For Yearning Of Wings And The New Year's So Bringing

So this is the end, like the end of gain for the lovers' loss, or another's yet lost in the sea of much time?

Or so I once thought the end's always merry, for there's always tomorrow when your years they did went

But in the end it's always the watcher who watches the festive for no ritual's dispensed, afraid of no rights

And thus will I send this off for a year's worth of nothing, in hopes of new peace and everything nice...

Forsooth this array I indeed found relief, or will this be now aired on mirth and grey for friendly occasion?

Alas this may sit so too well in my bowels, a last day of life for a year that's soon goes, for another spun sky

And so for too long could I say now farewell, or at least another wet season for a daring light downpour?

In lit side of plain green or a gaudy laced city street, so clearly I now feel this ending be sweet...

So now I'd be ready to start on aplenty, for the season's date ending I once more say goody!

Thus it seems now be fitting that the winter's lost chilly, a sigh on white blankets or maybe all righty

As the world now revolves to where it last started, the space and the sky seems not much a-changing

I now wish you all, this gold paved tomorrow, for yearning of wings and the new year's so bringing...

SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR

XNROE

31st December 2012

For Insular Unawaited

I arrive in mid-morning for the midnight avast of perpetual sighing this mortal uncoiling

Of a labelled hand or a fabled brand of a lesser year on a nostrum modicum thwarted at worst

From budding hastes or rapping traces for this me whom now sits on a pale moon rising, awkward at best

For this means to an end of another bent nothing but no more sweet writhing shall I offer this world!

Oh cursed so much folly on my part has I seen or made blest far seeded these glens of despair

For this be me of another day and age for a quest or foraging the future with maps of dead past

Or so it seems for me this wretched a paper of stops and street names they'd be less than of use to none

For sure and forsooth that I may no longer be viable to stop a timed forsaken on this empty busriding to places unknown

So this sing of a song I predated so fine such warnings for crying for a matter of an inch an a half

For within me I did care nothing less than a future secured but what instead did I get is anyone's guesses
Thus this pains me this sanity a sweet haemorrhage of a loveless life for senseless undying forthwith in despair

Sad indeed for this exit was never so lit with lights of redemption but darkness and sorrow that reigned supreme

So now this me he wears still not the truth of honesty far within his segmented heart of light and darkness

For rather he'd hide but himself in words so tortuous of play incognito to some sinister sins a-brewing in mind

For how would he try to break free from this ceiling so false yet it looked so real as to call it his Fate?

And why must he pour out the rain on such vials of parody par excellence much hypocrisy or vanity impending?

Oh love, my love is dark, my light is dark, and much still my heart is dark but light in some places of small

To ask for where are we now in the darkness of the dawning false, wreaked in havoc for the mess of the past?

So sing me not in grief at this wake of internal lies, that transcends the dark night of the darkest of souls that never would I see its ending anon

The feel of too much be at stake for this hour of lost, or so great as to break this dread awake oh God why did I choose to be born but in here?

So go now or cold my pallid semantics, know this so well that I'd never be well over matters of life

Of the heart and the mind too sullied to glance, or hearts a-strung in drying eyes still contents for later

'Til all that of greatness now brittle to the touch, on this silly whims of a notion abhored for frailty withdrawn

A feast so worthy disarming for Karmas avowed, brought blackened pissed whining for insular unawaited...

CRAZY LOONY
KL
26th of December 2012

Writhings On A Dead-Heart Pyre

Now is here where nothing is dear, for wayside and deicide much lightness can I carry

But enlightened of this not for all of my worth, this golden but headless par excellence had turned since to dunder

For nightmares of ash I shower the earth with tears of non-usage, for this pier endeared but never got learned

Thus value this I devalued again, for all fierce adamant on fiery incitement, till now no clues are left of what I did gain!

And now this twilight it did now come witness, to the folly of ego and dunce-filled white sorrow

To attain the watch of malignant buffoons, through much so less dreary take flight for this need, of sins so stupid but never did treasured

To which this me so seelied unseemly, for thrice unbound to die in homely, now dried bunt tide a-neither of sully

For since this dead wimp so grand now enthroned, for light feat numb folly I need not so sorry, oh pleasure enigma but why must I come still?

Such now the time for feigning dud fancy, or eyes too greatly his crests are befalling, to the muck-filled void for lengthy white shadow?

To fork up regrets this member remembered, for goodness sake or time I must take, to take away this pain for the paean so merry

But why did I bring up the dead frost fright slumber? Am I in a need of tortured plight still? So why now high my feelings went home?

For worst of the weather fray-sighted my failings? Oh fie this sown so sombre my fire, for feats of lost neither of future non-beckoned

For when this lout pouted or thence made this heinous

I say now goodbye froth bury my tarry to light of my joy

To thus fussed entailing did forthwith but nightly high mighty

Or maybe thus never would this me be over...for peace!

SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
KL
2012

When The Shadows Did Take You

So bury me the sky for a king's worth of much ransom, for within but this me forever in glee

To the darkness beyond and the devil that you know, oh it pains me to stay still as humanity rots

For breeze sails or brisk sales do try me for without this un-drama for the longest of thus said

Or defiled may you be to this end with this end for the day is undainty, so sweetly may you bend!

Tone drugged in wrecked hailstorm pricked maelstrom forewarning, so whirl may this be for this world oh so loving?

But maybe there'd be methods of mayhem sweet frosted dead winter? To may this concerns all and nothing so leave me now drowning?

But would you be so kind as to show you your death? Alas such sweet deadly my darkened light grinning for the world to see it and seething a-fathomed

Untold but to sunder been warned yet applauded, so show me the way to buy me known sanity then, if you know where to look for when the shadows did take you!

Oh such wonder now forsooth this now plain cold welcome, for deriding blank dogmas for maybe a sandwich for hungering ex-sanguis?

So switch off all notions for oceans of splendour fringed by green suns and clouded in black, for that fawning unknowing freed concepts in binding

Or maybe there are ninnies in hiding for another damned benighted, to whisk off all dry whey still sundered uncoloured?

To wring in the new fear for siring dead sinners or routed and grouted for failings of black penny, of powdered worn pockets this shame not be heightened...

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2012

That None May But Fathom It

Avail me! For this cool midwinter night I still all red hearts for a welcome in silence

To this great indebted a travel for no gold, in a satchelled blind courage or maybe light suffrage?

Too long have I sat away from this desk, oh prithee this dark lock may I call my none mastery

In verbatim from a dead face oh indeed I am glad that I did not sit there still, for felling of ceilings!

So now here I am a madman or a minstrel for endeavour in dust, or much fought in lust may I now find excused

To will off this flaying of silver dread pogroms oh no notwithstanding the hour that's arriving, be they in dawn or twilight much ringing

For this me he plays still a tune thus foreshadowing, of past in perpetuity and his wish to go home, for his future is the one for all that he cares

Though now none may know how far he'd be from this mad-freed of joyrides, for circles are such warnings for excursion's such wasting!

Oh if only one could knew how bended he is for society's undoing, or come may it seems that humanity's avenging?

To what may one knows where he's going for his pot of bright pieces? Or if there were no such faces a-smiling for where he's so heading?

Then what now may he do for a dawning much darkened? Would he dare to tempt fate once again or leave but himself in madness becoming?

Thus now may it ends all his dreaming that had since been his blood, his breaths and his beatings? Oh such that it's known that none may but fathom it!

So now this damned midnight it now gone for dawns that none may but choose well, or should I just give laughs for all my past divings?

This tear now but dried oh such diamond it becomes for the hour of the wrings, to hymns or to Him I may preach or impart a nothing on great notions

Or oceans but so salty may they beckon me to ream on the streams or forced my front entry, for there's nothing up above like nothing down below

This dying sick rapture for one man in much trouble, so played may you'd feel if there's nothing to help me, on bleak disks of a world much canted enchanted...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2012

Through This Veiled Contentment

To hatred avowed, this patron of brows I sing not for sins but for seers in a search

For styrofoams or dire tomes for places unfounded but hallowed at best

I see red forsaken the first blue light of the dawning of chaos, oh such were the price

To payments construed for a lighter blank rue, or so may it be for soon or for later...

Too late now to rake in the latest of moth reasons, or maybe this froth be a-seeping in mind?

Oh low may it be those crones in dead heat I would stifle the cruelty for much in tomfoolery

To this great weak ending I scour the planet for another locked door, so this may be life again or may not?

Through this veiled contentment oh still in this sight a sea of dank seething, of mulch in despair for threesome at best

But to what may I owe this pleasure of bereavement, after that has happened in faith intertwinning?

Oh hallowed and harried my deeming piece of fealty, for this same indiscretion of faith may I aim for the sky

To this ride for a lifetime in chains of black backwards, or deride all you will for this matter of light pleasures

To will off my deed for another brayed sip, on this chalice of fake gold and god-knows-what-ails-it

For the sweetest of nectar on this dark hollowed midnight, much a party for the hearty in a pail of indignity!

But poor not this sane dead for the madman's inertia, I did much in my time a play for no words

Or so it may be that this winter's not over, but forever they'd be starting for the race of fine wilting

To ring in the new year or wring out our frail necks, whatever that may be for whatever our payments

So row from much rowing I did know this so frowning, for saving much forsaking I did time for a-slaying...

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2012

That Crazed Calls They Carried...

