The End Of Another Black Year

Like the fire from those who once were, I now float on the stream of time reversed
See the silent winter's scorn, for the shame of the past and the future it comes
Now no more will I taste the sunrise gold, for the darknesss and me be one the same
And the light of the youth so barely gleaned, deep in mind I seek but alas in vain

So forgive me not for I am no more, so beyond all signs, salvations lost
See the silenced minstrels of tears, they now danced bedewed upon this grave
But for me no signs divine or bright, to so beckons this me into the light
Since I've killed this quiet whimper of fools, for the loss of life no more of care

Now I brave the days of endless pain, no more dirges so human within my heart
Weak the fire that burns my soul, for the price so black, undying sins!
Now who'll pay for me this blood and lust, so deceived was I unto this life
Killed and gone all vestiges, my humanity's wiped for endless nights!

'Tis now late as I gazed upon the moon, so enshrouded all clouds like reddish slime
And the winds now burning black as sin, for this life I am gone beyond all hopes
Now do not be hearing laments of me, for no pardons or smiles befit this undead
A demon wrapped in human face, and my craving of blood, my fall from grace!

So be part us now, no decades would sing, and do not, I beg, to hope we'd meet
For no mirth or joy would come for us soon, but mere love so dark, infernal at best
I'd dispose forever this feel for you, though your heart still beats to such a beast
Hasten now back to the light, my love, and leave me the end of another black year

SILENCED MINSTREL
KL
2011

All That's So Knowing

Here it comes again the gloom and the terror, oh rapture of heathens I dance a madrigal undone
So bleeding and in anguish undaunted for all that is timed and that are wont to be but slain by thy truly
To meet this maker of all great harmony beyond all darkness and hope, the silent master of un-Destiny
For me and for these formless knights of downed causes and twisted minds, so long my lust for a mountain of gold!

To write out all wrong this sullen rhymes could they be such fakes? Or maybe all cakes for all seasons could not they make pleasings?
The silent spirits of lost and so vengeful these woods I did travel they would speak unto me of past travesties, foreign in all tongues but strangely so near
Or maybe not all that is dead can go back to life and lift but all swords again? If that so then so be it, for none may survive this wintered dead faiths!
To wring out the weak from fabrics appalling, or could they may not be such undeath after all? For all that is snowing would no one be so knowing what price this future when bells they'd be rung?

Oh no I'm just one, a silenced minstrel, that sings with no tongue but danced all dread tidings
So wonder no more when mists they'd be parting, for that's where red terrors they'd be so amassing!
For this untold reason I'd wend on more lands, for piety and infamy these songs I'd so sing
But never you'd ask me for whence I did part, for no sorrow or valour could save the sane, and all that's so knowing!

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011

My Forever Musings

Istania Lyraec, for all that is good, Visposina Bilaes, for all that is bad
To win the whims of the untouched, the innocent, the late of all bloomers
That blooms in the midst of the whitest snow, of all that is gone and all that is still
For me this downed soul, inflamed by this ember, the remnant of old--the secret fire!

An eye for one, a heart for all, this thirst I but quenched, now grows to a smile
For this red blessed eve, no phantoms so bothered, alas on this cliff, of life never-ending
And thus in this quest I did seek the blue, the star in my hands, the Celestial Sapphire
For the secret of all secrets, in peace and in conflict, o play me for a fool no more and forever!

Woe, for Ispipinia I lay all sweetness for a kiss on her lips, and thus it seals my fate in darkness
But behold Qis Imfania, Lady of the Sun, sister of the shadowed, her touch unshackles me to last many dawns
To wander again in a daze, for my quest in nature and nurture I would deflower myself or defile me at will?
For this inspiral carpet I place my bet a pile of king's ransom, to lose but to win, to play but to live!

And thus this cycle I preserved for the price of all sanity, my body so wasted but the soul wanders on
For this great Earth I bide my un-time, an ageless of merry but never so wary, to sing and dance till doomsday it comes
So great is the sunrise so cold is the dawn, in wintery of times I toil in my midnight, of wishes fulfilled and fears so banished
But never to find another me path, for this my great journey this my great rite, to me and for me for the world to decide my forever musings...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011

My Princess Of Souls

Breathtaking, for all the slain indiscretion I am here and out of nowhere once again
Believing in believing deceived I have not, but just for a whim or a mere touch of fondness
So cradled in despair this star-riddled eyes they vanished dyed hopes like sultan of desires
Too meek but not weak I still seek the kiss and the touch of smiles for a gold forlorn
In tons of dust that bleeds in bliss I'm travelling still for the face snow white

To blame of late there's none but so truly, that this fire so scarlet my passion for night sky
For where would it be a bright blood moon would I feel so swoon to make for me a bed of roses?
For erst or ephemeral I know 'tis mundane, but to time on our dances then maybe so
This farce could be blessed but not so still would merry be jerry that carries my apathy?

