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