To my sweet unknown whose time will tell anon of you and me
This one darkened soul in the path of nowhere, looking for the light
And you are the pollen with such heavenward scent, floating on prayers
Of which I did espy but yet to form plans for the day we would meet
This one's for the future of the past I've left behind
Of dreamy lullabyes of love that I've thought much poisoned
And gold was the day but of late not much warmth
To fear the smile I may never get to see from your glowing face
This word's for the sigh in this road I've but travelled
Alone and all wretched but within it did endure
The sign of all summer in the midst of dead winters
Oh crave now I dream, of your soft white arms!
This hope's for the lost cause of a warrior enshrined in pain
For the swords that he wields are two bladed and thick blood
But maybe just a touch from the one who cares still
That I'll jump back and fight for one more goodnight...
And till that time comes all regards are for you
For one whom He said that she comes for my aide
A pagan emotion of agnostic desires, encased in beauty
With the scent of red passion to light my brief candle...
This love of my life, for now 'til forever!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sighs of A Worker
So what if I'm just one more brick in the wall?
I'm no more of a person than any of you, or no less of it!
Well maybe its true we go by different colours and different ranks
But is it true that our lives are but a cycle in a well of oblivion?
Ah, so much for the tyranny of early mornings and evening smogs
When all I ever want is to carve a place of my own in this lifetime
But not so much as to toe the line from sunrise to sunset is what we all crave
For a measly fold of crisp colourful papers it seems that this pain is all about!
Oh, and to think that in these precious two days that some of us could be ourselves again
But for much more worries of the future we fear that time when it ends in a handshake!
Be they golden or pink slips we now humbly lay down and die amidst these bills to pay
Even more sorrowful our precious ones who asks about who to pay for their schools!
Alas, this poem arrives to not an answer but still much of sighs
To this bored weak soul blogging at his office on the eve of his payday
Maybe next week he could take a few days off or something
But then he realised that all his paid leaves are allbut used...
And so he goes back to work again as he caught sight of his wonderful saviour
To stop maybe for a bite or two later on, with friends he'd rather not be with
Then off he goes facing his dear worn-out monitor again, till five or six or maybe tonight...
Sad...indeed...sad indeed...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
I'm no more of a person than any of you, or no less of it!
Well maybe its true we go by different colours and different ranks
But is it true that our lives are but a cycle in a well of oblivion?
Ah, so much for the tyranny of early mornings and evening smogs
When all I ever want is to carve a place of my own in this lifetime
But not so much as to toe the line from sunrise to sunset is what we all crave
For a measly fold of crisp colourful papers it seems that this pain is all about!
Oh, and to think that in these precious two days that some of us could be ourselves again
But for much more worries of the future we fear that time when it ends in a handshake!
Be they golden or pink slips we now humbly lay down and die amidst these bills to pay
Even more sorrowful our precious ones who asks about who to pay for their schools!
Alas, this poem arrives to not an answer but still much of sighs
To this bored weak soul blogging at his office on the eve of his payday
Maybe next week he could take a few days off or something
But then he realised that all his paid leaves are allbut used...
And so he goes back to work again as he caught sight of his wonderful saviour
To stop maybe for a bite or two later on, with friends he'd rather not be with
Then off he goes facing his dear worn-out monitor again, till five or six or maybe tonight...
Sad...indeed...sad indeed...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Stanzas For a Dreamer
Lay down your sorrows o the one who've seen the light
In all the dark places that God Himself may not look that way
For your gift is what they treasure so greatly but not on you
And they spit on your name for the fact that they have not
Take comfort in your kindness, for your kind is much too kind
Yet no penny to your name to worth their high placing, most high indeed!
That they'd see you not from their gilded eyes, for such is their world of late
But rather as a garbage, a refuse, a bane of society, or so their mind think...
Dry well your tears for this foot deserves not your face or pride
And your head is not a doormat for the world to mark their anger
Remember the Divine do know of their pride, their egos and lusts
And so soon their foul deeds on you will not be foreclosed!
Don't hate me for I have no songs to lull you to sleep
Nor comes I for you to cleanse your dark mournings
For only a Dreamer he knows of his sad sweet brethren
The golden few with wings they made him felt low
So let's not abandon, this gift that we have
For sooner or later they'd come for us true
When all hope is gone, they'd search for it more
Only to find, its nest is still laying, but not of their reach
For the nest of all hope is the mind who still dreams
Who'd never he'd dreamt but kept on so dreaming
And so now who; pray tell, are losers in truths?
The egos with pride or the pride-less who dreams?
Think about it...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
In all the dark places that God Himself may not look that way
For your gift is what they treasure so greatly but not on you
And they spit on your name for the fact that they have not
Take comfort in your kindness, for your kind is much too kind
Yet no penny to your name to worth their high placing, most high indeed!
That they'd see you not from their gilded eyes, for such is their world of late
But rather as a garbage, a refuse, a bane of society, or so their mind think...
Dry well your tears for this foot deserves not your face or pride
And your head is not a doormat for the world to mark their anger
Remember the Divine do know of their pride, their egos and lusts
And so soon their foul deeds on you will not be foreclosed!
Don't hate me for I have no songs to lull you to sleep
Nor comes I for you to cleanse your dark mournings
For only a Dreamer he knows of his sad sweet brethren
The golden few with wings they made him felt low
So let's not abandon, this gift that we have
For sooner or later they'd come for us true
When all hope is gone, they'd search for it more
Only to find, its nest is still laying, but not of their reach
For the nest of all hope is the mind who still dreams
Who'd never he'd dreamt but kept on so dreaming
And so now who; pray tell, are losers in truths?
The egos with pride or the pride-less who dreams?
Think about it...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
This Once And Still Dreamer
I sing the sweet life, of time immemorial
So sacred so sighly, I wet my eyes last
In period of lost patience, and damning of valour
I seek no more comfort, than whence it did me
Sip not this wet dew, for this might is now dust
As indignity of grace they swoon on mild passions
But never too soon to make me did think
Who else but me when I was but gone?
Oh bring now my pleasures, but not in excess
For I am but moderate, yet dreams of afar
Night blooming of late, but never remembering
Of what are but dreams and what is now singing!
Sigh low and sway first, o ye of sad faces
For the islands and the skies are never so near
But what am I to hope for, in jest or in pain?
When all I did do was rerunning the past?
I sing now for last, before I go home
These limpid dark notions my shadows I cast off
But harrowed no more, for I now know me
This once and still dreamer still breathes for the future!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
So sacred so sighly, I wet my eyes last
In period of lost patience, and damning of valour
I seek no more comfort, than whence it did me
Sip not this wet dew, for this might is now dust
As indignity of grace they swoon on mild passions
But never too soon to make me did think
Who else but me when I was but gone?
Oh bring now my pleasures, but not in excess
For I am but moderate, yet dreams of afar
Night blooming of late, but never remembering
Of what are but dreams and what is now singing!
Sigh low and sway first, o ye of sad faces
For the islands and the skies are never so near
But what am I to hope for, in jest or in pain?
When all I did do was rerunning the past?
I sing now for last, before I go home
These limpid dark notions my shadows I cast off
But harrowed no more, for I now know me
This once and still dreamer still breathes for the future!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
For I Am The Unseelie
I am the Unseelie, an ancient of souls so lost in the wings of darkness
The cold northern land is my domain, yet I'm fond to prey on the one of unclean
Of the weak, the foolish and the mortal, a human or so he calls himself
But not so humane from what I see of him!
Do not lean on your faith when I pounce upon you
For no dead god on a stick could pry me from my wrath
Of guts and of blood and what have you inside, screaming in pain as I rip you apart
Then drench wet my bright sheen with the red of your flesh!
For I am the Unseelie, the last you'll see as you breathe your last
I roam in the graves of ancient false friends, looking for souls to play or a-masking
Finding no peace for you've made me this way, so dark and unfriendly by your elders' twists
And now when your kind had all but forgotten me, its time for my kind to bury you forever!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
The cold northern land is my domain, yet I'm fond to prey on the one of unclean
Of the weak, the foolish and the mortal, a human or so he calls himself
But not so humane from what I see of him!
Do not lean on your faith when I pounce upon you
For no dead god on a stick could pry me from my wrath
Of guts and of blood and what have you inside, screaming in pain as I rip you apart
Then drench wet my bright sheen with the red of your flesh!
For I am the Unseelie, the last you'll see as you breathe your last
I roam in the graves of ancient false friends, looking for souls to play or a-masking
Finding no peace for you've made me this way, so dark and unfriendly by your elders' twists
And now when your kind had all but forgotten me, its time for my kind to bury you forever!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
For All Your Troubles
Sing to me now, O Hollowed Sanity
For all the pain I've left in me, reeling and kneeling in the shadows of late
Needing the light to stab out my shattered reality before the twilight fleece me anon
But never too far away from the smell of tombstones oh my withered heart
Needing nobody but relishing the languish of the soul I tread these mossy paths alone
So vaguely I dress for evening funerals of the lords to come home unheeded by sins
Of now and forever I will keel this runaway ship to moor in the well of despair
For all the leaves of drying autumn I sighed away these sunsets but never too good
So now what else is there within this mirth-filled grey? A pot of gold or slithering beasts?
A comfort of songs to stop my wrist-slashing you think? Or maybe a sign of tears to come?
O please refrain yourself from helping me then, my fine-weathered friend
If all I ever breathed was an annoyance to those of the happy, unfeeling at best!
So please ignore me if my stares are like graveyards unnamed and untended
For I am here in this realm unprepared and unstrung to say the least, or worst
And let me not die except in grief of non-living when I should have lived but not like this
For there maybe not a hymn long enough to save me, from my dying self and all your troubles
Farewell...
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
For all the pain I've left in me, reeling and kneeling in the shadows of late
Needing the light to stab out my shattered reality before the twilight fleece me anon
But never too far away from the smell of tombstones oh my withered heart
Needing nobody but relishing the languish of the soul I tread these mossy paths alone
So vaguely I dress for evening funerals of the lords to come home unheeded by sins
Of now and forever I will keel this runaway ship to moor in the well of despair
For all the leaves of drying autumn I sighed away these sunsets but never too good
So now what else is there within this mirth-filled grey? A pot of gold or slithering beasts?
A comfort of songs to stop my wrist-slashing you think? Or maybe a sign of tears to come?
O please refrain yourself from helping me then, my fine-weathered friend
If all I ever breathed was an annoyance to those of the happy, unfeeling at best!
So please ignore me if my stares are like graveyards unnamed and untended
For I am here in this realm unprepared and unstrung to say the least, or worst
And let me not die except in grief of non-living when I should have lived but not like this
For there maybe not a hymn long enough to save me, from my dying self and all your troubles
Farewell...
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Spring Sensation
Oh sweet sanity, mortal you maybe
Let us not parry on these impudent thoughts on darkness and decay
For I fear the time for all those chaos is long over and done with
As I sip on this glass of cool Morning Glories, chanting the hymns of graciousness
So let us enjoy the sudden return of the glaring sun from its misty chamber in glee
For as the snows of frozen thanks and whitened despair be melted away in heat
Then all is now lost to the realm of painful memories, gone, buried and mourned
As I danced in these windy plains like the spirit of the air, enraptured!
Swinging leaves and singing flowers all around me, come hither and praises afloat
As I gaze at the future so red like the dawn of joy, that ends with a blue of the coming hope
Its not what it may be that I care or look for, but rather on what I feel inside I'm sharing of now
But not oh so vain if I should be saying, that God would never be so cruel of late and for onwards
So come and enjoy these first rays of sunshine unwept or unsighed
For no demons or sad devotions be availed these moments so precious
And under the wings of sobriety these twinklings I hear of mankind oh joy
But never a goodbye I've left for them, in peace, in love, and in pieces of time...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Let us not parry on these impudent thoughts on darkness and decay
For I fear the time for all those chaos is long over and done with
As I sip on this glass of cool Morning Glories, chanting the hymns of graciousness
So let us enjoy the sudden return of the glaring sun from its misty chamber in glee
For as the snows of frozen thanks and whitened despair be melted away in heat
Then all is now lost to the realm of painful memories, gone, buried and mourned
As I danced in these windy plains like the spirit of the air, enraptured!