Then grave be undug this wild red passion, for us to believe that the sky be a fearing
A domain to spread our diamonds of relief or catharsis be a-starting this dance of a lifetime?
That never be undone this surreal feel of a feeling, for the one so praised but never be named
This last grey song of passive mutandis, be a-seeking now thee my princess of souls!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

The Life Of This Moment

So now I travel again on wings and a prayer
To reap the harvest of years long past
To me now unto this the blackness of seasons
For ways of the world I sold my heart to all that has left

Feel free to indulge for when the seas turn to meadows
For the stars are now dancing the winds of the morrow
To arrive at this meet the sighing worn traveler
He'll come to the soon with pearls and black velvets

To pine now no more undone all our tears and hatred swept off
To peaks of white shadows will this swan be off to--a flight of much fancy
But for all the forlorn and the tolling of bells the daffoddils aglow afloat in night sky
Where now would one be when all the sunsets had converged since for dawn?

Till bright be November when sunrise greets sugar
I'll bring one more pail for silver bright raindrops
To eat this red candy when the mountain bathes yellow
But too much of a good thing my graveyards now be golden?

And so comes again the riders of dew
To smile in wet mornings when life sings me true
Is this not the end or the sighs may rush through?
Towards this white pathways the skies I shall carry?

But now this bright golden the boys of the grass
They'd play us a song to make us sweet memories
For this is the one who's lost but since found
Unfurled but not fearing the life of this moment...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

The End Of This Me

So now in the end, when the days begin to get colder and darker, oh grey late October
Where are you now my friend, when I need you the most in this moment of prayers?
For gone are the days of brightly smiling skies, when clouds are but candies and winds cracking jokes
And rain were just tears of joy for renewing gildness, where we planted our hopes in fields oh so green

But here in my room of gloom and much coldness, bereft of all light but the ones on the floor
I would gaze at the screen so white and so glowing for buttons of black, tinkling the last of the midnight away
Fading so helplessly into oblivion as if this Life now be an undead mistake, rotting alive but breathing still
Withholding my tears as if some drops might still they form again, yet in truth I'm beyond all remorse!

Could there be a door so golden as to take me back to the crossroad's beginning?
Or perhaps I'm just waiting for the end to come ring my bells, in bared and in dread?
Or maybe there'd be third and a better way, do please tell me now; for this to let loose?
Of a sliver of rays for me to throw out my garbage, my sins and regrets all rolled into one?

Alas, only you can I trust for bursting the knowledge, when friendly we are but youth is so short
But where are you now, when the winds greet me cold, forever in grief for natures mismatched?
Could I may it be, a wanderer too deep, too lost and too alien, not right for this world?
Or shall I but bleed to know I'm alive, and all these are just mere phases of wisdom?

Too many a time now, that I did express, this rigid northward paths be not right for me still
But why am I here, when the light now did flicker, in time for the twilight to cast me in darkness?
Too much is it not, that I'd ask for just freedom, but what is this now, that I'm now but facing
Is it just a while, or my hearse's final nail, of which I did hear, the hammering of so often?

I remember did once, but now its all gone, traded did I then for the life in the flesh
No memory of the past, the future now bleeds, to tame all my will, like horses in wheels
This flame must glow still, for me to walk on, no light at the end, this night could be long
But just for a smile, for you my dear friend, enough be for me, but never you're near!

So grey now my keyboard, for morning of desires, just words for my lull, but never it comes
This magic of moments, for you and for me, oh cruel much this fate, but that was no stranger
For the kid within me, he did cry no more, and prayers are but comforts, for those who is lost
And so I must leave, to face more black walls, but never I'd forget, for this may not be

The end of my misery
The end of this me...

October Of Nothing

So now we arrive in the red blood month of October past, but to much of this me I have none but contempt
Too stark to wreak much havoc I spare the parts of years to come, starting backwards at best all the way
But maybe a bit of a prayer is all that we need to start the day when all is gone and buried but not mourned
Stripped bare of all glitter and unnecessary hypocrisy these mean, mean girls of all summer I hear them all drowned!