Forfeit, for I know this be true, to will off the night but staved off of light

Just my musings of light and darkness for this be my keep my best kept treasure

Through all these years til forgot I did feel, this drama unfolding for a dreaded misgiving

And to the tolling of the bells of honour that this dolour signs of deathly nothing for which I be king!

Fluid, for the rest of my stay here now borders on arrogance, for rending this dire of another black ice

Through this stand I seek solace to a thrill of a dud, or a madrigal of the late, late sunrise graced with lark

Or to this unto me may I be so solemnly blessed to be one with the sun on another spring flower field

True though this sounds that my prudence grow thin, and in time the strobe of the dark mourning be a-sweeping anon...

Oh how fare this while through the teacup of storms, may now be excused to attend a funeral of nothing

To this fraught or much dismal I be fences of metal corroded in time, to this mull of light greenish I'd stoop for a gain

And this rain of red reign for a kingdom of praying this much I could say that the terror a-dwelling be never it here since start of the dice

And now I see ending as a circus bereft of much fun, and the clowns of dead sins they'd be crooning in jest for another foul hoarding!

And so I leave me be this dander of a kinship, with a mull and a baying for another cracked neighing

That there never was a slayer for a kingship so false, or a dragon befits the damsels in distress

For it was I who unfold the dark glaze of cold through the driest out motions farewell fraught with taintings

Freedom from freedom free gangly I'd praise it, to this while of a guile to a guilt-trip unwise...

Til I'd finally did reach, the ending round for a-needing grouses
Of foundring in the mired froth caucus that crazed calls they carried!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

'Til The Sky Meets The Earth, Again...

Floundering, alone for come what may, it's all in the yearning for a better tomorrow

Faltering, for alone may it come, to the one who talks about one's world, one's love, one's life

Or maybe this is the end of another unending? Forever it seems I've asked that question

As I see myself like a mountain reborn from the flames it rises, then falls like time in jest

So what is it that makes one so passionate about infinity then? If only they've been to all that I've been

Fearing the ending that may or may not come on the day of the morrow, thrice that if there is no end

Do what the upside for the smiles aplenty, then droop once again to see your loved one dies

Oh I have been through all, and then some for last, but nevertheless its a-loneliness my minstrel still

And following through tall tales of the old, I once did a poet, a shaman, a warrior, a creep, a statesman

But never too long I'd linger in my sweet home, for when the time comes I'd disappear like midday fogs

To rescind back into the shadows til they forgot who I am, or who I was, oh treacherous paths of dimness

While waiting for a time to come back again, afresh anew, a whole made-up life for another sigh in the sun

Maybe for me there will be a never goodbye, though great offspring I'd leave past and consorts so greying

Or maybe they'd know me for leaving but faked tombstone, with none underneath for the umpteenth time?

Til nothing there be known, of this one person such gaiety but left it all in such a mystery, yes, again and like

For within I did know, that I'd stay right here till the One-Eyed One he comes, for the mastery of the world at large!

So maybe you did see me before as a kind old man keeping to himself, or a beautiful boy tending to his own

Or maybe just a whisper, from the tales might told in campfires for fun, for here be phantom called such-and such

That walks in the night or stealing poor souls, or even a relic of long old past, of spirits and deities bereft of all acolytes?

For neither I am there but neither I am not, for I may know why the mountains so high such a hill in my time, or plains so green that before be they deep!

But for all my intent and all forgotten purpose, here I am now for here I will stay, in darkness and light, a proof of His Greatness

While the world it now spins to the end of one year, to replace it be soon with another good year, or another bad one

Know not this of me for my secret is too distant, a forever living, immortal long soul, this wise one still, or a child of each new dawning

But in in the end its just me, so sighing in the cold, bereft of good company but still he'd be walking, for here and for there 'till the sky meets the earth, again...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2012

Like A Statue In Dawning

So sweet for me this reddened October, the slush and flush of a foreign sky

'Tis me for this much I would avail no remorse, for without or much width I'd travel again

To the vile dust from whence it sprang this mortal uncoiling, this busted adamant or latent humanity

And far within did I once row for the shores of the morrow they called for me in swathes of much chagrin!

For yes, I have seen the golden signs of mired conspired forgoing notwithstanding on tales of much barging

But still new I did see the sighs of the old on the myriad aplenty these vast unknown symmetry

For without but an inkling did I feel humanity it lingers on me, on grounds of not hoping but much distressing

In too deep was I deemed you once said to me? But not much I did care for that mazed disenchantment!

Alas, let it be known that I may never want to set foot on that abomination of doldrums again, forsooth!

For none they did know I'd suffered in business or dissidence for an enemy much fooled, oh poor twisted me!

And so yet again I did see in my sleep like before those buffoons they'd call forth for all heavens to break not for me still!

But this time it is them who are lost and keep on losing, thus goodbyes and good riddance are very much in order at present, and then some!

