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!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
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!
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