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.

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

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

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