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

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

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

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