And thus the everlasting friendship based on indignity for grace it did follow me still to this hill of no eyes

Far within all my troubles they did but so brew for one last time for a fragrance unmatched, a-billowing so tall or so to speak

But for what this purpose might it be I did say no more egos for once I split three, to one in despair, another in disdain, and one more in denial, but neither in destruction; God thankfully so!

For this is the end for all my ungodliness to withstand the end for another dark autumn, at last I am free to now touch the sky for all of my worthiness, so still and so poised like a statue in dawning!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

The Greatest Of Truth...Perhaps

The end of September, for this I would or wont in remembrance, for this decade in time that I've lost all connection, another spur in the purple soul plains

So this is goodbye for what it's worth, this tainting of shadows can never outlast the colours of the light, be it white or right or even uptight

For yes, it's true that whence you're one with the path of light and of darkness, nothing it seems to us be the same, be they in darkness or in light of day

A cowardly sigh in the face of the impossible, yet I'd jump right in for when the timing is right, more of this I'd wish to feign but alas much in vain...

And so will I sign this deal in a seal of my blood, or maybe no thought be good, too good to be true? For whatever its worth it have all been foreclosed

This Well of Time and all that is good, may now be they take a flight to the stars, to a wall of rhyme or the halls of chime

And I cannot wait for the day to end fast, for this lie of a life I withheld not much info, forced undone yet all calls made by me they may yet be so heard or not no one knows?

Thus will I fold or fail or falter in the midst of this mirth, but only Time will tell if it all is worth it, for this is me on this walk for a gold yet unspoken for

And the greatest of truth be they beckon before me!

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2012

For The Sunrise Mists

My love has lost direction, for the one who's got the sun in her eyes

So why indeed should I cry for the one who's lost her sight of me and my shadows?

For within I hear the footsteps going for the door to another great reverie

And now may I be allowed to cry for another life lost, and of the past, greyed and fading

So I'm living without you now, my fine feathered times of golden sigh

Too late indeed for the Silver Birds of Time to return with tidings so glad and jovial

To this I pine for for you in these tears of darkness spilling over this blackened smile

For a darkened sigh inside or outside of this palace of mourning I say nevermore!

So take now the chances that I've offered and leave for the first flight of dawn to light

To this I know you will find the glorious grace of be it a warming sun or the fluffy clouds

And next no stopping or boundaries for thee, o my skyward emotion, for the rest of your sighs

For this be kills or veils of dread departing, to which I salute these wall for a novice delight

So whatever it is that you've heard of me, don't ever believe them for whatever they're worth

For no daylight can stop me from watching the rain for I've never wanted things to be this way

And the kisses of fire that turned to ash for as we leave each other in the twilight of the damned

No more shall I sign the seal of forever for this is forever, for the sunrise mists and whence I did came...

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2012

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For My Self And My Future...

Oh sing me this way longer than dust on the wind of another lost price

For the pride of the demons or lies of much sermons may I be called for a while thy mighty and high

To sing me the top of another empty roof so this be the housing estate so grand yet no occupants

For I am the Silent Traveler of many a tale and many more sorrow, to reap this black harvest but much sighs so golden!

Though indeed I may be on the throes of dawn for another great dream

What humble pie must I eat before I'm full and feel good to resume my journey?

Where do my light sirens they'd go when all is fulfilled but never in this time loss?

Am I the one who truly befits the vision that I see of me, four years from now?

Then if it's so then go herald this new dandy with so much of sweet waters!

For neither this me nor that I would deny the long greatness that ensues with much timings

For this carousel-not-stopping they'd spin me a long shadow no more so dark but mere in waiting

For the once and final king for a day in the dead of retrial of another great dreamer, withhold so much gone

And let this final seal of a tower so white in the golden so white but more grander this coming new sunrise

For now this great me had reached for the foothill of his final judgement, of a world he once stood in only the darkness

For what news or what muse would behest him in his final lament to his past and dying world, for this be the dreamer who hates society

And let him now breathe in the dance of Life so beautiful so great, to the One and Only God for my self and my future...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2012

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Good Riddance!

Forlorn, for indeed that's what it's all about, after all the years of tears and fears

Of hopes so dashed and dreams in tatters, oh God alas, what the heck are you doing up there?

And within this white flame is all but spent, for since 96 and up 'til now it has been so slowly burning

But what's this that I'm feeling inside me now, so dark and cold like all fire's burnt out?

Indeed a lot have I faced and a lot more faces of mine they oh so did hit the mud

For I'm a creep that society know not, but know not it seems how they feel towards me

For within these years of hate and much torment, I fit in so nicely like a corpse in a banquet

To all thrilled endings oh so raptured so this me to this me, to hide all the fact that I'm dead yet I breathe!

