowned



boy you have no idea

my gargantuan thoughts of the romantic

how they engulf one like a tidal wave

boiled under this lid of a pot

my treasures to be kept but found overflown



just like how we gain,

and loose control





my subconscious was called

none other by you -

and all supported courses of distraction



wish I was the one

standing next to you

in that poor formed curved line

Celebration

The celebration of the existence of one being

all crossed within the interpretations of perception, and self worth

the very idea of objectification - not only under the scopes of feminism

you and I have became the by-products, bricks of the wall

the web of capitalism



Where do our paths cross, with this fluctuating frequency

I'd prefer to soar high, or crawl under




so that's how I ended wandering in the woods, with my shadow

Specifics I

Icelandic Skyr
194 Icelandic Krona
5.215 Malaysian Ringgit

Some did their research, some observed 

you hear them from the tourists barging into that supermarket chain Bonus, 

conversations in bars, dinner tables, also camp sites

within the presence of one (1) foreign guess, at least

Then I told myself - in days where I had to refrain from a splurged meal, 

a skyr would be best for me

I've heard of stories - how every Icelandic household stocks at least a plain flavoured skyr in the fridges

I'll drop by grocery shops so that I could get extra skyrs with me

just so I could express myself the way they are familiar with 

to my new friends

actually I do not know if that makes sense - giving them love the way they know best

via tubs of skyrs

how minimal 

I've heard much more from what everyone else from the other parts of the world talked about

I've heard of how it used to be only plain skyrs available in the markets, back in the days

I've heard of how skyrs are made before mass production took place

where children get to be fed daily, so that they grow strong bones and teeth

Of course, there were those days where I buy myself some bananas and two tubs of skyrs, 

made my way to the line and pay my carefully optioned diet with a credit card

whenever I think of the times I spent with skyrs in public spaces,

I can't be bothered to think that I've been spoilt with the best of my senses

with as much skyrs I could possibly have 

while I was in Iceland