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
Thursday, March 25, 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
Labels:
anger management,
coming clean,
curiosity,
music,
nostalgia,
psycoanalysis,
society
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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