I have a million little bees
swarming behind my eyes
in each is carved a name
the victim of a crime
Some are called martyrs
Others forgotten by time
Some who should be kings
Others have no coin
Each night I go to sleep
tortured by their sting
I can’t escape the bees
even in my dreams
But when I find a pen
and try to sing their grief
they disappear like smoke
Finally I breathe
Source: rebelrhyming
‘Flute’ is a collaboration between urban poet Ksatriya and artist Suntharan Muniandy. Click the link to read a different kind of love story.
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Fatigue…
the words recede from me
like rats or roaches from the sunlight
perhaps despairing or disgusted
at the need for applause and approval…
I am tired.
Source: rebelrhyming
Hey, we’re featured in one of Malaysia’s premier hip hop resources. Click the link to check it out, as well as other great music from Malaysia.
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“Student of Life” theme week at the FB fan page http://www.facebook.com/rebelrhyming Drop by to suggest a theme for next week!
Words
———-
Cigarette butts
on an ash filled floor
A poem forgotten
and I’m writing some more
Fallen, Forsaken
bound and broken
Enlightened, Empowered
raging in silence
Illuminate, Eradicate
start over again
A poet and a teacher
a princely pied pauper
A treasure for your leasure
A note out at sea
Leader and follower
Neither is me
A killer who’s a winner
A wild wall street wrangler
Watches from the windows
for a fresh faced harvest
A sad serenade singing
one man brigade makes
homemade lemonade from
fresh welfare aid
A homo heteresexual and
consenting bisexual
haunt a frenetic
dumpster diving dyslexic
A dreamer and a schemer
with dead distant demeanor
dumps a dubstep drummer
for a drunk dame who’s dimmer
(These are the things I’ve seen)
(These are the things I’ve seen)
I’m a pissed off Percenter
and a person of colour
A previous homeowner
looking for a present buyer
A peripheral savvy
lipstick heavy
long lash, luscious booty
stick thin skank
A sometimes sexy and
super scent-heavy
a greencard-crazy
gold digging little brat
damaged goods and destitute
livin’ on a playa
paying for the living by
playing on his flute
Tales for the telling and
songs for the asking
Food for the wanting and
drink for the dying
Hell for the pious and
heaven for the devil
Hope for the lost and a
harlot at the saddle
Wishes come true and
the curses you choose
(Pain so bad it turns to pleasure again)
I’m not anyone special and cannot be considered wise
but some things I’ve learned
as a Student of Life
Performed by Ksatriya
Written, Composed and Arranged by Ksatriya
Special composition credits to Samwise for the guitar solo. Thanks bro!
Recorded and Mixed at Samwise Music, Penang
Source: rebelrhyming / Ksatriya
Orang Merdeka
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Kita kan semua Orang Merdeka
Bukan biri-biri meminta gembala
Kita kan semua Orang Merdeka
Bukan biri-biri menunggu gembala
Jika disuruh diam
LANTANGLAH BERSUARA!
Kita kan semua
Orang Merdeka
Jika diarah jangan berarak
Jika disuruh diam sahaja
Jika diarah jangan bertanya
Jawablah kita ORANG MERDEKA!
Jika laungan disahut baton dan air kimia
Jangan kita takut dan jangan kita gentar
Anak Malaysia kita di jalan yang benar
Penjajah dan pencuri akan jatuh jua
Dibaham semarak
Orang Merdeka
***
-Ksatriya, Dec 2011
Source: rebelrhyming
We’re doing flash poetry/songs at the facebook fan page! Here’s a short teaser from this week’s theme “Disney Fairytale”. You can contribute your ideas by dropping a comment at the fan page. Will put up the full version ASAP. Travelling right now :)
Source: rebelrhyming / Ksatriya
Taking a walk on the coffee-induced crazy side. Time: 10 mins! (or so)
In urban Durban
there’s a turban
fraught with follicles
from former owners
Locked in a tower
it has no power
but men so wise
think otherwise!
Some say it starts a fire
others say it makes water
Some say it will bring good luck
if you but rub it on a duck!
and so ministers are bought
and long wars are fought
for a chance to dance
with the divine
til all the walls come down
and the tower is gone
but BEHOLD! The Turban
can’t be found!
Source: rebelrhyming