Swinging leaves and singing flowers all around me, come hither and praises afloat
As I gaze at the future so red like the dawn of joy, that ends with a blue of the coming hope
Its not what it may be that I care or look for, but rather on what I feel inside I'm sharing of now
But not oh so vain if I should be saying, that God would never be so cruel of late and for onwards
So come and enjoy these first rays of sunshine unwept or unsighed
For no demons or sad devotions be availed these moments so precious
And under the wings of sobriety these twinklings I hear of mankind oh joy
But never a goodbye I've left for them, in peace, in love, and in pieces of time...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Shithead's Paradise
O God of all disease and pestilence
Hearer of supplications and healer of broken souls
What price your one drained underling of light and darkness here?
All torn apart and bleeding still?
What mindless imbeciles has he you've seen now becoming, Master?
What of his heart and feelings you think?
I am still one lone cold statue of a disfigured effigy
Mourning for no light yet reason for this tearful image he is now!
O God of all pain and sorrow, Lord of all torment and catharsis
What price me the one who's lost his life yet he breathes still?
What madness can he hold on to when all hope is lost, bought or stolen?
What relief he has now that's worth every penny in gold yet matters not?
Is this not what he has in mind or is this merely a passing shadow of a road still long?
Too long a telling of a mighty impudence but not real enough to be deemed a foe
I am to be smashed on the rocks of a roaring seaway again, bloodier yet merrier in a way?
So what if no one is round enough to hold him on his deathbed then toss him in his pit next?
Tell me now, O Mighty One, tell me now and let him rest!
For I fear his told love so roses for you is much too real yet too mutilated his body of it!
So let's not these corpse praising pagans try and take the money and run again, Dear One
For I fear this will be the end of the sun and the realised ending of damnation, denied!
Help me, O Great One, help me or help me drown myself in darkness freed!
SHITHEAD
LAVATORY
AD 666
Hearer of supplications and healer of broken souls
What price your one drained underling of light and darkness here?
All torn apart and bleeding still?
What mindless imbeciles has he you've seen now becoming, Master?
What of his heart and feelings you think?
I am still one lone cold statue of a disfigured effigy
Mourning for no light yet reason for this tearful image he is now!
O God of all pain and sorrow, Lord of all torment and catharsis
What price me the one who's lost his life yet he breathes still?
What madness can he hold on to when all hope is lost, bought or stolen?
What relief he has now that's worth every penny in gold yet matters not?
Is this not what he has in mind or is this merely a passing shadow of a road still long?
Too long a telling of a mighty impudence but not real enough to be deemed a foe
I am to be smashed on the rocks of a roaring seaway again, bloodier yet merrier in a way?
So what if no one is round enough to hold him on his deathbed then toss him in his pit next?
Tell me now, O Mighty One, tell me now and let him rest!
For I fear his told love so roses for you is much too real yet too mutilated his body of it!
So let's not these corpse praising pagans try and take the money and run again, Dear One
For I fear this will be the end of the sun and the realised ending of damnation, denied!
Help me, O Great One, help me or help me drown myself in darkness freed!
SHITHEAD
LAVATORY
AD 666
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Cute Cuddly Earthworms
Cute Cuddly Earthworms, waiting for the bus
Then came a Baby and a ringbell Sissy
Peeking or a-peaking they've lost a velvet stare
Then sneezed a diamond bling-bling with a big bad Wussy!
High on a pear I eat some burnt-out grasses
Then paid this nice pauper with a great red smile
Singing I Love You in sanskrit or beherit
And statues came a-calling picking me a melon!
High-pressure cooker o-de-lay hee hee!
"Ballooning on a grooming!" said a wine-soaked preacher
Stroking black-red leopard, I jumped like cold limpets
Fumbled short attorney, now please go serve me honey!
Cute Cuddly Earthworms, I love gray lingeries
Please come a-washing, the medicines on the top shelf
I pray that this madness, be sweet and cuddly too!
So I can go to school, to puke on damn good coffee!
(Sic)
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Then came a Baby and a ringbell Sissy
Peeking or a-peaking they've lost a velvet stare
Then sneezed a diamond bling-bling with a big bad Wussy!
High on a pear I eat some burnt-out grasses
Then paid this nice pauper with a great red smile
Singing I Love You in sanskrit or beherit
And statues came a-calling picking me a melon!
High-pressure cooker o-de-lay hee hee!
"Ballooning on a grooming!" said a wine-soaked preacher
Stroking black-red leopard, I jumped like cold limpets
Fumbled short attorney, now please go serve me honey!
Cute Cuddly Earthworms, I love gray lingeries
Please come a-washing, the medicines on the top shelf
I pray that this madness, be sweet and cuddly too!
So I can go to school, to puke on damn good coffee!
(Sic)
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Fuzzy-Wuzzy Teddy Bears
Oh sweet, I love, oh sweet, I love but meow-meow-meow! As if somebody's dying of laughter
Since when did you do your hair to look like a mop or something so gay so on so forth?
Oh well I swear I knew this song would play the radio silly right now, whee whee whee!
So much to do yet so money-money-money, ain't it funny, in a rich man's world!
So Fuzzy-Wuzzy Teddy Bears, where else you'd think they'd go for food?
Inside the lard so full of fat, or maybe some twit had switched your Dad?
So sing your sinews till the cakes went bad, and then your bro will smash your oven
So jumpy-wumpy slimed and happy, I wonder where else you'd charge my car-key?
I sing, I sing so wild and sane, of kids in retro black and jumpsuits
So mote it be the moles so lonesome, seeking grace from one-hit-wonders
I stepped on pedals the tiles need waxing, I stopped a pudding from major offensives
But of what the things that you don't know, its all so sunny from where I'm shrimping!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Since when did you do your hair to look like a mop or something so gay so on so forth?
Oh well I swear I knew this song would play the radio silly right now, whee whee whee!
So much to do yet so money-money-money, ain't it funny, in a rich man's world!
So Fuzzy-Wuzzy Teddy Bears, where else you'd think they'd go for food?
Inside the lard so full of fat, or maybe some twit had switched your Dad?
So sing your sinews till the cakes went bad, and then your bro will smash your oven
So jumpy-wumpy slimed and happy, I wonder where else you'd charge my car-key?
I sing, I sing so wild and sane, of kids in retro black and jumpsuits
So mote it be the moles so lonesome, seeking grace from one-hit-wonders
I stepped on pedals the tiles need waxing, I stopped a pudding from major offensives
But of what the things that you don't know, its all so sunny from where I'm shrimping!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Singing In The Rain Wearing Nothing But Earrings
Quick! For there is such a nonsense such as a suicidal maniac high on life
Fire! For this life is so hot you either burn yourself or the world around you
Slide! And look at your money as it slips away with your shares and stock options
Fine! But what about going to the Police Station to pay for...what? Ridiculous!
Shit! I don't think people uses this word often enough these days, or maybe I'm too sheltered for my own good, heheheh!
So surreal it feels when the winds are a-blowing and you're all-alone in your room blogging your skull away
Should I stop now? I asked myself, or should I go on some more? I asked myself again... Go on, someone suddenly said, go on and make it good for once! He said again
For there's no one who knows you better than yourself or someone like you! And ignore my new set of words if you're lucky enough or so you feel! Wow, this guy's angry!
Shut up! Or maybe that's not the right word to dismiss him/her that way? So slimy yet nice if one would think about it, openly aloud as a beefed-up machine on a rampage across an acorn crushed...
Fuck! What the hell is on my head right now? Is it a cuneiform mongoose ordered to shoot to kill on sight by Obama again?
Or maybe I'm too forgetful to take out the trash again you think? Ah, no matter, the laundry needs to be taken care of soon, first and foremost
Or maybe some poison apple had invited me for tea yet I've lost her invitations in my last acupuncture sessions last week?
Okay then, let's have some breakfast...what? Over already? But I still haven't had my shoes sent to the cobbler yet!
What of that last night's gig that I went that nearly put a spell on me yet I went there to get only a hundred bucks?
Hooray! I'm crazy for junk food no more, now I wanna go sniff some glue, and then have a date with destiny...
What? What was that? A cat got stuck in the roof again? Okay then, I'll be there in a short while...please don't go anywhere okay? I tend to lose my way sometimes...
Amen.
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Fire! For this life is so hot you either burn yourself or the world around you
Slide! And look at your money as it slips away with your shares and stock options
Fine! But what about going to the Police Station to pay for...what? Ridiculous!
Shit! I don't think people uses this word often enough these days, or maybe I'm too sheltered for my own good, heheheh!
So surreal it feels when the winds are a-blowing and you're all-alone in your room blogging your skull away
Should I stop now? I asked myself, or should I go on some more? I asked myself again... Go on, someone suddenly said, go on and make it good for once! He said again
For there's no one who knows you better than yourself or someone like you! And ignore my new set of words if you're lucky enough or so you feel! Wow, this guy's angry!
Shut up! Or maybe that's not the right word to dismiss him/her that way? So slimy yet nice if one would think about it, openly aloud as a beefed-up machine on a rampage across an acorn crushed...
Fuck! What the hell is on my head right now? Is it a cuneiform mongoose ordered to shoot to kill on sight by Obama again?
Or maybe I'm too forgetful to take out the trash again you think? Ah, no matter, the laundry needs to be taken care of soon, first and foremost
Or maybe some poison apple had invited me for tea yet I've lost her invitations in my last acupuncture sessions last week?
Okay then, let's have some breakfast...what? Over already? But I still haven't had my shoes sent to the cobbler yet!
What of that last night's gig that I went that nearly put a spell on me yet I went there to get only a hundred bucks?
Hooray! I'm crazy for junk food no more, now I wanna go sniff some glue, and then have a date with destiny...
What? What was that? A cat got stuck in the roof again? Okay then, I'll be there in a short while...please don't go anywhere okay? I tend to lose my way sometimes...
Amen.
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Hymns of A Dragon Lancer Part 3
The Palace Guard's Lament
Oh forsooth that this day could not have been better
Unfair be to me a guard of this fortress, preparing for the worst
Pissing on the dawning sky I could never had thought it be a portent
That weighted the hour of an even heavier times of this hope-lost parley...
Indifferent was I when the Royals marched in, no pomp left unspared
From the contraption clad Queen to the hot-tempered Red Horny
Preceeded by a Prince so blue and gay, the sad Green King of pestilence and of sorrow
And last but not least the yellow winged Master my Lord and my Liege...
As soon as they're in the ballistas were aimed, not to a fort but to each other
Never be so children so bickering as them, these crown-headed Rulers
Of feudings and bad languages all rolled and spewed, corroding all minds
Oh never was a time one shout of silence be as much so needed as my breath of air!
Then came such shiver as if of a winter, they came upon them like laces of twilight
All red and black and flames of chilling, they led each other in howls and screamings
I came in to save them, but my men were too mortal, all dead in a swift
They saved me so strange yet broken my bones, merely eyes they see but oh woeful me!
And then it came down, Apocalypse looked pale, new fear be birthed out
The Lord clad in flames "Kish-Maena!" he growled, the Royals sat frozen
He came to play dead all hopes and all light, with heads he be counting
As the world now in ransom, no one could fight back!
He asked but not fear, for he meant them no harm, or so he did say
Merely in wanting of lands and all wealth, and all will be spared to live under him
And never he goes without him so knowing, so next he warned them, prior to his laughter
For truth be all told, The Ofla Fever his calling to all, to bow down to him and make him but Lord!
And thus from each Lords he did ask for tribute, of three gold-filled rooms and one lake of gems
No more and no less, as full moon be rising, to him they must bring them or else he'd be killing
And left all but reeling, as he gorged on blood, of those he had slain my poor lost comrades
And thus with a howl he left them all frozen, they then came to life as if it's a nightmare!
