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
Thursday, September 23, 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
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