The Mirror Image Of Myself

Life In Colours

Posted in Poetry by zenmaster on August 24, 2007

Blue skies and great weathers and everything nice,
Hot like hell, cold as ice,
LSD, magic mushrooms and hash browns,
Oral sex makes my world go round.

Navy blue is the place where I born,
Prussian blue is the place where I belong,
Is my favourite colour, apple green?
Cream is the sweetest colour I’ve ever seen.

I date with a girl named Violet,
Spend a little time with the pink,
Hoping that she will fall in love me.

My flirting attempt bites to dust,
I flunked it once,
I failed it twice,
The feeling of falling in love is never nice,
Dreams shattered,
I’ve been there,
I’ve done that.

I think of black,
I think of mustard seeds,
I speak in colours,
I hear in grey,
I see rainbows in paradise
I live in the colours of my life.


The Demise Of Deus Ex Machina

Posted in Poetry by zenmaster on August 9, 2007

Chapter 1,
Mindfucked by the cliffhangers,
It got me dazed and confused,
No Man’s Land is the place I wanna be,
And the story begins.

The pivot of the plot,
Reeks of ignorance,
From every nooks and cranny of my brain and brawns,
It stinks to high heaven,
Ain’t nothing but a blatant lying,
Mixed messages is all I get,
What goes?
So much for the happy endings,
It makes me wonder,
Who am I to save the day?
Who would know my name?
Deus ex machina?

The reel will bring me down,
The reel will lift me up,
Here in silverscreen,
I feel like Jesus Christ,
I enjoy my last supper,
I take my last breath,
And of course, I say my last word,
Before I cease to exist,
The end.

Love Poem

Posted in Poetry by zenmaster on August 3, 2007

You are my little baby girl,
We share all Our fears.
Such joy to hold you in my arms
and kiss away all your tears.
But now you’re gone, there’s only the pain
and nothing I can do about it.
And I don’t want to live this life any more,
If I can’t live for you.
To my beautiful baby girl.
Our love will never die.

– Sid Vicious, bassist of Sex Pistols


Posted in Poetry by zenmaster on August 2, 2007

There is this certain atmosphere,
a certain soltitude,
when the wind is cold and the cool tropical wind drops by,
and the wind chime does it’s thing,
and the lights are dim,
and the moon is barely visible,
i tend to start thinking,
about dumb things,
and insignificant thoughts.

– Sinatra_Z, a humble high school friend of mine.

Crème de la Crème

Posted in Poetry by zenmaster on July 25, 2007

The world revolves around me,
The earth unfolds like a fortune cookie,
Pride and ego are my middle name,
Shake the trigger and aim it at my head,

My snobbishness flattens the mountain,
My mouth is mightier than your words,
I’m gonna put my insults where your mouth is,
Strike the chord with the key of E.

Funny how when I see you as a traitor,
See, you’ve just defied the Murphy’s Law,
I’m gonna swallow your pride,
I’m gonna strike my fist to your jaw,
I’m gonna make you shock in awe,
I wanna force you to bow upon me,
Because I’m an elite among the elites,
I’m a messiah, lord of the universe.

Quaint Little Adventure

Posted in Poetry by zenmaster on July 19, 2007

To anonymous, far away from my place,
Sheer feelings of being distant,
Letters sent, never recieved,
It’s black and white, all or nothing,

Walking along the beach at the dusk,
Every nuances is just a pretense,
Preternatural, artificial, superficial,
Everything in the sky looks so surreal.

Divine intervention halted my journey,
Tainted with series of calamities,
Carpe diem, never made a great leap forward,
Mama mia, I can’t find my way back home.

Pearl Jam – Wishlist

Posted in Entertainment, Poetry, Videos by zenmaster on July 17, 2007

Remember the quote “I wish I was as fortunate as fortunate as me”? Yeah, indeed, I’ve promised to you earlier that I’ll blog about this. And now, I’m going to write about it, specifically about my favourite Pearl Jam’s song. Wishlist is one of my Pearl Jam’s Big 5 (Alive, Jeremy, Betterman, Rearviewmirror, Wishlist). Unlike the other Big 5, this song is slow and relaxing, yet moving. I call it the semangat song. Likewise, you may call it a love song, lullaby, pop song, easy listening, slow rock whatsoever.

Interestingly, many listeners acknowledge that Wishlist is arguably the most easy Pearl Jam song to play, even the beginner can play it in a jiffy. As a guitar noob, I have to agree with them. There’s only 3 chords involved F, G and C (both open and power chords). Of course, there’s guitar licks and solos, but only simple ones. So, you’ll save your fingers from getting blistered. Electric guitar and ebow are optional because of the 2nd (volume swelling) and 3rd (sustain) solo. Wishlist is fun to be played on acoustic guitar, too. Click the following links for, bass tab and guitar tab.

The best part of this song is the lyrics itself. It’s very simple yet it’s poetic and full of meaning. According to the Eddie Vedder (Pearl Jam’s frontman), he made a wishlist as a reminder for him to fulfilled his desired dream. At the end of the day, he resolved it with the line I wish I was as fortunate as fortunate as me as a sign that he contended with his dream already. God, I even modify the lyrics into my own “wishlist” occasionally. I will write my own poem based on the Wishlist lyrics itself.

I wish I was a neutron bomb for once I could go off,
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on,
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on,
The Christmas tree I wish I was the star that went on top,
I wish I was the evidence I wish I was the grounds,
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky.

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me,
I wish I was as fortunate as fortunate as me,
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good,
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro’s hood.

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun,
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on,
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on,
I wish I was the verb ‘to trust’ and never let you down.

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up,
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish……..**

** The lyrics might be altered by Eddie from time to time, depending on the location of the concert.

Somewhat Miserable Or Something Rather

Posted in Poetry by zenmaster on July 8, 2007

I figured I’ll be damned,
The tincture of past haunted me,
Never look for the present, for all I care,
For the future never arrives in between.

Never in my life feel so good,
Dare I say, “Yes, I lied to you”,
Au contraire, “You’re telling the truth”, he said,
The conversation didn’t last that long,
Started the fucking argument and exchanged words,
Voila, it takes to to tango.

I’m now sleeping by the side of the couch, comatosed,
With razorblade wounds on my wrist,
My sanity is now ceased to exist.
How bad can it be,
How bad can it possibly be.

Let There Be Lights

Posted in Poetry by zenmaster on July 8, 2007

I’m like a weed with giant leaves,
Waiting for the sun to rise from east,
Arms wide open for a mother load of lights,
Running all the rivers and lakes dry.

Bribe to light with darkness,
Gauge the heat and feel the chillness,
Sorry, I have fear of Fahrenheit,
But I can brave new world of Celcius,

12345 against ABCDE,
Nobody can understand this but you and me,
Barking at the wrong tree when things go wrong,
Let’s get the feel good hit from a bong.

To go further, we must go together,
To go faster, we must go alone,
Off we go, to the brightest place on earth,
Godspeed us and experience the rebirth.

The existence reborn,
The nihilism subside,
Water in the glass half-full, switched on,
Air in the ozone, switched off.


Posted in Poetry by zenmaster on July 7, 2007

All cooped up in small room,
No room for escapade,
In and out for redemption,
Suture up the future,
Graft the past and present together,
It’s getting further and further,