"Kish-Maena," they uttered, as if their first word, "Kish-Maena," again, as if he be Death
"Kish-Maena," so hopeless, too long they'd be frozen, forgot all their squabbles
"Kish-Maena," oh Lord! What madness Thou parted them! My Liege and his foes so brainless and weak!
"Kish-Maena," again, and much I can bear, so numb in my pain I felt I was slipping...
For long they sat frozen, no eyes but of fear, I felt much, much pity
Before they be talking, as I'm now delirious, much "help" and much "how" again they were said
Until came a time, they said they'd be brothers, no past feuds be heeded until peace returns
And that's when I saw, no light but of blackness, as now my great pain it put me to sleep...
Oh forsooth that this day could not have been better
Unfair be to me a guard of this fortress, preparing for the worst
Pissing on the dawning sky I could never had thought it be a portent
That weighted the hour of an even heavier times of this hope-lost parley...
Indifferent was I when the Royals marched in, no pomp left unspared
From the contraption clad Queen to the hot-tempered Red Horny
Preceeded by a Prince so blue and gay, the sad Green King of pestilence and of sorrow
And last but not least the yellow winged Master my Lord and my Liege...
As soon as they're in the ballistas were aimed, not to a fort but to each other
Never be so children so bickering as them, these crown-headed Rulers
Of feudings and bad languages all rolled and spewed, corroding all minds
Oh never was a time one shout of silence be as much so needed as my breath of air!
Then came such shiver as if of a winter, they came upon them like laces of twilight
All red and black and flames of chilling, they led each other in howls and screamings
I came in to save them, but my men were too mortal, all dead in a swift
They saved me so strange yet broken my bones, merely eyes they see but oh woeful me!
And then it came down, Apocalypse looked pale, new fear be birthed out
The Lord clad in flames "Kish-Maena!" he growled, the Royals sat frozen
He came to play dead all hopes and all light, with heads he be counting
As the world now in ransom, no one could fight back!
He asked but not fear, for he meant them no harm, or so he did say
Merely in wanting of lands and all wealth, and all will be spared to live under him
And never he goes without him so knowing, so next he warned them, prior to his laughter
For truth be all told, The Ofla Fever his calling to all, to bow down to him and make him but Lord!
And thus from each Lords he did ask for tribute, of three gold-filled rooms and one lake of gems
No more and no less, as full moon be rising, to him they must bring them or else he'd be killing
And left all but reeling, as he gorged on blood, of those he had slain my poor lost comrades
And thus with a howl he left them all frozen, they then came to life as if it's a nightmare!
"Kish-Maena," they uttered, as if their first word, "Kish-Maena," again, as if he be Death
"Kish-Maena," so hopeless, too long they'd be frozen, forgot all their squabbles
"Kish-Maena," oh Lord! What madness Thou parted them! My Liege and his foes so brainless and weak!
"Kish-Maena," again, and much I can bear, so numb in my pain I felt I was slipping...
For long they sat frozen, no eyes but of fear, I felt much, much pity
Before they be talking, as I'm now delirious, much "help" and much "how" again they were said
Until came a time, they said they'd be brothers, no past feuds be heeded until peace returns
And that's when I saw, no light but of blackness, as now my great pain it put me to sleep...
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Winter Tears
Sweet, sweet fate of love, lost dead and buried
In this hall of shame and snow I wept for the missing sun
As this icy lake of sorrow I view your departed being a-dancing on it
Picking up the roses with bones of a hand I fear my that dream now greets me cold!
And cold was the time when we're young and foolish
We play with our feelings like we play with our destiny
Never for once we see what's coming
And never regretful as the day it all ended!
Forlorn and empty as these walls of ancient might, but never too early to make me suffer
I shiver no more to the flakes of ice, as I wait for your smiles to take me away
In blackness of mourning my colors had long since ended
As tombstones so pale I see my love floats!
So low I now stoop black candles light faces
With no short of misery your ghost now it touches me
I know that this ghoul is all that I'm left with
And this mockery called life keeps me too far from you!
Oh dear, my dear soul, commit us as one
To free my dark bondage, these feelings so poisoned
I summon all hopes from places I should not
And thus I defile this dark heart again
So let us be one, in circles so pagan,
Afraid I'm no more in death and in life
So may this bleak winter, your bones be now flesh
Oh gods and all satans, I implore you, bring her to me!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
In this hall of shame and snow I wept for the missing sun
As this icy lake of sorrow I view your departed being a-dancing on it
Picking up the roses with bones of a hand I fear my that dream now greets me cold!
And cold was the time when we're young and foolish
We play with our feelings like we play with our destiny
Never for once we see what's coming
And never regretful as the day it all ended!
Forlorn and empty as these walls of ancient might, but never too early to make me suffer
I shiver no more to the flakes of ice, as I wait for your smiles to take me away
In blackness of mourning my colors had long since ended
As tombstones so pale I see my love floats!
So low I now stoop black candles light faces
With no short of misery your ghost now it touches me
I know that this ghoul is all that I'm left with
And this mockery called life keeps me too far from you!
Oh dear, my dear soul, commit us as one
To free my dark bondage, these feelings so poisoned
I summon all hopes from places I should not
And thus I defile this dark heart again
So let us be one, in circles so pagan,
Afraid I'm no more in death and in life
So may this bleak winter, your bones be now flesh
Oh gods and all satans, I implore you, bring her to me!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Autumn Sighs
Ah, the end of summer of ignorance and bliss
And the beginning of autumn and of the dark news it's bringing
I sigh at the leaves as it withers and turns in the highway breeze
Lamenting the fact that these used to be green just weeks ago...
Now all that I see is the sky so thick, with clouds of rain and faded blue
And the clothes that I'm wearing they seem to reflect the coming coldness
For no more T-shirts and no more shorts, and days on the beach are over for now
As the birds they now migrate to warmer climates, leaving us folks to huddle in the cold...
So sweet I feel the cycles of Nature, never disrupted nor late nor too early
For as long as I can remember the days they didn't change very much
Except maybe more smog and more smoke and raised pollution indexes!
And an even more yearning in our heart, to return to simpler times...
And so as the kids they play with the leaves
And of dogs and of cats hide-and-seek in the piles
I sigh one more time before I get up, these old bones they creak as this sunshine it withers
And now comes the clouds as the air they be colder, which hasten my steps into a brisk walk
So maybe I'm a fool who looks at the past, but foolish I'm not for I've lived life to the fullest!
In grander days of yellowing photos, and darker days of the coming future
I've put my spare change in my other wallet, while I wait for my tea to warm me once more
And the Missus she comes with a face much too red, but cheerful she be from her grandchildren's visit...
My, how it seems that time they do fly, but still I could hear those kids as they play
Teasing my senses as they laugh and they shout, scaring the cats as the leaves they did fall
While here I am warm and safe in my study, sipping my tea as the day it dies down
Wondering how I got, from there and to here, but one thing's for sure, I treasure them all!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL???
2010
And the beginning of autumn and of the dark news it's bringing
I sigh at the leaves as it withers and turns in the highway breeze
Lamenting the fact that these used to be green just weeks ago...
Now all that I see is the sky so thick, with clouds of rain and faded blue
And the clothes that I'm wearing they seem to reflect the coming coldness
For no more T-shirts and no more shorts, and days on the beach are over for now
As the birds they now migrate to warmer climates, leaving us folks to huddle in the cold...
So sweet I feel the cycles of Nature, never disrupted nor late nor too early
For as long as I can remember the days they didn't change very much
Except maybe more smog and more smoke and raised pollution indexes!
And an even more yearning in our heart, to return to simpler times...
And so as the kids they play with the leaves
And of dogs and of cats hide-and-seek in the piles
I sigh one more time before I get up, these old bones they creak as this sunshine it withers
And now comes the clouds as the air they be colder, which hasten my steps into a brisk walk
So maybe I'm a fool who looks at the past, but foolish I'm not for I've lived life to the fullest!
In grander days of yellowing photos, and darker days of the coming future
I've put my spare change in my other wallet, while I wait for my tea to warm me once more
And the Missus she comes with a face much too red, but cheerful she be from her grandchildren's visit...
My, how it seems that time they do fly, but still I could hear those kids as they play
Teasing my senses as they laugh and they shout, scaring the cats as the leaves they did fall
While here I am warm and safe in my study, sipping my tea as the day it dies down
Wondering how I got, from there and to here, but one thing's for sure, I treasure them all!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL???
2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
One Lonely Hot September
What is it like to wake up, to a different dawn in a different land?
Is it the same when you feel, that you know your neighbours?
What is it like when you celebrate, but the people around you do not?
Is it the same as you feel, when you know your way around?
In truth we never be free, like we would in our own country
And forsooth there's no more peace, as dear as your own birthplace
So why are we so taken, when nothing is right but we vent our rage at her?
Is it only enough to thank the Lord, that you are where you belong?
Tell me would you feel the same, if this land be taken away from you?
How would you fare, when you think the World's your only home?
When all of us are apart, would we fare no better than now?
So why are we burning the bed, that we ourselves have only one and no more?
Forsooth begone I say your sick and greedy kind!
For this country this heartland, is ours in mirth and in dirt!
So let us cease drawing, on our weapons of ego and filth!
For a lot more faces of humanity, they never know where they belong!
Though I may not promise your Eden, nor I could burn one Hell for you
I know where I stand, I know where I am, and I know that this lot is all that I have
So let us not heed this call out of greed or cash-fillled gratification
But rather a warning, that a 53 years of peace, can be gone in one damn day!
So now let's have our piece and be good for one more year, shall we?
The End.
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
16th SEPTEMBER 2010
Is it the same when you feel, that you know your neighbours?
What is it like when you celebrate, but the people around you do not?
Is it the same as you feel, when you know your way around?
In truth we never be free, like we would in our own country
And forsooth there's no more peace, as dear as your own birthplace
So why are we so taken, when nothing is right but we vent our rage at her?
Is it only enough to thank the Lord, that you are where you belong?
Tell me would you feel the same, if this land be taken away from you?
How would you fare, when you think the World's your only home?
When all of us are apart, would we fare no better than now?
So why are we burning the bed, that we ourselves have only one and no more?
Forsooth begone I say your sick and greedy kind!
For this country this heartland, is ours in mirth and in dirt!
So let us cease drawing, on our weapons of ego and filth!
For a lot more faces of humanity, they never know where they belong!
Though I may not promise your Eden, nor I could burn one Hell for you
I know where I stand, I know where I am, and I know that this lot is all that I have
So let us not heed this call out of greed or cash-fillled gratification
But rather a warning, that a 53 years of peace, can be gone in one damn day!
So now let's have our piece and be good for one more year, shall we?
The End.
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
16th SEPTEMBER 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Musings Of Light And Darkness Part 2
Sweet, sweet nostalgia
Sweet as the grass in the morning dew
On this golden dawn I smell my spirit a-soaring
Flying in abandon all dreams and good prayers
Dark, and darkly the midnight hours
Dark and so black like the dreams of a worker
That blooms in the bosom of tired grey visions
As he waits for another day to toil in the heat
Pain, oh so painful the hopes of a wanderer
Broken and so down like mountains he shouldered
Weary and whatnots are his meal of fake gossips
Fleshing out the weeds of another dust lampoons
Peace, oh so peaceful the sleep of a child
She knows not a thing but the breastmilk of mother
Who knows what the wheels may be spinning next in line?
But not oh so much as this faith we ignored...
Sweet, sweet nostalgia, for a crone in ICU
For she knows not what the world she will wake up in next
Or what of her grandson a tyrant in the making
Conceived from a womb that's better left barren...