But now may it be that I'm asking for permission, to dismiss this myself to wend on my way black

Oh indeed all I ever want was a place to call home, and a dream to greet my day, and a face to smile me back

But what is this that I feel I get from what I've endured from all these while? A late grey gone lacy of a party for wrong?

So what am I to do when all that had fueled me they've tainted with shit? Should I just kill them all like a kid with no brain or maybe to just melt away like a loser of a man?

So let this be the big innings of another bad endings, to rile up my dive or wrack up my pride for better or what's worse

For what is worth I must claim me for me again; and never will I bathe in this well of spiteful negativity again!

For what is worth let me just live and die alone for once, and let this be the end of me or the beginning of something much greater

Even greater than what did those foul stench of a muckypus balls of dead maggots had done towards my past life, for this is the last time that I shall remember they ever existed in my life!

Good Riddance!

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2012

Tears Of A Lost Child

Oh sweet meadow yearnings for this wintery nights of another lolling tongues
Through which these words sans the devils may they be a rapture panacea of the warmest sun
For this singed may and this frosted november now hear this my beating heart it longs for the smile
Of another grave soul in a need of a hug but never too warm to reach out for some hands

And so for this too swearing of a tipsy old son of the earth may it be that all these be another dread dream
For this empirical knowledge of a falsified heartstring through now and then I shall travel on thee not
From the bottom of null wells and this water of such life I shall string the bows of the moon for another hunt
To reap the suns and tears of a lost child who lives still inside me, begging to be free so that he could die, for one more day...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2012

Another Sweet Day In The Sun

Cry, oh tears for the dead undying reptile emeraldine, for this unbreezing attitude towards styles of another right turners
So that this would be aroused in scenes of sins untuned to the naked third eye, in these inasmuch as a likened dream of wishes galore
For reams of life unwashed and now in time of peace may we now be in a sleep much less troubled than yesterday, too gleaming to ignore
So from this downhearted may we now rise to the occasion for when the singing suns be a-dancing for all long since to a night time embrace

But who knows where we might be when all around you they'd be dancing along to the tune of childhood for dreams of a better tomorrow?
Yes alas all that we would ever know will only be ill for another lost misty-eyed nostalgia, for this I decree that no one should refrain themselves from smiles
For this mossy green tombstone should never be allowed to see beyond the meadows, for flowers and powers and towers of old flames
And may we know who is to trust when all red turns to gold and all green be touched by more blue, for another sweet day in the sun of another great millennia...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

To The Fields Of Dust I Shall Roam Again

So much in sheets of glass and wisps of smoke that I've foreseen the languishing stroke
Of another blood fire inasmuch as a whimper to the end of a lusting and indeed it was so strong
But for now in a while there would be no more of this past of the pain that's buried, mourned and forsaken
To another beyond till demise is the veil that it drops oh so gracefully above our heads, like a tiara for the dead

And now its time for me to propose another warm toast
For another doubt fire frost covered and wilted, too grim to bear
That no matter how much gushings of blood would I slake this thirst to clean away
For a vengeance unknown but never unauthorised, to this me I did hold this sharp sword much so high

But till which dark consequence will I get to unlatch these red malice off me heart?
For I have no qualms about silence and its gilded worth, for much or for less than it is
So am I still blessed when that time did come, or would it be damned as to never did come?
Then how so may I be made in peace and concord once again, if this fire be unstoked?

Oh how so indeed I'm in confusion as if a spider is stuck in its own web of feeding
Or maybe there is a demon that still feeds on me as I scour the earth like a mindless fool
So could I be so grateful to you, O Great God, if still I did not know who is the enemy who is the friend?
Or could it be that all these be they merely plays of the universe that none had ever understood, or none may ever will...


SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

For All The Love I Have In Me...

So may this be the me that had lost his will or trust in the light, in my journey to whoever that longs for me still
In both the darkness and light we shall forever seek to embrace each other though far or wide we seem to be
But for me to touch the skin so golden in the warmth of the afternoon rain then maybe this is the heaven that I never knew existed
For all the power of God and the Love that He'd give us still, and this is such a lonely boy deep within me who yearns for another smile

So shine now the light so I can follow you through the thick of the night, for the forest of silence and the valley of the void I have traversed alone
And alone I would wish for no one to suffer from it like the way that I still do, and for this I bequeathe another frost covered goblet filled with mead for the thirsty one in me
So that may it be that we could be together before the deathly fires of the sky they'd light up my days with pain and torment, to wither and die for one more day
To me in this journey for all the wealth and prizes of life that may or may not be offered to me, how weary I am now to tread it alone!