And now I am here sifting the sky again, plainly as if my punishment for existing, for more info please contact God
Tired am I still of being in a pomp of ridicule, too special as if nobody allowed me to talk like I'm the only one born oh-so-stupid!
And so I let them speak in silence like my voice is too special to be heard, but so god-damn what of what their blasted hearts contained for real?
For if you chose to act like oh-so-much of an Alpha Male then I wish you good luck in your chosen way based on your ever-so-smartypants intelligence!

God, how am I to deal with those who is too much of a coward to leave but continue to piss me off as if they're god?
So now who is the gentleman and who is the childish bastard here in this unhallowed co-habitation; oh pray tell O You The All-Knowing-All-Wise?
For none  may be so reviled as the one who thinks he's so far better than the rest but he's actually far less dignified than a pile of shit
So now my poem comes to an end before I let somebody's head roll off his shoulder real soon...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

My Little Black Butterfly

Oh my little black butterfly, dance for me please in this hour of madness
For where did have all gone the pleasures in the world when I grieve at your absence
Through woes of treachery this damned humanity, and their blatant ignorance our deepened love
So true are all beauty when you once did smile, a mere fleeting solace in darkness enthroned

So now I am lost in the wake of this dawn, for all of my life a dream but in tears
I pray one more night to be in your arms, my wilting spirit, the lady past gone
To watch you in rapture, the song of all merriment, we'd dance for all time as if there's no morrow
Then kiss and embrace, we'd fall on each other, so much of true pleasure like futures engraved!

I treasure your innocence, like the child of the sun, all smiles aplenty and laughters abound
No emptiness remained when you call out for me, so warm and tender your touch on my lips
I'd tread all damned valleys for a chance to hold you, like mosses on tombstones we'd never so part!
For no light or no darkness shall vie for our ending, the feelings we've had for all long time since!

But damned all be chaos; the robe covered men, with metals and waters, they made us so part
In names of false gods they dragged me in chains, then burnt you so festive alive and in pain!
I dropped all my idols when the last you did scream, as fires now charred your weeping sweet eyes
No more of my labels, for gods I once served, now goes to the dogs, to hell with your faith!

And now this proud me no longer in peace, for love and much hatred I've left all to death
To wander alone, in cities and forests, to seek but so always, your beauty white face
A hermit of loathing, a peasant of nothing, or so they might say, but what do I care
For even till now, they'd stop me from coming, to gather your ashes--a monster abolished!

Oh tears are for you my little black butterfly, forever in mourning, my days are but gone
To wilt on for you, no flowers no songs, not even a stone to be in your name, my love eternal...
So when I see rain, I know you'll be there, in mirth and so merry, beyond all suffering
And soon I will come, to hold you again, so wait for me please, and don't you let go!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

Musings Of A Vampire

Ah the sweet, sweet life of a bloodless sigh, treat me to a sight far better than insanity
For this is of me forever so lost, eternally lusting for the warm red fluid, my darkly nourishment
And long have I tasted the hope of tomorrow, for dark were my days from here til forever
Bereft of smiles or even a prayer, a pestilence in the walk of perpetual damnation, magnified!

So now this dark rainy of afternoon of gloom, it since had become my playground of stares
For no more shall I to die when he did touch me cold, to commence this damned walk, this ungodly ordeal
And indeed it all stemmed from whence I did say, to me but this world and the rest now be damned
But now who is damned for my cravings eternal, to die not again but the price I did pay?

Ah so much forlorn from where I did stare, the setting of sun the twilight of nothing
For where are my joy when the sun I did stood, now darkness is all that is left of this me
An effigy of regret enshrouds in flames, but hell will I pay if this blood I don't taste!
Too much to remember for the years were the same, to crave one thing but to get another!

Oh tears from my eyes but to me such wasted, for no more will I rue the day my dark pact
Concealed in deceit that horned aswine, for treachery in my part I prayed still longevity
In labored breaths what reason could survive? And so this doomed me now be but the dead!
To live for no more but death of days, and since that damned fate this shell I've become...

So now this dark hunger it becomes my cruel master, for no taste of all others could do me so good
And long had I been in light but in dread, for who could have fathomed this living on blood
As if no more human had lived but in me, mere beasts of the shadows in hunger eternal
To roam the dark streets forever in feeding, no more of indulgence for all things normal!