Swayed, oh so swayed is this pen in my hands
But never be so stained than this screen of a blogger
For never matched up are his dreams and the world
But never too late, for salvation that's coming...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Sweet as the grass in the morning dew
On this golden dawn I smell my spirit a-soaring
Flying in abandon all dreams and good prayers
Dark, and darkly the midnight hours
Dark and so black like the dreams of a worker
That blooms in the bosom of tired grey visions
As he waits for another day to toil in the heat
Pain, oh so painful the hopes of a wanderer
Broken and so down like mountains he shouldered
Weary and whatnots are his meal of fake gossips
Fleshing out the weeds of another dust lampoons
Peace, oh so peaceful the sleep of a child
She knows not a thing but the breastmilk of mother
Who knows what the wheels may be spinning next in line?
But not oh so much as this faith we ignored...
Sweet, sweet nostalgia, for a crone in ICU
For she knows not what the world she will wake up in next
Or what of her grandson a tyrant in the making
Conceived from a womb that's better left barren...
Swayed, oh so swayed is this pen in my hands
But never be so stained than this screen of a blogger
For never matched up are his dreams and the world
But never too late, for salvation that's coming...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
To All That Has Gone
Oh, how all these too shall fade into but memories
The blessed dawn and the twilight that succeeds it
But how I still hunger for the moon in the daylight
And the blessed impression it shares with the sun
That glowed so surreal when the sky is but cloudy
So much so it reminds me, that my muse is returning...
Though scant I did know of the Wheel that turns
Through mirth or woe or the worse of the weather
I pray that Mankind may never learns to defy his Master
For terrible are the things that I know that has happened
But alas I'm not here to preach or to warn!
Merely a bard in search for more stories...
So let us abandon our shades and these graves
For their shadows and their values are of little or no use
It's time to cease mourning of our loss of past joys
For the future is now right and so ripe for the taking!
And as I leave on the dawn of this great new day
I pray that my day will never come full-circle again
For it is not just enough, to know that I've failed
But it is more than enough, to bury me alive!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
The blessed dawn and the twilight that succeeds it
But how I still hunger for the moon in the daylight
And the blessed impression it shares with the sun
That glowed so surreal when the sky is but cloudy
So much so it reminds me, that my muse is returning...
Though scant I did know of the Wheel that turns
Through mirth or woe or the worse of the weather
I pray that Mankind may never learns to defy his Master
For terrible are the things that I know that has happened
But alas I'm not here to preach or to warn!
Merely a bard in search for more stories...
So let us abandon our shades and these graves
For their shadows and their values are of little or no use
It's time to cease mourning of our loss of past joys
For the future is now right and so ripe for the taking!
And as I leave on the dawn of this great new day
I pray that my day will never come full-circle again
For it is not just enough, to know that I've failed
But it is more than enough, to bury me alive!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Twilight Of My Youth Part 2 - The Road And The Fiery Heart
I watched, as the years passed me by
How I'm still in search, in here and in there
Of the purpose of my birth, my solid existence
And my role of this lifetime that often eluded me
But a conversation with someone from my past awakened me
Telling me that I was more than I could have ever been
And that I still am inside, that I could still be forever
And that God has given me these not to be so ever wasted!
So here before a raging bonfire of the spirit, I sighed
Not at all at its majesty or luminous sheen
But at the sky that framed it in the background
The darkened void in the wake of the twilight
The twilight of my youth...
Yes, the twilight that I once mourned
Till the moon turned red and my heart turned black
And mourned it all with my losses both real and fantasized
Till came a time I've forgotten that these aren't the only things I could do!
Yes, I sighed not at all in contempt, or to mock its God-given existence
But rather, I'm mocking and pitying myself all at once, my poor twisted self
For I suddenly realized that I've awoken up from a very dreamless sleep
A sleep of damning proportions that had gripped at my youth, my golden youth
And how I wished that I should have awakened now much more earlier than this!
But now, long after I've said my dark goodbyes to my darkened days called the past
I now realized, where all my roads do lead me from now, from here
From this even darker junction that I once so horribly scared to tread or face!
To move on, to move my dimmed heart and hopes within towards the ever-cherished light
And what is much more important now is, is that I now know which road is best to take
Which road would lead me back to the golden light, far beyond the vermillion sunset
The roar of the roads less travelled that I once recalled I took it in in such sheer hastiness
But now I did know, that this truly is the right road that I've rightfully taken!
So now now longer will I be
The Silent Traveller of Many Sad Stories
But rather, the jovial wise man of many a story
On his quest to tell it all, from here and now until forever...
And for I have chosen this path, and this bonfire it lit
So glorious so bright till death would I part
And to this I kiss with love and with passion
For the writer has now has will to live!
Thank You God, for everything...
SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
KL
2010
How I'm still in search, in here and in there
Of the purpose of my birth, my solid existence
And my role of this lifetime that often eluded me
But a conversation with someone from my past awakened me
Telling me that I was more than I could have ever been
And that I still am inside, that I could still be forever
And that God has given me these not to be so ever wasted!
So here before a raging bonfire of the spirit, I sighed
Not at all at its majesty or luminous sheen
But at the sky that framed it in the background
The darkened void in the wake of the twilight
The twilight of my youth...
Yes, the twilight that I once mourned
Till the moon turned red and my heart turned black
And mourned it all with my losses both real and fantasized
Till came a time I've forgotten that these aren't the only things I could do!
Yes, I sighed not at all in contempt, or to mock its God-given existence
But rather, I'm mocking and pitying myself all at once, my poor twisted self
For I suddenly realized that I've awoken up from a very dreamless sleep
A sleep of damning proportions that had gripped at my youth, my golden youth
And how I wished that I should have awakened now much more earlier than this!
But now, long after I've said my dark goodbyes to my darkened days called the past
I now realized, where all my roads do lead me from now, from here
From this even darker junction that I once so horribly scared to tread or face!
To move on, to move my dimmed heart and hopes within towards the ever-cherished light
And what is much more important now is, is that I now know which road is best to take
Which road would lead me back to the golden light, far beyond the vermillion sunset
The roar of the roads less travelled that I once recalled I took it in in such sheer hastiness
But now I did know, that this truly is the right road that I've rightfully taken!
So now now longer will I be
The Silent Traveller of Many Sad Stories
But rather, the jovial wise man of many a story
On his quest to tell it all, from here and now until forever...
And for I have chosen this path, and this bonfire it lit
So glorious so bright till death would I part
And to this I kiss with love and with passion
For the writer has now has will to live!
Thank You God, for everything...
SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
KL
2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Dances Of The Heart Part 2: A Different Beat?
I knew deep inside this would happen someday
The pain has been lifted and chucked me to the world
Knowing too true that I'm no longer so young
And of what have I been doing, or whose face did I stare?
Truly I'm now be filled with fresh new feelings
Of the kind that abounds when life hits your teens
But now in my thirties should these feel so weird?
Or maybe that spring is within me now it blooms?
Alas, so I now admit that its sighing so gently
When should I pass by sweet lovers so young
When then came so soon the two-piece and babe
Like God is a-mocking, it should have been you!
Oh well, so now I await the calling from afar
Of the one who will open the doors to my kingdoms
And should she be here, then please sing my soul!
For I've been a-hollowed through time and my self...
Though now I still walk in paths much too dark
And the sun always sets too soon and too coldly
I will now yearn the sweet scented smiles
Of the one who will bring me, back to the light
God oh help me...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
The pain has been lifted and chucked me to the world
Knowing too true that I'm no longer so young
And of what have I been doing, or whose face did I stare?
Truly I'm now be filled with fresh new feelings
Of the kind that abounds when life hits your teens
But now in my thirties should these feel so weird?
Or maybe that spring is within me now it blooms?
Alas, so I now admit that its sighing so gently
When should I pass by sweet lovers so young
When then came so soon the two-piece and babe
Like God is a-mocking, it should have been you!
Oh well, so now I await the calling from afar
Of the one who will open the doors to my kingdoms
And should she be here, then please sing my soul!
For I've been a-hollowed through time and my self...
Though now I still walk in paths much too dark
And the sun always sets too soon and too coldly
I will now yearn the sweet scented smiles
Of the one who will bring me, back to the light
God oh help me...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
My World Now Take Flight!
Now in this night I speak once again
Through streaking sighs and streaming lights
So parched and so cosy in my drab white apartment
Within so contained but the light's still not right
And as I sit still my mind now it wanders
Through flying through grace and rising post-haste
To land where the dragons still greets the wet morning
Then frolic in the plains of golden lit mountains
And through the serpentine glitter the river I sailed
That flowed so deep into the forest of magic
Where elves make songs and the unicorns they dance
And fairies a-smiling they'll greet you on wings
Its nice when you know of the things you made sweet
Now dances around you in praise and in merriment
So close now it seems my fingers and the sun
And with praises Almighty I've touched the sky
Ah, someday all these I'll write them all down
Sweet poundings of lead on the snow white plains
Not for the money, the fame or the game
Merely as footnotes of my childhood days
Until that time comes my day and my night
Apart will they be from now til the future
When at last all my muse they'd coax me to ride
And with one last sigh my world now take flight!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Through streaking sighs and streaming lights
So parched and so cosy in my drab white apartment
Within so contained but the light's still not right
And as I sit still my mind now it wanders
Through flying through grace and rising post-haste
To land where the dragons still greets the wet morning
Then frolic in the plains of golden lit mountains
And through the serpentine glitter the river I sailed
That flowed so deep into the forest of magic
Where elves make songs and the unicorns they dance
And fairies a-smiling they'll greet you on wings
Its nice when you know of the things you made sweet
Now dances around you in praise and in merriment
So close now it seems my fingers and the sun
And with praises Almighty I've touched the sky
Ah, someday all these I'll write them all down
Sweet poundings of lead on the snow white plains
Not for the money, the fame or the game
Merely as footnotes of my childhood days
Until that time comes my day and my night
Apart will they be from now til the future
When at last all my muse they'd coax me to ride
And with one last sigh my world now take flight!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
The Keys To All Kingdoms
Don't hide it, for I know you want it too
This last lost smile in the fading of the daylight sun
Scorching in the desert of everyone's heart
And travellers we are out of waters of the folly...
For indeed we are never so well or so near
But if you are of me then you know where the light is
For I am darkness in and out, with a thirst to be free
Dying deep inside to be held by the foliage
So let's not a flower or a wall to come between us now
For this mist is a farce like this life is a lie
But within I did crave, this long and winding daydream
Of the one and the only with the keys to all kingdoms
So pray that we'll lift this veil once for all
For my time has come to walk not alone
And neither will I leave without a kiss or a smile
From the one who is lost but no more losing...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
This last lost smile in the fading of the daylight sun
Scorching in the desert of everyone's heart
And travellers we are out of waters of the folly...
For indeed we are never so well or so near
But if you are of me then you know where the light is
For I am darkness in and out, with a thirst to be free
Dying deep inside to be held by the foliage
So let's not a flower or a wall to come between us now
For this mist is a farce like this life is a lie
But within I did crave, this long and winding daydream
Of the one and the only with the keys to all kingdoms
So pray that we'll lift this veil once for all
For my time has come to walk not alone
And neither will I leave without a kiss or a smile
From the one who is lost but no more losing...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
At The Crossroad of Vermilion Sunrise
Another morning begins again
As I silently trudges the half empty street of this small little town
The cool morning air keeps reminding me that yesterday was just hours ago
As cool and yet calm despite the motornoises of the day
Maybe it is fated by God that this is where I end my journey as the silent traveler
As this small little town finally caught up with me
Rendering the sky slowly from red to yellow and finally to blue
Reminding me constantly of my memories that I have wrought so well from the start
Of it many layers of dusk, of the darkest of midnight and of the slightly of morning
An of the many more layers of the sacred heartfarer's way that this life will sing for me...
And for once I'm feeling that I'm no longer afraid of letting go of my youth now
And of my past that's checkered with light and darkness at every turn at best
And wrought with so many fears and hope both false and so true at worst
For it is now over and done with under the unfurling of the white sweet sail
On the moment of this blessed day
As I sail away into the sun without fear
Without shame and without guilt
So although this street and this road may never recall me again after I've passed them by
And the life of these places may placidly again resume its course for another millennium or two
But from what I can see as I glance at the sky, far beyond all dreams and reveries
Another paved lit road lies open before me - the road of gold and lit with silver
Telling me that all that I've ever lived for all these while
And all that I've ever hoped for to come true
Arrived they have for me at last
For here and to stay and from now 'til forever...