And now on the eve of the death of a child and the birth of all reason, will there be the one who would consecrate this lifeless body for the greens and the posy filled meadow?
Or maybe this silenced minstrel be a-finding himself so sighing loudly to himself again? For all the love I have in me to the one who could lead me away from this funeral
And into the veils of gold of yet another beautiful day that I've since given up on, or so it may seem to be right now, (forsooth I knew nothing of my heart yet my feelings fueled me for long!)
Towards what ends indeed for this ageing little boy on the journey towards damnation of being the one with only his memory as his company, with a dream of a kiss to set me for free...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

A Moment Of Splendour

So may it be this comfort gleam I rest on laurels of dead, dead lives
And for all the glaze of searing cravings no roads unswept for when I ride forth
To see this sing of the winter's gaze no stranger are we all to nice untold truths
And to sing that much truth so uncouth I'm this me so well on a path of nothingness still

But could this be grey the entrance of realms so unholy they break but all hearts in the wake of the dead?
Of sad red eyes that did glance the morning may also be a-present in times of long twilight, unseemly in jest?
For a heart that falls on tepid black cataracts oh shower me bliss these peaceful of times, now don't you agree with me?
Of the one that speaks with so much of stones in so many of hearts but why must I be the one to undo them again?

So 'tis maybe for once that I felt such sweetly a scent of a hope she beckons me free to embrace more fine madness!
Or maybe 'tis me who is mad deep inside to never let go, for whenever the fires they died out in black then it will always be me who prays for red embers!
And for this one great punishment I've received but as if I was wronged by the One on the Throne but in truth no one did me this badly but me!
So to whole of the wrongness for this I did carve to me a statue malcontent, but for what are these wings to adore that dim face of a fanged dead surly to abide by this me?

Alas this great May now she rolls out of sight in slightly weak whimper, to send me much tauntings for failures I beget
For many a big time did I break my heart down my face still much losing but whither this be the end then there's so much more that I would still give
For another green dainty for a chance to be pretty in faces so unhallowed, or maybe this dream is still in dreams for me in much earnest?
Then maybe now can I spread my wings and fly off into the sunrise for a moment of splendour, to erase but my past to prepare for my future...

SAIF NIZMA
KL
2012

As The Shadows They Roam...

For this steal of the hour when the night time it weeps, I stand tall and alone as the midnight it sighs
For the hour is late but too much of late for tears and despairs I have shuttled in-between, abating not
But to what or to whom does this bell did toll to no one or any who could tell, then maybe I am but lost so far in the world that never wanted me
Too sorry for myself for forgetting that it was me who complicates my own life, and for this I cheer the darkness for its friendliness, cold but much comfort...

So now this light-hearted me did once asked about the way to go from here and there, for this lust or this lost nearsighted whims of a heart--whatever comes first
To which would I turn all my compasses to; for freedom or in earnest, to whoever that would strike so low for the earth that only then would I lower my head in sorrow again
But to this much the end no answers I had found to tell me of where should I go from here, or wherefore are lives still quiets themselves at every after midnight
And thus for once again I would find myself here among the four walls, of a room that may or may not promote me to another lifestyle, or at least some hope for tomorrow...

Forsooth I am but tired of searching in loneliness bordering on poverty, for a much coveted life where idealism seems to be more vivid that reality
But to me what else can I do to make things right for myself for once, for this damned me only follows his heart and no one else!
And so I would waiver and wither on the couch of this perpetual sad stares, too late for much bosoms of relief, too early to call on Sir Azrael
For when the sun shines again at the dawn of the morrow, maybe this me would once again sit astride this carousel-not-stopping, to wander alone as the shadows they roam...forever

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
MAY 2012

For Much In Aplenty; Congealed In Deafness...

I could not remember, how it was when the sky turned black and gold and black again
But alas that thought is now but a banal distraction, from the pains of adulthood and loss of love
And to now that I'd toast to all but fools, within this now for times of becoming
To what ends now--you think--may I seek to greet the death of all lies again?

For indeed this blightmare is now one with the sins of no thine beloved
To each his own for this lust be but damned, for sorrows availed through nails on a hearse
For its scarce to but think of another way out, to this end or the other oh the road be the same
So shameful out lost for this reign of no terror, to lust of the rust in the peace of the hour, assailed!

But would we be the seal that insigniate the withdrawal? For indeed this black jewel be it blackened but gleaming
To all that are dreaming but never a-swimming, this red pain it has taught us well to mind this great price
For the sanity inverted I am a sin to the weak of the pious but breathing, no brethrens undead would feast on me soon
To drink back the kickback oh so joyful this Life! Too late to be saved yet this game was just starting? So over already this madness so pure?