So if you should stumble on ruins of torn churches, or even of burials for kingdoms of old
Don't look for my face for death is my calling, behind each worn tombstones my mark you might sense
Or even if we're lovers from whence I did live, you'd know it so well we could be but harsh enemies
For the life of a vampire we're no longer valid, and now this white kiss will I part on your neck...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011

Remembrance In Flames Of Fallen Rose Petals

I maybe a liar to myself for every so often, for never a truth would I tell for a price of kingdoms
But what could this me do, for I'm living with a fool, so tired am I in telling him to get lost
Yet no voices be uttered but within my fiery soul be brazen and red like no fools aplenty
For 'tis not be the best time for retribution of nothing, nor will I forgive myself for these bad feelings

So now I'm lost in fields so golden, so lost but the sight of the things I should do
But maybe this small me is to blame for trying to be me, so naive and innocent despite my real age!
So now this day be the end of all side-trackings, enough now, I say, enough with these shmucks!
For would I be to ruin the best time of my life for shit and sweet-nothings, for real and reality?

No, for 'tis now be the time for action and much mopping, of the mess that I've left when fate hits me thirty
Never would again I'd be so naive, so innocent so stupid and much rank refuse, goodbye and good riddance!
For this may be the line I'd draw on all sands, for the wage in black silver is now on their faces, awashed in grey
And this time maybe, I'd be the other half of the man that I'm supposed to be right now...damn you all!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

Flowers On The Wall (Ten Years After)

So let this be the end of all endings, to reap the sows of seeds of the future
For the time of the thunder and the turbid seas are no longer valid in holding on to it
And it's time to let go but still we remember, of all that is lost yet we still feel them inside
As we carve our own way through the fields of the dawning blue sky, in courage and in hope

For we're all too familiar with pain and of sadness, and to those who were there the emotion is unbearable!
But we must not think that we're all but lost islands, bereft of bridges or trusts and so forth
For the strength of humanity we'll show them no fear! To rebuild our lives and to live and let live...
As One God above us has shown us the way, and the proofs of our kind to be but much stronger...

And to this my conviction on the Pool of Reflections, I say no more games of death and much violence
For we know deep inside that this IS our Home! Regardless of how we pronounce it's the same!
So lay down your arms for at least one more day, and savour the sunshine of this early September
Amidst the sunshine and shadows our hearts and our minds, to grief one more time before we move on

For the dawn is but breaking for another new day, a moment of joy and remembrance of bravery
For those who died so others might live, and live we shall be till that moment for us comes
And no more this black shadow of hate and revenge, for we're not the first to live on this plain
And yes we won't sit still and blissfully go by, as our children they'd know of nothing but fear...

So now let's forgive and embrace each other, in tears and in prayers of hope for the future
For when this day dies we're all that we have in us, regardless of creed or race or gender
And faith let's not terror becomes this new day, after ten dark years of hate and distrust
For we are but humans and let us be humans, to fall but still gets up and never stops living!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

Hymns From the Galaxy

Oh this lust and twilight hours of life and dust from skysent grace
I give me a will the testament of stars, of streaming white rivers and ravishing diamonds
That floats on the firmament of every new breath, for all of forever in time and in prayers
To me and the lines of lights in this midnight, oh great be my sight my wandering dreams!

To walk all across your gleaming grace, so much untouched but much in my covet
For neither faux smiles or pain that's aplenty, be all but intact when my fingers a-stroking
To whet my appetites of shiny bright clouds, but still more to come, oh wonders don't cease
Within or without though travels be slightly, but who could ignore such a beauty indeed?

So now my speed is faster than thought, but still so wide your backyard of mystery
Before me all stars and still some more stars, with each much more pretty but words might serve less
Than all that my eyes could muster its scope, towards so beyond but still there's much space
Oh God how beauty your paintings they sing but for me, indeed for in me I sing none but praises!

So now I come down from reveries Almighty, to sit once again on grasses and piety
To mull on my life for my lost dream of stars, to take back reality that awaits on my door
But never will I leave without much great words, in praises of hymns from the universe above me
So maybe one day we shall be not apart, but thrice jubilations for prayers throughout me!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

The Era Of Silent Travelers

So this is now me, the one but only me, the one and only me, and the me who never smiles through sadness
Trudging up this steep hill though seen by others indeed his trek is nothing more than a mere joke-in-progress
Trying desperately to stay stable yet the world around him keeps seeing him not unlike a blur in the crowd
Too late to cry for what's a tear's worth to all around him when respects are measured only by fame and money!