(Thank you God, for everything!)
SAIF MINTAKA, THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR, KL
1976 - 2010
As I silently trudges the half empty street of this small little town
The cool morning air keeps reminding me that yesterday was just hours ago
As cool and yet calm despite the motornoises of the day
Maybe it is fated by God that this is where I end my journey as the silent traveler
As this small little town finally caught up with me
Rendering the sky slowly from red to yellow and finally to blue
Reminding me constantly of my memories that I have wrought so well from the start
Of it many layers of dusk, of the darkest of midnight and of the slightly of morning
An of the many more layers of the sacred heartfarer's way that this life will sing for me...
And for once I'm feeling that I'm no longer afraid of letting go of my youth now
And of my past that's checkered with light and darkness at every turn at best
And wrought with so many fears and hope both false and so true at worst
For it is now over and done with under the unfurling of the white sweet sail
On the moment of this blessed day
As I sail away into the sun without fear
Without shame and without guilt
So although this street and this road may never recall me again after I've passed them by
And the life of these places may placidly again resume its course for another millennium or two
But from what I can see as I glance at the sky, far beyond all dreams and reveries
Another paved lit road lies open before me - the road of gold and lit with silver
Telling me that all that I've ever lived for all these while
And all that I've ever hoped for to come true
Arrived they have for me at last
For here and to stay and from now 'til forever...
(Thank you God, for everything!)
SAIF MINTAKA, THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR, KL
1976 - 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Ethereal Chant for Cosmic Intervention
Araste kane pisti rostruwa tana piuh
Pistu nika piyeka rostruwa tina piuh
(Chant until one feels at peace with the universe, while keeping in mind that their help will never come in ways we would expect it. Be positive and open-minded. Their help will almost always be beautiful...)
Pistu nika piyeka rostruwa tina piuh
(Chant until one feels at peace with the universe, while keeping in mind that their help will never come in ways we would expect it. Be positive and open-minded. Their help will almost always be beautiful...)
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Hymns of A Dragon Lancer Part 2
The Faceless Enemy Intro
So true is the greatness of strife
Of bloodied intentions of morbid proportions
In fires so dire I spared my vast sight
Of wronged old sane ties in the past full of lies
Indifferent I saw these fools in this time
As they pounced and they squabbled each other till death
Oh sorrow, oh gay, I cried these black tears
For conclusions are easy yet they oh cared not!
So now no prayers shall flay on their deception
For the time is so ripe for the grey mist to fall
And to herald the rise of the damned vermilion plague
As stones they rise in place of all raindrops!
I sing the glee this dark heart of the sky
For the King now he moves in stealth and in pride
In grief and in mirth I shower you with pain
So now let the game of destruction begins!
So true is the greatness of strife
Of bloodied intentions of morbid proportions
In fires so dire I spared my vast sight
Of wronged old sane ties in the past full of lies
Indifferent I saw these fools in this time
As they pounced and they squabbled each other till death
Oh sorrow, oh gay, I cried these black tears
For conclusions are easy yet they oh cared not!
So now no prayers shall flay on their deception
For the time is so ripe for the grey mist to fall
And to herald the rise of the damned vermilion plague
As stones they rise in place of all raindrops!
I sing the glee this dark heart of the sky
For the King now he moves in stealth and in pride
In grief and in mirth I shower you with pain
So now let the game of destruction begins!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Melancholy Of A Former Dreamer
What is life useful for, to a man who's lost everything to society?
What more could bedarken his steps as he tread his own face again?
What more pieces of his heart be shredded and maimed still
By those whom he thought would welcome him here?
Pagans, alas these thoughts be named oh so true
An analogy to the faith he carries on still
Of hearken low sighs and blackened fake smiles
For the one who is lost and would still be losing
For long I had thought that I could stake claim
If only these ways were three and not two
To lose your ideals or to lose your reality
But tormented my present would that be so fair?
I rued the day I've made this damn choice
Of choosing the world instead of my world
Alas if I knew of what I know now
Then never shall I crave to be so adulted!
So now the choices are but two again
Even when my God is one and but one
I hated that number from the bottom of my heart
Thus why must it two? Why must not three???
I see no future in two of those choices
I see no resets or means to turn back
Oh dark and so gloomy I'm pained in my shell
And three twenty two I'm screaming in chains!
To go on forlorn, till rot sets me in
Or to stop and be burned, no heavens for later
No lines in between, no third or fourth options
Now tell me oh please, to whom should I plea???
Oh God why must Life be me in so festered?
Why must I be born in times oh so putrid?
Is it to my name, that I'd be a fool?
No money no wealth, no friends so buffooned?
Am I just a face, in times of the edge?
Just one piece of clothes, with box as my roof?
Huddling in groups, warming in barrels?
And just one short fuse to call it insane?
Or should I choose this, my hand my own death?
With rope or with poison, so foaming my mouth?
Or sharp piercing metal, astaked to the heart?
Then breathes my own blood, with fire my pit?
Oh cruel and so cruel, my life and my death
No wonderings where Light had lit me so far
I crave no more pity, for I know Life too well
And yearns no more veangeance, its sweetness too short
So now I am lost in swirls and in hurls
No light no more darkness could tear me apart
Until God returns this is how I will stay
Now go and get lost, before you'd become me!
What more could bedarken his steps as he tread his own face again?
What more pieces of his heart be shredded and maimed still
By those whom he thought would welcome him here?
Pagans, alas these thoughts be named oh so true
An analogy to the faith he carries on still
Of hearken low sighs and blackened fake smiles
For the one who is lost and would still be losing
For long I had thought that I could stake claim
If only these ways were three and not two
To lose your ideals or to lose your reality
But tormented my present would that be so fair?
I rued the day I've made this damn choice
Of choosing the world instead of my world
Alas if I knew of what I know now
Then never shall I crave to be so adulted!
So now the choices are but two again
Even when my God is one and but one
I hated that number from the bottom of my heart
Thus why must it two? Why must not three???
I see no future in two of those choices
I see no resets or means to turn back
Oh dark and so gloomy I'm pained in my shell
And three twenty two I'm screaming in chains!
To go on forlorn, till rot sets me in
Or to stop and be burned, no heavens for later
No lines in between, no third or fourth options
Now tell me oh please, to whom should I plea???
Oh God why must Life be me in so festered?
Why must I be born in times oh so putrid?
Is it to my name, that I'd be a fool?
No money no wealth, no friends so buffooned?
Am I just a face, in times of the edge?
Just one piece of clothes, with box as my roof?
Huddling in groups, warming in barrels?
And just one short fuse to call it insane?
Or should I choose this, my hand my own death?
With rope or with poison, so foaming my mouth?
Or sharp piercing metal, astaked to the heart?
Then breathes my own blood, with fire my pit?
Oh cruel and so cruel, my life and my death
No wonderings where Light had lit me so far
I crave no more pity, for I know Life too well
And yearns no more veangeance, its sweetness too short
So now I am lost in swirls and in hurls
No light no more darkness could tear me apart
Until God returns this is how I will stay
Now go and get lost, before you'd become me!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Just Let Me Die...And I'll Return The Favour!
Nevermore, for I to crave the feelings of the long, long past
Of the things I held so sacred, and yet they took it all away from me
For it seems that I always knew, that I was made on earth to suffer
And it seems that they always knew, on how could I be silenced!
I wondered what's my sins are, to be so oppressed like this
My dreams they turned and made them denounce me
Then threatened me sharp with a world of sufferance
Oh to what or whose God are you doing to me?
Ah, stop it, for humans are much too same!
Even to those who thinks they're down there!
I've had it with oppressions and coldness of peers
For enemies and friends, what a stupid concept!
Is it because I rarely fight back?
Or maybe my size they think me dumb?
I wonder what now this mud I've done?
Or could I have wronged a turn again?
Could maybe my acts they'd think me strange?
Or even a freak that they should kill?
Then go ahead and do it, delete me now!
For you are all GODS, heck, smite me as such!
Alas now, this be, my last of mistakes
And higher will the stakes be lit, when I waste away
So conjoined death and love of faults everyone
But neither will repay this man called the future
Nevermore, for I'm in it no more
Oh, should you we're doomed, then go save yourselves!
But never led stray these foul alacking senses
For never I asked you to bury me if dead!
But get out these knives that you stabbed on my heart
For I am never kind or weak to begin with
So let now me die, but hear me these words!
Today maybe yours, tomorrow I'll kill you!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Of the things I held so sacred, and yet they took it all away from me
For it seems that I always knew, that I was made on earth to suffer
And it seems that they always knew, on how could I be silenced!
I wondered what's my sins are, to be so oppressed like this
My dreams they turned and made them denounce me
Then threatened me sharp with a world of sufferance
Oh to what or whose God are you doing to me?
Ah, stop it, for humans are much too same!
Even to those who thinks they're down there!
I've had it with oppressions and coldness of peers
For enemies and friends, what a stupid concept!
Is it because I rarely fight back?
Or maybe my size they think me dumb?
I wonder what now this mud I've done?
Or could I have wronged a turn again?
Could maybe my acts they'd think me strange?
Or even a freak that they should kill?
Then go ahead and do it, delete me now!
For you are all GODS, heck, smite me as such!
Alas now, this be, my last of mistakes
And higher will the stakes be lit, when I waste away
So conjoined death and love of faults everyone
But neither will repay this man called the future
Nevermore, for I'm in it no more
Oh, should you we're doomed, then go save yourselves!
But never led stray these foul alacking senses
For never I asked you to bury me if dead!
But get out these knives that you stabbed on my heart
For I am never kind or weak to begin with
So let now me die, but hear me these words!
Today maybe yours, tomorrow I'll kill you!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Lullabies For The Trendy Times
Ah the sheer glowing irony of nothingness
How I praises thee from the bottom of my boots
In view of thy loaded foaming mouth of filth
Insacred as such I would spit on thy face
Oh so rotten and wretched and putrid your name
Pining forlorn I could piss and move on
If only these coils be withered all at once
And be plugged this foul stench oh so humid euphoria!
But cursed so am I these naive indentions
With malice embrace that coils beyond truths
That only be I that knew of these sins
And none would think by with cards or with hearts!
Ah the sheer glowing fate my intimate Master
Pulling and so stooping I bow to thy Dunce-ness
And dances all night long with my face full of glee
This rabid propensity that longed for dis-empathy
But showered me not mere dust on the grave
Of looted pollution delusions of grandeur
Melded chaotic as if its today
Then crashed like economy this dank mossy chapel
Ah so this is the end or this be the end
My abominations to all and nothing at once
I failed to deliver this slime off its teats
But what oh I've discovered--this black 'tis of me!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
How I praises thee from the bottom of my boots
In view of thy loaded foaming mouth of filth
Insacred as such I would spit on thy face
Oh so rotten and wretched and putrid your name
Pining forlorn I could piss and move on
If only these coils be withered all at once
And be plugged this foul stench oh so humid euphoria!
But cursed so am I these naive indentions
With malice embrace that coils beyond truths
That only be I that knew of these sins
And none would think by with cards or with hearts!
Ah the sheer glowing fate my intimate Master
Pulling and so stooping I bow to thy Dunce-ness
And dances all night long with my face full of glee
This rabid propensity that longed for dis-empathy
But showered me not mere dust on the grave
Of looted pollution delusions of grandeur
Melded chaotic as if its today
Then crashed like economy this dank mossy chapel
Ah so this is the end or this be the end
My abominations to all and nothing at once
I failed to deliver this slime off its teats
But what oh I've discovered--this black 'tis of me!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The Closing Of A Chapter Of My Life Part 1
Tonight may not be the day
Tomorrow may not be in my possession
My last goodbye, oh this may not be so feasible
But to see another day would that be too real?
For what am I living this day to day reality's for?
For I have no money to make them all float!
And I have no friends that aren't wolves in sheep's clothing!
So tell me now to whom should I be thankful for, for this past 14 years?
I know that I should have lost my sanity a long time ago but strangely I didn't
And how I've stopped wondering but always I'm in the know of all this!
And how, oh how tired I've been to know oh so obviously that nobody really cares
And how to be reminded always of the oh so cruel my world had been to my life!
Fools only have known that they are not in the known world
But strangely so friendly of the Death that they so scaredly
For what am I feeling all this at 5 o'clock in the morning for?
I have no friends honest enough to care of what I'm not caring anymore!
For I'm way beyond the point of no return this time
This old signpost I've passed but of since I've forgotten
And suicide is a mere child's play compared to the pain I've felt
And sanity is a luxury unaffordable like everything else in this damn town!
So what now do you think that I've not eaten?
The taste of fine elegy or the whip of dark poverty?
Failing to understand that there's no more hope left for me?
Or maybe that I'm actually here for a purpose after all?
Ah, just ignore the last question if you really are a hypocrite!
For I've lived the two suns and the two moons for far too long!
And life is a leech that's always latching onto me for all my juices!
And Death is no more a reprieve like a mother's dementia advising all glory!
So stop shouting these un-words to my ears for once now will you?
For I'm tired of living in tolerance of your deafening silence
I don't need your help like the dead needs any eulogy
Nor do I need a healing touch that felt like the plague!
And stop burying me with your reality for once you idiot!
For I know very well where you're leading me
And I know them very well for I taught you these things
So leave me in peace or leave me to rot
For either way I've won my damnation and you've lost your salvation
And we've both lost the will to live and let live
So now let us pray to whomever we believe or want to believe
For we are not in it for the last of the sunset
And we're not in it...for we are never here in the first place!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Tomorrow may not be in my possession
My last goodbye, oh this may not be so feasible
But to see another day would that be too real?
For what am I living this day to day reality's for?
For I have no money to make them all float!
And I have no friends that aren't wolves in sheep's clothing!
So tell me now to whom should I be thankful for, for this past 14 years?
I know that I should have lost my sanity a long time ago but strangely I didn't
And how I've stopped wondering but always I'm in the know of all this!
And how, oh how tired I've been to know oh so obviously that nobody really cares
And how to be reminded always of the oh so cruel my world had been to my life!
Fools only have known that they are not in the known world
But strangely so friendly of the Death that they so scaredly
For what am I feeling all this at 5 o'clock in the morning for?
I have no friends honest enough to care of what I'm not caring anymore!
For I'm way beyond the point of no return this time
This old signpost I've passed but of since I've forgotten
And suicide is a mere child's play compared to the pain I've felt
And sanity is a luxury unaffordable like everything else in this damn town!
So what now do you think that I've not eaten?
The taste of fine elegy or the whip of dark poverty?
Failing to understand that there's no more hope left for me?
Or maybe that I'm actually here for a purpose after all?
Ah, just ignore the last question if you really are a hypocrite!
For I've lived the two suns and the two moons for far too long!
And life is a leech that's always latching onto me for all my juices!
And Death is no more a reprieve like a mother's dementia advising all glory!
So stop shouting these un-words to my ears for once now will you?
For I'm tired of living in tolerance of your deafening silence
I don't need your help like the dead needs any eulogy
Nor do I need a healing touch that felt like the plague!
And stop burying me with your reality for once you idiot!
For I know very well where you're leading me
And I know them very well for I taught you these things
So leave me in peace or leave me to rot
For either way I've won my damnation and you've lost your salvation
And we've both lost the will to live and let live
So now let us pray to whomever we believe or want to believe
For we are not in it for the last of the sunset
And we're not in it...for we are never here in the first place!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Hymns Of A Dragon Lancer Part 1
The Story Peddlar's Dirge
Rejoice! For I rose with the Roses in the twilight
Of the time of the old when all hearts were gold
On twinkling snake eyes I fly for the summit
For a time to rest is no longer valid
And here on the road of kings and beggars
I set up my shop for a price and per hour
With not but a smile I spread my worn scrolls
For a moment of reading is a heaven to the knowing
To few I did say that a king once I tutored
From a silly little prat to the noblest of humans
And now he reigned in the grassland of the Lords
But I was and will still be, a bard of the ages
Alas! I remember a time of Great Distress
The Ofla Fever, a pestilence of the sky
A scourge so terrible, five nations gave truce
And The Kings of The Table convened at last
The First One is Green, King Leytroska his name
Guardians of the Spear, Keeper of the Woods
His palace his trees, they looked no different
The plague struck there first, Feydona is in mourning
The Fiery One beside him The Horned King Kayekrisk
Volcanoes and gold, red fortunes of Plaik
The Lord of all Magick, The Shield of First Maiden
In here was the cure, in here was the curse!
Along came Untaienesq, The Blue Count of Pisaembel
To Kayekrisk his foe, like fire and water
Their fathers they fought, and their fathers before them
Fo the Pearl of the Heavens, the ultimate of greed!
This next one is strange, Queen Neftrash The Sombre
Grey Mountains Suh-Hek, Usmekna and Haidze
She lived not on earth but afloat in between
A Mistress of Arms, Machines and Contraptions
And then came the Young One, Prince Flisbee The Eftarshq
The King of Starfarers, The Wingved Arhesht
The steppes of Prush Halli his country it sits
And here is their Hall, "The First of Ceasefires"
The Royals they sat, disgusted at first
But to think of their fate, discussions they did
No answers in sight, though cure is in reach
But as the day died, a rude shock came knocking!
Rejoice! For I rose with the Roses in the twilight
Of the time of the old when all hearts were gold
On twinkling snake eyes I fly for the summit
For a time to rest is no longer valid
And here on the road of kings and beggars
I set up my shop for a price and per hour
With not but a smile I spread my worn scrolls
For a moment of reading is a heaven to the knowing
To few I did say that a king once I tutored
From a silly little prat to the noblest of humans
And now he reigned in the grassland of the Lords
But I was and will still be, a bard of the ages
Alas! I remember a time of Great Distress
The Ofla Fever, a pestilence of the sky
A scourge so terrible, five nations gave truce
And The Kings of The Table convened at last
The First One is Green, King Leytroska his name
Guardians of the Spear, Keeper of the Woods
His palace his trees, they looked no different
The plague struck there first, Feydona is in mourning
The Fiery One beside him The Horned King Kayekrisk
Volcanoes and gold, red fortunes of Plaik
The Lord of all Magick, The Shield of First Maiden
In here was the cure, in here was the curse!
Along came Untaienesq, The Blue Count of Pisaembel
To Kayekrisk his foe, like fire and water
Their fathers they fought, and their fathers before them
Fo the Pearl of the Heavens, the ultimate of greed!
This next one is strange, Queen Neftrash The Sombre
Grey Mountains Suh-Hek, Usmekna and Haidze
She lived not on earth but afloat in between
A Mistress of Arms, Machines and Contraptions
And then came the Young One, Prince Flisbee The Eftarshq
The King of Starfarers, The Wingved Arhesht
The steppes of Prush Halli his country it sits
And here is their Hall, "The First of Ceasefires"
The Royals they sat, disgusted at first
But to think of their fate, discussions they did
No answers in sight, though cure is in reach
But as the day died, a rude shock came knocking!
Monday, May 31, 2010
Malady Of A Mad Magus
So now it's time I walk away
Of darkness and sadness as they roll into one
So pity my price as I splice life no more
Of payment much too late but never let be
And our Faith be one and strong but could be
But neither so buried of gold in the sky
Of feisty almighty of cloudy contentments
But never so sturdy be in fined understanding
Yet for what I am shedding all these tears be now for?
Tell me wherefore thy bait never flies in the bytes?
But vines in the binds never bleed in the twilight?
Why am I singing in this moonlight once again?
So be it, I'm tired of this human milady by shady
So fakey my flakey might notwithstood all woofy
Too fluffy my duffy in dining propriety?
So what if you think there's hate all around me?
So whack all you want for this madman is gone!
No fiery cowrie from pining so kindly
On tooting for looting my heart they made carcass
And maybe my God would take care of them now?
Okay, good enough to eat for now!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Of darkness and sadness as they roll into one
So pity my price as I splice life no more
Of payment much too late but never let be
And our Faith be one and strong but could be
But neither so buried of gold in the sky
Of feisty almighty of cloudy contentments
But never so sturdy be in fined understanding
Yet for what I am shedding all these tears be now for?
Tell me wherefore thy bait never flies in the bytes?
But vines in the binds never bleed in the twilight?
Why am I singing in this moonlight once again?
So be it, I'm tired of this human milady by shady
So fakey my flakey might notwithstood all woofy
Too fluffy my duffy in dining propriety?
So what if you think there's hate all around me?
So whack all you want for this madman is gone!
No fiery cowrie from pining so kindly
On tooting for looting my heart they made carcass
And maybe my God would take care of them now?
Okay, good enough to eat for now!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Something For The Pain
So where do I go from here
After what happened in the evening of desire?
Would things may not happen again as like always?
Or would I be forced to count my blessings for once?
Ah, so thus passes by another damned sigh
So yawning and pretty as Graces in the sky
Feels sweet but so true it all be this false
But failing so miserably my pain-scarred heart
Yes so thus passes another wet dreams
Of success and fame that may or may not be taken out of context again
Maybe it's so obvious that I'm living this dream out of all the wrong reasons?
Or maybe I'm the one who shouldn't be so condemning?
But, ah, whatever, wherever, and whys and wherefores
I'm not so here to condemn my bored breathers
But so be it, I say, of to die in the waiting
Or maybe, just maybe there is no maybe!
Bah, after all the reasons of pain-turned-to-gold that I could offer
None may be as so wise as to breathe on its own!
For filly so nilly this silly vanilli or something like that
Or maybe I should just shut up and enjoy the lemons for once!
Heh, as if I understood what I wrote this time...heheheh!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
After what happened in the evening of desire?
Would things may not happen again as like always?
Or would I be forced to count my blessings for once?
Ah, so thus passes by another damned sigh
So yawning and pretty as Graces in the sky
Feels sweet but so true it all be this false
But failing so miserably my pain-scarred heart
Yes so thus passes another wet dreams
Of success and fame that may or may not be taken out of context again
Maybe it's so obvious that I'm living this dream out of all the wrong reasons?
Or maybe I'm the one who shouldn't be so condemning?
But, ah, whatever, wherever, and whys and wherefores
I'm not so here to condemn my bored breathers
But so be it, I say, of to die in the waiting
Or maybe, just maybe there is no maybe!
Bah, after all the reasons of pain-turned-to-gold that I could offer
None may be as so wise as to breathe on its own!
For filly so nilly this silly vanilli or something like that
Or maybe I should just shut up and enjoy the lemons for once!
Heh, as if I understood what I wrote this time...heheheh!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Dreamer's Sigh
(Taken from my still unpublished sci-fi/fantasy novel "Echoes In The Wind Trilogy")
"Flickering candles being blown by the wind
Under the cold dawn of yesterday's skies
Wishing the great sun would come
Drenching its light to the world…
Flickering candles I held in my hands
As I stood still with cold tears in my eyes
So soft and sacred the whispers of stars
Clinging the songs of all hope
Onto the altars of peace…
Flickering candles that glowed in my face
Under the cold dawn of yesterday's skies
Wishing the great sun would come
Drenching its light to the world…
Flickering candles I held in my hands
As I stood still with cold tears in my eyes
So soft and sacred the whispers of stars
Clinging the songs of all hope
Onto the altars of peace…
Flickering candles that glowed in my face
Still as the shadows my wandering mind
Yet I still know of all hearts
Filled to the brim with the light…
Yet I still know of all hearts
Filled to the brim with the light…
Flickering candles I need it no more
When my heart opens like flowers at dawn
Riding the wind to the rainbow of morn
As I recite all my love
An ode to the days in the sun…
As I recite all my love
An ode to the days in the sun…
Flickering candles my heart and my soul
Under the cold dawn my fears be no more
Then the great sun starts to rise
Shining the path to the skies…"
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR
2001
Shining the path to the skies…"
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR
2001
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Alone In The City 2: Under The Vermillion Streetlights
Nothing much there is to begin the telling
Of how things have not seen enough of changes since I got here
But here, and now, there is emptiness alas
As empty as I stare at these unforgiving streetlights
So bright yet so lifeless, so flooding yet so tearful
As easygoing winds flicker in and out through my consciousness
As I am one, but am I worth it to be alone?