But now all frames have come full circle, thrown down and much shattered like the glass he called his Heart
Too much no more to warm his soul for friendly words or none in particular, this tormented nothing walked out like a ghost
For now and forever I spare no money to charities unheard of but never for once the sun it sings for life
And then this rain it pours for all eternity the sadness out-proportioned and blasted by neither hope nor prayers!

For now it seems the same ensues, but not construed by laughters above I sully my hands for a feast infernal
To win these wings of blackened eagle I will not obey the systems around me, tourette or not it matters to none
But hear me this now for the fears are now over! No more will I be but one and alone, to eke out sympathy likes funerals at sea
For the time has come for me to walk on this street, this city, and this world at large, so bright and pompous like lords of the sun!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

Songs For No Funerals

To whom do I send these tears, when the night of the soul it garners no strength
Where must I hide this trickery of light, and the deadness of heavens that lay me in fear
And what price the bells of the funeral of nothing, besides the well of dried up notions
When the freaks and the sane they dance in delight, enraptured in tune to the melody of bliss?

Alas I'm but one with no diamond in stretch, to dine in dismay of words strung on swords
Purity enshrined no more but digressed, for things that could be now float in delight
Tonight is right to the left of the morrow, that turns into shadows for life's worthless living
And why am I here for hymns so much lost? Or maybe its time for a-bellowing of dust?

To me I now raise my shovel in disgust, as bearings of the streets they march in no time
But maybe I'm the one who's but in the wrong, to say what is right but comes out too strong?
So tricked of what lies no sense in much scrying, to what then will dawn be rising to greet?
For maybe much sonnets to weave from all haggling, but paid in night terrors oh sing me in grief!

And so for this end I may leave my great lust, to say no more ties but set to much valour
For what use are friends when in death we're but downed? To sing this too true its better to be shut
Than to go on much wandering like the Traveler I'm becoming, in lost for much hope but jobs are the worst
So let me now wander in brightness and in pain, to stop for no more than pennies for my eyes...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011

For Flowers Of Late

Well, so here I am again, in dead of night, looking for light or maybe some sighs
To soak on nostalgia or pondering my future, God only knows where I'll be to next
A trip worth the mention but never get started, so grand as receptions for funerals to come
In treaty of changes for fame and no fortune, I fly off this mull and trudged up indolence!

But then what of this that makes me so calm, when this damn world did spew nothing but choices?
To what do I owe this mockery of atrocity? So much as in vain for fealty too puzzling?
So this maybe the end or the world keeps on spinning, but stained these last pages my prayers what of it?
To think this too much may intemperance be a ball, for sickness and in health they weave but no time!

And so to this streetsmart I say let's be friends, for hidden back daggers we sway but in dreams
I'm tired of too trying but never to shining, for it's all but whitewash from where I'm now at!
To think that we're too much of grinding and crying, is that what this Fate is that God has been hiding?
For bigheaded bright lions they roar but not gather, or is it just this me that went on too far?

So much so thus questioned but never much answered, is this my own fire or a prison by choice?
Oh God I but fear that the road has been shut, too late to turn back like the candles they melted
Not quick to be learning but leaned on false spirits, I sought not what's wrong but what of this me?
Is this my own dream so dreary in tempest? Or maybe there's no wronging in doing so twosome?

Oh perfection my faction so fractioned but tractioned, I seek to thus sway my own dark strong castle
For egos I will go but not for this tempo, or maybe he's just swining for me to so fire him?
But what of the chaos and confusion I reigned in? Is that just too much for a mere blackshot arrow?
To what do I owe so destructive my world, just so that I could get back at this hymn?

Ah, no answers in sight but still I did spin, this deadly spiked wheel the Roulette of Own Mind
So maybe I did see my insanity now fleshed, so carved on my drink I cast one more die
To nostrumised my mind before they touched heart, in peace and in chaos they'd all looked the same
In stride for one race, a band of dead centres, but still not too afraid! To pray one more time...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

So Much Of Nothing

So much of nothing it seems to be, from a friend who deals me both of poison and love
Then pulled me down to trickery of his level, for whatever he thinks that I would think of him
That I would forever be tricked by whatever the facade that he highlights for me
And then he would regret nothing but only after Fate runs smack in his face time and time again

But oh, 'tis such a waste of ink for me to write him off in anger
Nor would I weep for him on his days of ending, a eulogy for the damned
For he is so much of a loser that nobody can deny or even compare
A hallowed germ in the winds of stupidity, avowed!