Please, amass no more of your anxiety!
Bury them now someplace else far, far away and then leave this place!
I heard someone said
For there is no peace for you here if you keep on lingering
As heydays of your life now they came and went
And paydays are long, much too long away for you to wait for it here
As if you deserves the wait of this magnitude!
But leave not as a warrior who ran off the battlefield, another voice said
But leave just as graceful as a firefly under this unsympathetic streetlight
For we know that you are lonely, but not as lonely as to torture your life like this!
Please, for you already know how to go back home from here
Towards home that you may never knew how to go back to without the grace of God!
Leave, leave I say, and leave this cold town and never ever turn back
For there is enough of tears of people like you to have come and gone from this place
Much more than enough to paint the sky's face black with sadness
For here is not the place to mourn and bury your dreams
But rather a place to abandon all hope and live like a robot!
This is not the place for you my friend!
Your place is up there in the sky! Not of the earth!
Please, please no one else now
But poisoning yourself at the same time!
You are still left none by the ones who understood
What's in your own soul!
So please live like a light on a row full of darkness
For your motives are well understood by the ones
Who watches you from the sky above
Let not anyone stand in your way again my skysent love
For we are hear for you, and we are here for you!
Farewell...for now
THE GREAT SPIRITS
KL
2010
Of how things have not seen enough of changes since I got here
But here, and now, there is emptiness alas
As empty as I stare at these unforgiving streetlights
So bright yet so lifeless, so flooding yet so tearful
As easygoing winds flicker in and out through my consciousness
As I am one, but am I worth it to be alone?
Please, amass no more of your anxiety!
Bury them now someplace else far, far away and then leave this place!
I heard someone said
For there is no peace for you here if you keep on lingering
As heydays of your life now they came and went
And paydays are long, much too long away for you to wait for it here
As if you deserves the wait of this magnitude!
But leave not as a warrior who ran off the battlefield, another voice said
But leave just as graceful as a firefly under this unsympathetic streetlight
For we know that you are lonely, but not as lonely as to torture your life like this!
Please, for you already know how to go back home from here
Towards home that you may never knew how to go back to without the grace of God!
Leave, leave I say, and leave this cold town and never ever turn back
For there is enough of tears of people like you to have come and gone from this place
Much more than enough to paint the sky's face black with sadness
For here is not the place to mourn and bury your dreams
But rather a place to abandon all hope and live like a robot!
This is not the place for you my friend!
Your place is up there in the sky! Not of the earth!
Please, please no one else now
But poisoning yourself at the same time!
You are still left none by the ones who understood
What's in your own soul!
So please live like a light on a row full of darkness
For your motives are well understood by the ones
Who watches you from the sky above
Let not anyone stand in your way again my skysent love
For we are hear for you, and we are here for you!
Farewell...for now
THE GREAT SPIRITS
KL
2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Laments Of A Divine Servant
What are these specks of the light I am seeing?
Is it of God? Is it of Life?
Am I really there at last?
Or is it too late for me to discover
The secrets of one's heart?
Ah, truly are the Miracles of God never cease to amaze me
As I am just a fleck of dust in His Divine of Eyes
And whatever and wherever He'd want of me
Then I'd go all out just to appease Him!
And this I shall, for He is my destiny
The One I'm from, and The One I'll return to...
For this is of me, and this is of Him
And whatever that comes my way
I'll know that they're from Him...
Yep, no doubt about that!
Heheheh...no, I mean it...
The End.
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Is it of God? Is it of Life?
Am I really there at last?
Or is it too late for me to discover
The secrets of one's heart?
Ah, truly are the Miracles of God never cease to amaze me
As I am just a fleck of dust in His Divine of Eyes
And whatever and wherever He'd want of me
Then I'd go all out just to appease Him!
And this I shall, for He is my destiny
The One I'm from, and The One I'll return to...
For this is of me, and this is of Him
And whatever that comes my way
I'll know that they're from Him...
Yep, no doubt about that!
Heheheh...no, I mean it...
The End.
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Princess Lunar Shadow
(Translated from my band HALUN's future hit song from our debut LP "Via Nex, Via Dolere, Via Tenebrae", the song entitled PUTERI LINDUNGAN BULAN)
Ages passed...
When light of day had flickered out its last
And deviations they came ripping through
Screaming shameful acts eternally...
I heard, The Enemy, decreed
The words, they're glowing like thunder
In heat of lust, this hellish ambition
It smothered the grace of my Lady
Bodies so lifeless
The remnants of glory...
To what ends do all fortune leads?
When all her days...were cursed and morbid...
You say her sins atoned...?
Then hear her weep, O heartless One!
My beauty; my Princess Lunar Shadow
Hate is a Warrior, the strongest of saviours
'Tis pagan misconception, your blatant insurrection
That clawed through the darkness, as I summoned thee
Satan you Bastard!
Save the Princess...
See thy world, bathed in all decadence
It summoned the lost spirit, the Rapture of all heathens
In shame ye Humans, evil through and through
Now take off and savour, the glimpses of thy future!
Tearful on the throne
The dew of nightfall bled onto the land
This sombre face with soul so lost and dead
My Mistress came to taste the dark again...
Ages passed..
When light of day had flickered out its last
And deviations they came ripping through
Screaming shameful acts eternally...
Ages passed...
When light of day had flickered out its last
And deviations they came ripping through
Screaming shameful acts eternally...
I heard, The Enemy, decreed
The words, they're glowing like thunder
In heat of lust, this hellish ambition
It smothered the grace of my Lady
Bodies so lifeless
The remnants of glory...
To what ends do all fortune leads?
When all her days...were cursed and morbid...
You say her sins atoned...?
Then hear her weep, O heartless One!
My beauty; my Princess Lunar Shadow
Hate is a Warrior, the strongest of saviours
'Tis pagan misconception, your blatant insurrection
That clawed through the darkness, as I summoned thee
Satan you Bastard!
Save the Princess...
See thy world, bathed in all decadence
It summoned the lost spirit, the Rapture of all heathens
In shame ye Humans, evil through and through
Now take off and savour, the glimpses of thy future!
Tearful on the throne
The dew of nightfall bled onto the land
This sombre face with soul so lost and dead
My Mistress came to taste the dark again...
Ages passed..
When light of day had flickered out its last
And deviations they came ripping through
Screaming shameful acts eternally...
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Rise of a Misanthropic Mad Preacher
I'm so tired of all these things Dear God
For it seems that with everything that I do everyday
It always comes with detractors front rear and centre
And always goes with successes at my life's expense!
So what is it that a Lightworker supposed to do?
Where would he turn to when everyone else turns away?
Sometimes I feel that my home is in some other earths
Sometimes I feel that my life is a joke!
All in all I find my ways are too alien to the rest of the world
The way I see things, views on my peers, my conducts in Real Life
They would always think it's so strange be they blatant or secretive
And never did I miss, the notion around me, that I never should have existed!
Yes, I tried to fight back once, and tried to fit in next
But whatever I did is just a boring yarn to me
I felt like, whether I lived and survived, or crashed and burned in the end
Nothing is going to make much of a difference in this world-or to mine!
Now what do You believe this world has
That they don't want me to have Dear God?
Why is it so hard to begin with, to begin the beginning itself?
Or whether would I be so sane enough in the end
To see its ending right at the point of where it should end?
Who do You believe could help me, other than beings only I can see?
Oh, if only I was given access to all the nuclear weapons in this world
Then I would know exactly what to do with them!
Why is it so much of a fuss, to live with the very scums everyday
That I was born to protect them yet they'd sabotage me without them knowing it?
I mean why should I help those who try to cut me down???!!!
Why can't I just blow them all up???!!!
I hate people!!!
I really hate, hate, HATE PEOPLE!!!!
There, enough said.
For it seems that with everything that I do everyday
It always comes with detractors front rear and centre
And always goes with successes at my life's expense!
So what is it that a Lightworker supposed to do?
Where would he turn to when everyone else turns away?
Sometimes I feel that my home is in some other earths
Sometimes I feel that my life is a joke!
All in all I find my ways are too alien to the rest of the world
The way I see things, views on my peers, my conducts in Real Life
They would always think it's so strange be they blatant or secretive
And never did I miss, the notion around me, that I never should have existed!
Yes, I tried to fight back once, and tried to fit in next
But whatever I did is just a boring yarn to me
I felt like, whether I lived and survived, or crashed and burned in the end
Nothing is going to make much of a difference in this world-or to mine!
Now what do You believe this world has
That they don't want me to have Dear God?
Why is it so hard to begin with, to begin the beginning itself?
Or whether would I be so sane enough in the end
To see its ending right at the point of where it should end?
Who do You believe could help me, other than beings only I can see?
Oh, if only I was given access to all the nuclear weapons in this world
Then I would know exactly what to do with them!
Why is it so much of a fuss, to live with the very scums everyday
That I was born to protect them yet they'd sabotage me without them knowing it?
I mean why should I help those who try to cut me down???!!!
Why can't I just blow them all up???!!!
I hate people!!!
I really hate, hate, HATE PEOPLE!!!!
There, enough said.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Deja Vu For A Novice Sufi
Peaceful
Is the darkness of this silent night
Of the tinkling of keyboard this tired scribe
And of the helplessness he felt when all is awry...
Painful
Are the fears of yet another day
Of yet another dry wall for his weary head to hit at
And for yet another discourse with the deaf dumb and blind...
Grateful
Is for the God above that he never once met
But the One whom this jerk still vouch for his existence
Strongly as if they've met everyday...
Silent
Is his heart when he hears the beats of the future
For always he knows what's sorrow and what is regret
Even if no one ever listens to him...
Empty
Is the notion he gets as a payment of toils
And cold is the air when he types his heart still
Looking for angels that may or may not come...
Hopeful
Is the feeling that never needs repolishing
As the silent or the silenced still writes what he feels
And still his eyes would see the sky black, red and orange!
Tired
Is his soul that screams for bliss and enlightenment
After five-times-a-day for as long as he can remember
Yet no one would tell him, how near or how far...
For never is God The One But A Name
And never is God so near yet so far
And never would He listens but only just listen
For the one in-the-know he already knew
That now this writer he goes to bed!
Heheheheh....
Salam Alaikum and Good Night.
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Is the darkness of this silent night
Of the tinkling of keyboard this tired scribe
And of the helplessness he felt when all is awry...
Painful
Are the fears of yet another day
Of yet another dry wall for his weary head to hit at
And for yet another discourse with the deaf dumb and blind...
Grateful
Is for the God above that he never once met
But the One whom this jerk still vouch for his existence
Strongly as if they've met everyday...
Silent
Is his heart when he hears the beats of the future
For always he knows what's sorrow and what is regret
Even if no one ever listens to him...
Empty
Is the notion he gets as a payment of toils
And cold is the air when he types his heart still
Looking for angels that may or may not come...
Hopeful
Is the feeling that never needs repolishing
As the silent or the silenced still writes what he feels
And still his eyes would see the sky black, red and orange!
Tired
Is his soul that screams for bliss and enlightenment
After five-times-a-day for as long as he can remember
Yet no one would tell him, how near or how far...
For never is God The One But A Name
And never is God so near yet so far
And never would He listens but only just listen
For the one in-the-know he already knew
That now this writer he goes to bed!
Heheheheh....
Salam Alaikum and Good Night.
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Life Fools (Party On!)
(Dedicated to all the "clueless" women with unborn illegitimate child in them, hoping to get away with it... Oh! And also to all the "repeat offenders" if you know what I mean... heheheh!)