And now no matter how many ears of care or words of remedial might be offered to this wretch
He's already built around him a wall of unprecedented self-righteousness, laced with worthless ego
A towering edifice that only befits him to fall from that with a bang or much shame
As I recall this American saying of "The Bigger They Are The Harder They Fall", forsooth!

So now who is lost and keeps on losing, the one who stays his ground or stays out of my way?
For I am not whatever I am outside, God forbids! So much rage inside me for all those around me
For they'd never understand the things that I use to see the world with, or why I choose this path foremost
For indeed good thing always stays, and bad things well, they won't know what hit them!

Good Night and Good Riddance!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

To Heavens Asundered

Well, its that time of the year again
When all I've carried with me I'd carry them still
So even so seething this civil imbalance
But not too much for a penny or two

So maybe I am mad to be in this ovation
But neither are they when the sun rises again
So lost and forlorn but never too gay
To be so much as a foot in their graves?

Too late to date of what lay up here
Then all that is left that slay appeared
But never so merry as a gruff in a puff
So maybe it's true that I'm forsooth so mad?

Then lay me on stars or green much afar
For never shall I be walking your shoes
A mile a while or maybe in denial
So away we now to heavens asunder!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

Of Regrets And Old Photos

I think, for a while, of these yellowing white photos of the past
And the eerily nostalgic tunnels through time they invoke
That seem to suck me in to the details of every pieces of objects
Contained within them all

I remember now every piece of the details, of the background, the panorama
Of once in my youths I'd take them for granted, so proudly so foolish and yet with much hope
As I walked into the light that bear so much questions indeed, unasked and unanswered
That maybe it seem forever that God would withhold His Majesty for only but the righteous?

But why it seems they now be eerie to the sight and to the mind?
When so much times before they'd invoke nostalgia is all beyond me now
But as the pages of these facebooks I turned they'd all sound and look the same
A network of strange highways not fit for even the insane or the profane!

So could they be, maybe for a while at least
A warning of sort for the impending (but hopelessly cliched) middle age crisis?
Of why so much time before this I'd welcome the reverie that came with it
But now I shunned it like the plague with hands and fangs?

Maybe it is because of the regrets that I'd feel not long ago
Be they now soured beyond consumption, rancid at best
Like pop songs that tell of intrinsic stories within the pictures
That they be now much sounding like a nail scraping the blackboards?

But alas, for what its worth, I'd treat these monsters as unwanted pets that used to be cute
Singing and jumping but to me they'd be ogres and imps shashaying in much homeliness
For within these contemptuous feelings I now feel towards them
Be they serve me only to make me move on forever more...

For even though the friends within these photos they'd be now much different in reality
Than whatever it is that froze their young image in time and not space
I would know, that more strongly right now than before, that the past really was my Home
But the one foreclosed forever by God and Time, never to again be opening its doors to me...

So now, maybe you guys can call Homeless for as much as you want now, okay?
Hehehehe....

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

An Advice To Myself...From Myself

Well, maybe it's true then, that the measure of a man is not when he's at ease

But rather when of carnage set loose and never would he get past it, or so it seems

For time and again has it happen to me, amongst all those men I thought they be strong

Shortcomings and chaos as if I'm too blind to see, that none be as truthful as the hour of their trial!

But hey I'm not mad or seems to be sad, forsooth my experience had saved me much grace

But maybe some forgiveness is all I could give them, for I know them be humans of ups and of downs

Such strength be not in them though I'd stand corrected, trying too hard to make my voice heard

And so I'll move on with smiles and stout spirit, knowing of these memories be nothing but fleeting...

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2011

Enclosed But Not Within

So scream me now, this trickery of incarnated soul abuse of the majesty of darkness
Scream stronger so that the unworldly beasts would know of my coming forth by night
Stalking the shadows for a hope of redemption that has since turned sour or rancid at best
On behest of the Higher Power in us all, atheists and agnostics notwithstanding, cheeky but nice

Trust not the power when all the dark faces turned gold from whatever it is that made them cry
For this is not the place to shudder and best the worst of the weather, truthful to the damned
But maybe a white lie of the deepest kind when old habits die hard but never wilted, horrror of horrors
That would suffice perhaps for all acts of the order of chaos that I'm silencing at last while time still moves

Then still maybe my nothingness begets none but thanks to the whirl I'm denting on, derwishes or foolery
Because whatever that cuts straight ahead may not be what is best for all to see when all clothes fall down
But never too shameful to admit of faint narcissism of the dope-fed mongrels dominating the valiant next door
For whatever that is crawling within me is eager to get out but not of the front door, should there be one!