Mercy me, for I am but me
For the days that I've wandered I've gathered no moss
For the light so pure is why I endure
These rampant cynicism I called Reality
Forsooth, but uncouth, are the lies that I've seen
And so vague are the fakes when they travel in mirth
But no one could know, of the things that I knew
When the babies they've birthed they've sent to the trash...
So now who thinks they are right from the start?
Aren't we all guilty of the same uncut sin?
So how do you feel you're normal while I'm not?
Isn't our faith the one we should treasure?
Mercy me, for you all are not Gods!
Mere distractions so trivial and yet they called LIFE
I wonder how long would they take to discover
That they're all but FOOLS just lost all salvations!
Ha, and to think that it all came out from me
Oh how I should wonder why I did bother
To tell all I've known to but my own kind
Of the girls in college and the boys in rehabs
(But neither are smarter when it comes to the future! Heheheh...)
Yes, for we are the life of the party
But the party's not starting 'til we burn "Dewan Rakyat"
When twenty-to-one is not a sick joke
And of why do all bastards turned out to be male?
Oh baby I wonder should we be reborn?
So that they'll know of the pain that you felt?
Why sex has to be a plaything not sin?
And why do I bother to ramble of it???
Oh baby have mercy, for they did not know
For condoms are protection and not sweet balloons
Oh baby forgive them, your mother and father
The childish dickhead and the pious whore!
Rejoice, o great parents, for your kids have made stains!
When Islam you've preached they've shoved out their ass!
I mean who needs God when you can have pussies?
When the girls are okay, then He'd understand, right?
Ha, and to think that right now I have gone this far
Yet no one would care or munch on my words!
And now I have come to the end of my nonsense
So go, have your fun, I'll see you in Hell...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Mercy me, for I am but me
For the days that I've wandered I've gathered no moss
For the light so pure is why I endure
These rampant cynicism I called Reality
Forsooth, but uncouth, are the lies that I've seen
And so vague are the fakes when they travel in mirth
But no one could know, of the things that I knew
When the babies they've birthed they've sent to the trash...
So now who thinks they are right from the start?
Aren't we all guilty of the same uncut sin?
So how do you feel you're normal while I'm not?
Isn't our faith the one we should treasure?
Mercy me, for you all are not Gods!
Mere distractions so trivial and yet they called LIFE
I wonder how long would they take to discover
That they're all but FOOLS just lost all salvations!
Ha, and to think that it all came out from me
Oh how I should wonder why I did bother
To tell all I've known to but my own kind
Of the girls in college and the boys in rehabs
(But neither are smarter when it comes to the future! Heheheh...)
Yes, for we are the life of the party
But the party's not starting 'til we burn "Dewan Rakyat"
When twenty-to-one is not a sick joke
And of why do all bastards turned out to be male?
Oh baby I wonder should we be reborn?
So that they'll know of the pain that you felt?
Why sex has to be a plaything not sin?
And why do I bother to ramble of it???
Oh baby have mercy, for they did not know
For condoms are protection and not sweet balloons
Oh baby forgive them, your mother and father
The childish dickhead and the pious whore!
Rejoice, o great parents, for your kids have made stains!
When Islam you've preached they've shoved out their ass!
I mean who needs God when you can have pussies?
When the girls are okay, then He'd understand, right?
Ha, and to think that right now I have gone this far
Yet no one would care or munch on my words!
And now I have come to the end of my nonsense
So go, have your fun, I'll see you in Hell...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Dialogue of Spirits
Satan as he looked upon the dawning sun
Glancing of glory and the light of the world
Caressing the fact that he has work to do
A task so sacred he never once shirked...
Satan as he looked upon the glowing light
And how would it look like if he had it his way
For many once a cross and a star he'd given
And many now a human so foolishly embraced them!
Satan as he sneered at the sight of me
The one that Time had sworn not to touch him
Knowing not if I his friend or his foe
But rather a shadow he'd rather not live with...
Satan as we glanced at the festering earth
With each one with thoughts and jobs to fulfil
And each just a whisper to the ignorant many
Living on the edge they could hardly see...
Satan as he said, "To hell with your kind!"
And I said, "For what do you think I would?"
"For neither of us can see what's in store,"
"And this could be heaven or this could be naught."
Satan as he said, "Do not be too sure,"
"For there's never a foe that I could lose at!"
"Though maybe you're free from Time and from Space,"
"But don't you forget we both had a start!"
Satan to him I said, "That is true,"
"But never you'd know the time you would die,"
"I know very well you stand in the darkness,"
"But isn't the future not yet in the light?"
Satan he smiled and said, "Come on now,"
"You know who I am, I know who you are,"
"To most you and I and God are the same,"
"Mere relics of a past not worth their safekeeping!"
Satan I sighed and said, "But alas,"
"For faiths are but burdens bereft of all money,"
"And prayers are weak like magick are fake,"
"And Logic it seems, their newfound Scripture!"
Satan he said, "Let's watch this together,"
"This blasphemous play with acts Damnation,"
"Let's revel at these fools as they squirm in their slime,"
"And still they won't know what's up and what's down!"
Satan and I we shared one big sigh
Then left from this world to where he is welcomed
We left not as foes but certainly not friends
But merely as fantasies, or so said society...
Satan as he left from the dying noon
Leaving me wondering the state of humanity
Of the slime in their hearts, disbelieving and clueless
Or maybe if God has really forsaken them?
Satan and I two icons of old
Of once in the hearts and minds of the true
Now buried in dust, so lost and forgotten
And salvation is now, eclipsed by science!
THE SILENT TRAVELER
KL
2010
Glancing of glory and the light of the world
Caressing the fact that he has work to do
A task so sacred he never once shirked...
Satan as he looked upon the glowing light
And how would it look like if he had it his way
For many once a cross and a star he'd given
And many now a human so foolishly embraced them!
Satan as he sneered at the sight of me
The one that Time had sworn not to touch him
Knowing not if I his friend or his foe
But rather a shadow he'd rather not live with...
Satan as we glanced at the festering earth
With each one with thoughts and jobs to fulfil
And each just a whisper to the ignorant many
Living on the edge they could hardly see...
Satan as he said, "To hell with your kind!"
And I said, "For what do you think I would?"
"For neither of us can see what's in store,"
"And this could be heaven or this could be naught."
Satan as he said, "Do not be too sure,"
"For there's never a foe that I could lose at!"
"Though maybe you're free from Time and from Space,"
"But don't you forget we both had a start!"
Satan to him I said, "That is true,"
"But never you'd know the time you would die,"
"I know very well you stand in the darkness,"
"But isn't the future not yet in the light?"
Satan he smiled and said, "Come on now,"
"You know who I am, I know who you are,"
"To most you and I and God are the same,"
"Mere relics of a past not worth their safekeeping!"
Satan I sighed and said, "But alas,"
"For faiths are but burdens bereft of all money,"
"And prayers are weak like magick are fake,"
"And Logic it seems, their newfound Scripture!"
Satan he said, "Let's watch this together,"
"This blasphemous play with acts Damnation,"
"Let's revel at these fools as they squirm in their slime,"
"And still they won't know what's up and what's down!"
Satan and I we shared one big sigh
Then left from this world to where he is welcomed
We left not as foes but certainly not friends
But merely as fantasies, or so said society...
Satan as he left from the dying noon
Leaving me wondering the state of humanity
Of the slime in their hearts, disbelieving and clueless
Or maybe if God has really forsaken them?
Satan and I two icons of old
Of once in the hearts and minds of the true
Now buried in dust, so lost and forgotten
And salvation is now, eclipsed by science!
THE SILENT TRAVELER
KL
2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Runic Poem for A Magick Wand
Perth, Laguz, Sowelu, Dagaz
Inguz and Gebo the joy of all hearts
Teiwaz to Berkana the cycle of man
And Jera is all under one lone Algiz
And the Pot of Water is covered by the sun
Drenching the day with great fertility
A gift for the struggle that ignites the seasons
As the One Above Them bestows me with strength
And the Womb of Life is the liquid of light
That give all days all peace and prosperity
That softens all conflict but strengthtens our fire
By The One whose certainty is all but unchallenged
So this is my journey, through all in Creation
The seeker of Life and all its meanings
Knowing that my will is as strong as the centuries
Yet to Him still I owe all that I have...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Inguz and Gebo the joy of all hearts
Teiwaz to Berkana the cycle of man
And Jera is all under one lone Algiz
And the Pot of Water is covered by the sun
Drenching the day with great fertility
A gift for the struggle that ignites the seasons
As the One Above Them bestows me with strength
And the Womb of Life is the liquid of light
That give all days all peace and prosperity
That softens all conflict but strengthtens our fire
By The One whose certainty is all but unchallenged
So this is my journey, through all in Creation
The seeker of Life and all its meanings
Knowing that my will is as strong as the centuries
Yet to Him still I owe all that I have...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Of Pain and Time
So fine is the wind, that blows from the west
From the life that I used to hold in behest
But poisoned I feel those breeze I inhaled
For the past is now no longer my comfort...
So pretty to think, of those grey-gone days
But cold then my heart, of the sad, shut truths
For the life of gold that I used to know
They now be deadweights tugging my brows...
So long ago it seems these sweet, sweet scents
They coloured my mornings and cradled my twilights
Of made-up nostalgia in the house of all pain
And how I still wonder--what really happened back there?
But alas I know, these too would be forgotten
As the wheels of time rotates the hypocrisy
For the souls in torment they never be truths
Preferring instead these dark discipled auras...
But for what shall I spare the minds of my readers?
They'll never betray the secrets of their hearts!
And none shall decide to derail their own sin
Just so the healing can begin for once?
And yes, now alas, I've concluded this nonsense
For the shadows are strong, too strong for my dirge
And the gates of all pardons, they've lost all their purpose
As I swung back inside, these circles of the dead...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
20th March 2010
From the life that I used to hold in behest
But poisoned I feel those breeze I inhaled
For the past is now no longer my comfort...
So pretty to think, of those grey-gone days
But cold then my heart, of the sad, shut truths
For the life of gold that I used to know
They now be deadweights tugging my brows...
So long ago it seems these sweet, sweet scents
They coloured my mornings and cradled my twilights
Of made-up nostalgia in the house of all pain
And how I still wonder--what really happened back there?
But alas I know, these too would be forgotten
As the wheels of time rotates the hypocrisy
For the souls in torment they never be truths
Preferring instead these dark discipled auras...
But for what shall I spare the minds of my readers?
They'll never betray the secrets of their hearts!
And none shall decide to derail their own sin
Just so the healing can begin for once?
And yes, now alas, I've concluded this nonsense
For the shadows are strong, too strong for my dirge
And the gates of all pardons, they've lost all their purpose
As I swung back inside, these circles of the dead...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
20th March 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Musings of Light Everblack
Sing to me now, O blood and fire
Sing and praises to the One who Creates
For He is our origin and He is our destiny
And He is our Master from here to eternity
Sing to me now, O blood and fire
For faith and peace now out the window
And merry a heart whose beatings are still
For death is a certainty that we still dread
Sing to me now, for I am so worthy
Of placing my faith behind my lust
And forever be enchanted the tales of blasphemy
From the one whose soul he stained infamy
Sing to me now, O blood and fire
For my time in this world is no longer valid
But a lot I feel of joy and contentment
For now this damn world it dies with me!!!
Heheheheh...
THE SILENCED MINSTREL
KL
2010
Sing and praises to the One who Creates
For He is our origin and He is our destiny
And He is our Master from here to eternity
Sing to me now, O blood and fire
For faith and peace now out the window
And merry a heart whose beatings are still
For death is a certainty that we still dread
Sing to me now, for I am so worthy
Of placing my faith behind my lust
And forever be enchanted the tales of blasphemy
From the one whose soul he stained infamy
Sing to me now, O blood and fire
For my time in this world is no longer valid
But a lot I feel of joy and contentment
For now this damn world it dies with me!!!
Heheheheh...
THE SILENCED MINSTREL
KL
2010
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