Then whatever it is, pray tell are you feeling of me now, my lilting phonetic divulgence wrapped in dirt?
Mocassins of passion of pain in distension, or maybe the ones wracked in ruins of the stoner be your choice?
To tell the world of this misery of ministry is not the best way to live one's life, trust me its true, but rather
Insert this humour on your dolour when the next you went for a funeral to a friend lost to enmity now okay?

Tightly so whitely then now I must go, departing and depraving so lost in transcendence
But maybe its time I admit to have a weakness? For singled in dissidence of a fire in a dire need to be free?
That no matter what I do there would still be no blessings for the things that I'm supposed to do?
Tone not this monster out for when I leave it be at last, to chances and stances for this place is in dust

So neither do hither or come catch my crying, for I'm never so stopping in my quest of vagary
Offsetting unbetting and this time I must go, so goodbye and farewell, may we never meet again!

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011

Quiet Times In The City

Abruptly I feel, when the cold night air it stops as if powerless at last
In this nothingness where no windows would open up to a fresh new streetlight
So dark and dim as my eyes they gaze inwards so gently and restful at best
In this spirited, godsent miracles called to question by the quiet times in the city...

So maybe I am to blame for playing this dirge when my eyes moist not, nor the world around me at best
A sullen lost fool of a man arriving at pleasure through derision of nothing, ridiculing absurdity yet so again
Prostrating inverted as if a pentagram itself is spinning one a song made of sparkling dust of the anathemed
Noisily while I sing for tears left unspilled as the world around me crumbles at best, mocking in jest!

Then I spread myself a vast soft carpet so red made from shame of a hidden secret wrapped in all souls
Brazen like fire afrozen like lakes of sorrow in the white full moon under the spirited sighs of a God in tears
That knows when He can do nothing, and when all but the most pious remembers Him for who He really is
For that's where He feels I should really be, even though I'm not exactly white and sinless as I strive to be!

Then, for the umpteenth time I would pander the roads left unbuilt and unlit for all to despise on
Wondering whether this fleeting stop in the pavement of blackness would later pave way for the light or not
As I stutter to utter this bitter stealth contempt, simmering quietly within me for a very, very long time passing a smile as if a wingless mosquitoe
That none but the most darkest of fallen angels would dare to strike a conversation long enough for me to be me in this vainglorious moment of un-dreams again!

Ah, so undreamingly bright and fluffy would my pillows be a-flying again for the once and future sins of time and space
Threading the darkness of the earliest of morning as if a-suturing a day left bleeding by the force of empty chuckle through ages past
Dating the light black shell of another bland sight of the roaring expressway from where I'm shining my torches at
But never too sure as to when will I allow myself to run along home again, after losing the fight with no one for the price of no-sanity, insoluble at best!

Oh well, inebriate me for one last time this silent mockery of injustice in justless worlds of humanity twisted
That I may sip another drink to drown all that is gnawing at my conscious in silence at best, of friends worse than enemies
And of the staining black of sordid pools of immunity astride misanthrophy that I so vaguely missed, sweet as stones
That forever may I curse the people I'm sharing my life with right now...in peace...in pain...and in twinkling of lies...

Dead again! Go to sleep...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

Madrigal and Carnival of Souls Corrupted

Woe, beneath this blessed moon that crowned the night
I stand in brief so much grief yet no eyes would cry these tears
That lain and slain me as withering winds of so much infamy
Smothered in trees like the sheet of a mother's cold bed

So maybe the cold is my middle name
Of subjects and objects that carry no more weight in my world
But never too sure of himself to seek resolution as this sun kisses the past
For I have never the will to do courage a good favour, nor will I hear from hope anon

Could it be that no matter on Earth would do me justice as this earth on my frozen face?
Or maybe it is just some singing melancholy that I have yet to silence them all, so mote it be?
But alas, as bereavement make way for ignorance and forgetfulness this pain still reigns in jest
And none but oh so Almighty would emancipate naught but the sweetest of agony when my time comes...

So now let me carry on my final journey as the Minstrel so silenced and a Traveller bereft of words to say
For it is not my intention to be cried into this world to be what I'm now, God forbid me from being misled
To sing this final sigh at the stone of a heart and earth of a body, on this tranquil midnight of no madness
One for the sinning mages called Humanity, and the other for this lifelong living body I called my sorry self

Far beyond the dying sound, of peace and infamy revealed...
And even further still it seems, the thrones of my Majesty!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

Rampant Bitching Of So Much Punity

Swing the sweet bells of sorrow for as the lords of shadows come a-marching
Onwards to Golgotha and back again these ravaging war hymns they came in lustful whores
Feigning stupidity these men of the cloth they bow down and prostrated before the Almighty
With daggers and poison vials hidden in pockets, ready to pounce upon each other for Gold but not God!

So maybe I am so guilty of letting sleeping dogs lie, on bitches and their masters like so much black meth
In Masses and conjurations of Gods and Demons, alike in each falseness but so far didn't make flesh
So storming but not wettting their puny dead chants, alighting like Mercury and Jupiter in retrograde
But never too sure of themselves, they still keep on dancing so sunny on Humanity, queer in their Lords!

And each of these hands they then open to strike up a fantasy, but never too proud to say they are doomed
For whatever blame-cherish they'd spit on each other, they'd never so truthful be in contact with the light
For as the dawning of fresh twilights they'd still sleep on fake ends, resolving nothing but tears of much ignorance
And then they'd wake up so weak and so weary, to storm their state capitol agan with much blasphemy!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

Laments of a Twilight Dragon

Oh my purple roses, dying in the midnight hour
Rise up again as my dark-winged angels of lies lay dismembered
For when I close my eyes I see nothing that would stop these tears from falling
And of what I am still made of at present, they would serve me nothing but sighs

But for what of those blood that I've seen it fell and dripping still
I cannot sit still but to wail ever so softly in my spirit, of this nothingness that I'm staring at
And the colour of the earth as it touches the sky on peaks of greying snow
For now and forever these sombre shades of grey they'd be my companions for life...

Ever so slowly that I would know of this impending demise of this last remnant of ages
But only death will tell if its a good meeting or a bad one, as I sigh my last contempt oh-so-earnestly
To this world from my perch in this hopeless half-light, and with nothing important to think of in me
As these feelings of light-loathing now turned to a myriad of dances fit only for imps and demons!

So maybe, I should take on at least, one more flight of fancy for all times' sake
For nothing but for the sake of waning times have I forsaken these jovial pasts by mistake
For the gloom of the heartless future, for the writhe of my painful betrayals
And for the passing of faces belied of friendship and trust

For this lasting of taste of freedom abandoned
Indebted to all and nothing
In lachrymous shades of woebegone traits
And so much now bereft of smiles for a brighter tomorrow...

THE END

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

A Pagan Hymn For Starstruck Lovers

Blessed be, so unto me
For a face that's calm surreal to glance
My waning heart, you've made to last
For you and me, no chasms be

Sing forth the night, I'll bring the day
For a touch and a kiss like my Gaea's grace
For I am the Horned One, so lonely in winter
And a smile from your lips, my springtime it shines!

We'd dance through the seasons, just you and me
From pallid cold snow to lush green meadows
For one of each heart and laughter's aplenty
My dear love for me, no stars so like thee!

So come now my morrow, like the past I've but tasted
For another chance to gaze 'tis loveliest of faces
For a stare from thine eyes, I'd give up all heavens
No sleep shall be gracedul, if naught I dreamt thee!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011

A Cynical New Year Greetings To Us All

So maybe there are no more light as bright as the one you yourself put in your heart
So as to light the path so darkened it is now by time and age, and dark this age has been of late
So straying or praying our wishes for this yet another new year, for what is worth or what is worse
For I am so sailing past the blackened lagoon and into the sunless blue sky of my mind, winds a-blowing

Or perhaps this flag that I'm hoisting should have been white and not black on a backdrop of green?
But without a sea on this plain of green would my ship be afloating still? Under this shade of time and space?
Or maybe I should go back to school to learn about all the assholes that I'm forced to work with right now?
Or maybe this entire humanity itself is composed of people who regards each other as assholes you think?

Ah, whatever! This sing-song alienation raffles are really starting to bear down on me again
Ranking the collars of all that's a-hanging while I'm humbled to the ground by the knowledge of All-That-Is
Ringing all ears with the apathy that humanity has ever not spoken of (or being silenced from) from time immemorial
And then buried alive by the sullen insomnia that nostalgia has brought me on this dawn of white, oh such pleasure indeed!

So maybe now it is not too late for me to wish, with no reservations whatsoever
A very Happy New Year to us all wherever you are, wherever I'm at
May this thing that we always have to face will never bother us again in this life
And to leave us alone forever and ever, no matter how long would that be...

Happy New Year Greetings from Thy Most Cynical Blogger:
SAIF MINTAKA, KL, 2011