Then rejoice for I will within or without you! For this hell no minstrel be so present to sing you to death
For this road now be carved in red knives aplenty, but for me it but sang such a joke to be laughed at the dead?
Then why am I here on this carousel-not-stopping? Too late to be steered for the path of dark angels? Or maybe the devils they'd be tired to rake me in debts?
For thine one's own lies and thine one's own lust, to rust in much peace for a sullied dyed twilight, that lingers much silently for much in aplenty; congealed in deafness...again!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

Before The Dawn Drowned Out The Voices Once More

Oh freedom bells for peace of mind, do lay me down quietly as if the winter's snow long melted
To make me a somber view of the universe where the love of money is all that I feel now
Til late in haste for a mail availed so as to bring me another sweet yearnings for a sorrow past
In a morrow suture that's a-stitched to the universe of red, black, blue and grey, this much I know still

But now when all the grins and grims of late-hate fleers of the rotten insurrection did they go home to roost
So what now of me for when I woke up from my slumber these silent whisper of poverty they lulled me to death again?
Could it be still that there's a traitor in our midst, an agent to tear apart this me, myself and I to pieces again and still?
But what then could I undo to change all that is about to unravel, pray tell, that neither abhorrence nor excitement can make me sway into the darkside again?

But once again I know this well, that no matter how the reigns of none may look upon me soon
That no more enraptured purity of nonchalant obsessions can weather me down for cinders and ashes
For this is me who is wronged but never too down to rise up and kill the crazed, the weakened mentality
And let this undying lad be now on his way to the morrow of unknowing, for this might be the last that he could have, to sing out the rain of nothing but vermillion

Before the dawn drowned out the voices once more...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

My Birthday Gift...To Myself!

Don't you cry for better days, for no more of hopes or smiling lit faces shall visit you nigh when all is lost
For long have I've been in shadows so strong, and waking up in darkness oh how beautiful is the pain, disillusioned unstrung!
So cruel this death of dreams and innocence they'd scatter the bones to dry in the darkened sun, this desert of wrack and ruins
And to this end I have met this deathly unhallowed for a chance to sing me a tune, yet a deep red gash of blackened axes my heart they made rendered!

So pay me a price worth this head with a face drenched in pain, and you will know how dumbly unfounded your wish for a better sunrise has been
To sigh within this unseemly horror of another black annum no life be unspared when this demon now he'd be all done with you
To forever in sway for another dead grassland could this be me or could this be us in a meander of  lost hearts?
So why is it that in this dream we're still stuck in a fantasy of happy playgrounds and singing wheat fields; is there a whim much hidden somewhere or is it just a mere insanity at best?

Alas, this measly day of remembering births may now be the death of all my old dreams, for within and without how this land feels wretched to my touch
But what of the likes of I could do to for me to unstuck this gloom, this ten sharp swords stuck in my back to leave me for dead? Oh the sheer light road to ruined dark blessings!
And nothing left for me still than to circle this deathbed, for whatever I've used I have no choice left in this mess, to write on but still the voice shouted the same
So let this be the end or this might be another dead end, on a ferris wheel of great big nothing as I am the captain of a doomed universe, soon to implode!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

Musings of An Undead Gentleman

So sing for me good a raging night dirge, for now I may sleep on beds of dead symphony
And with all the dark majesties they bellow out pestilence in blazes of glory--I'd dance my life sweet
For reasons infernal as I toast for new dead, in mirth and in merriment these silent hollow laughters
So that all can be heard but much more can be felt, when an undead you are and you chose to be

And now I can save so much of all tragedy, to make myself a bouquet of black flowers
To sooth this great hunger of blood and tranquillity, for this been my life since time immemorial
A shaded being of un-ageing white grin, behind grim cloaks of black and much blood--such noble savage in flight and in feed
To scour cold roofs and towers unguarded, this immortal coil in midnight embrace, now out for your life for once and for ever!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

The End Of All Days

So maybe there is nothing much that we can do now
To change and undo what countless of years had left us to be
Of figures corporeal of mere breathing shells so cold and much denial
For this is what methinks that I have seen, and almost become so much to have been!

But now the time has come to change the tides again
No fear no doubts no past life lessons, could well delay this me for this way that I choose
For life has been kind but still bled and twined me, for none was my teacher but only of me
To tell this me of what was left and what is still right, but still I marched on like a clueless soul!

And now here again this me in restrospection
For what is left and what's more to come, for this road may it be for me or for free
Yet no one in life would greet me for here, as I give this sundown another deep sigh, waiting in vain
To the depths of the void that I stared through in still, knowing that perhaps no light shines me there!

Oh gracious me, this passed-off glee how much would I give for another but me
To walk dead in straight no lies or late sighs to see him within as I fly for reversals
Too much in this knowing oh poor smart-dumb me as to why did He choose for me but not others
To straightened all ends and ups and downs no one but God be He knows what waits for me still from the darkness encroaching!

So now it would seem I can now be excused from this mull
For this quest, this adventure of another late busride that would ply through the grey still
But for me no unwinding excursions could save this me now, or throngs of great fancies to receive me for falling
But rather I would walk once again so slowly in my steps, for a still-beating heart of an infant a-welcomed

And for the brisk-whipped odd this warm supper meal
For a man much so old yet feels not that gold
And thus the Traveler resumes still his journey
To the day of delight, and the end of all days...


SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

For Roses Left Unsullied

And to life in tired misery am I now in, sighing out loud for plains ablazed in a sad state of infamy
To roam down still these dark, black alleys of anti-social misfittings, of suits unfit even for madmen
But alas it all fell upon me to raise these ruckus back from the dead, of dreaded old scythes in blackened rust
And wages of sin paid in full but still unsettled, so amassed am I in memories that never I treasured

Now here I am alone in the streets of cold asphalt, beholding the glare, these vermillion spilled lamp posts
To find out my way as I tried to be sane but never much the same, too much of denials oh my identity I know not!
To bequeathe once or never my gleam of lost vanity, or a wisp of shorn pride, too late to but fathom, of what I've done still...
But never the answers they'd answer me gold, for a lot of my louts I'd wither them sold, in peace or in pieces these madness must cease!

So now who's all but merry for when the truths they break hearts? Am I too late to stop and rewinding?
To what of the ends must these carousels be a-spun to? For wrecked of the dusk should I just kiss or kill it all off?
Too ripe oh God please save me for I fear shadows are winning, to ride out the strong in places of no hope for redawning but how could this be?
Is this all my fault for when my world now be blackened, a pit of no sorry, but surely some help could come for me still, or are they all just husks in view of the gales?

I don't know, but somehow, I just couldn't have known just how twisted this life path could have become back then
Oh hordes of all fevers and plagues please catch me from falling for this soul now be wandering, too thick stuck in hate for whatever's that's forty
To gain naught but cold tears in the sunrise of lost nothing for the lifeless heart I carried so within
So maybe that one day they would bury me good, after all is forgotten, to dance in no infamy oh to wish I'd be there, to breathe and let go for roses left unsullied...forever!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

I Shall Miss Quintessa

I shall miss the silence of the space that's world's apart
Onto this which these stains of all strife and all life depart
But for which once these sins much denied and all griefs so imbibed
And to which now these steps did I so take for the sake of the sane...

I shall miss those sirens of sadness unwrung in all scenes so undone
For white lies and dark sighs its now time for the world to welcome me back
To meet me at this altar for pain since departed for red roses of hope that had bloomed once again
For this me unto me as I carve once again this bright path to heavens amidst all lost smiles...

And to this end of all misery I now stand at the threshold of more bright white faces!
Of things left unsaid for when the last I set out for darkness within, and darkness without for within thus remained...
And with this I decreed that shall never once again there be words of me going back into the void again!
For when the darkness enslaved you but freed are you now from clutches so cold, that this me I'd see red if ever I'd be back to the start once again!

And so now I shall miss this unruly, this darling Quintessa
For the spirits they now lurched from the void straight to the dawn and will do so forever
But this me will never forget of the place whence I came, through the land so forgotten but never forgiven
For the fires in my heart for the future battlefields, in the plane of stars for the place I once homed...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

Channelled Words From The Almighty

Free your mind from all of your worries, for all that is worrying are neither ecstatic nor standing still
Feel the freedom when the sun it rises, for this rest is for you to touch the blue sky
Paired and together your souls are but two, of man and a woman so side-by-side
Far away into the depths, of the feelings of love in all its majesty
Foreign but united this spirit be still, for all that is good is always in here!

So now all ways are shut in sadness, but fear not the day for your day's still long
Reap all the sorrow to make way for the senses, to wake up the early but never too dearly
For all of this be merely a-fleeting but not too fleeting as to make a-sleeping tonight
To rise much early I command thee to sleep, so as to perform your daily functions again!

(As channelled by Saif Mintaka at 12.36 AM, February 18th 2012, KL, Malaysia)

Another Black Folly

I sing to myself, of dirges unearthed from a buried heart
For a virgin and a whore for all to dismember, alone in foreshadowing
And the memories of another unruly deviations indebted to moribund afterthoughts
To order from chaos like chains so rattling at the gates of indignity, foretold by tongues afire

So now who dies so that others might live, to lift this headstone so heavy till damnations unfurled?
So for what am I singing for if the singeing of late flatteries it caused all sensations to return or be halted?
Are there no more sanities left to ring in the jubilations in the wake of false mourning, be still or be righteous?
And to what ends then, for it seems like forever when the last I saw light as it is and without so much tampering!

But forfeit all you want from all that was given
For this tainting of bloodletting it caused not much musings
From the touch of sorrow in the veil of loneliness, misguided at best
To the vile dust from whence we sprung, to live and fight another black folly

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012

My Dream, My Life, My Eternity

Looking back to the days of the old
When the New Year's Day was the most sacred of days in my life
I stand tall but cold, alone and sad
Tall, for whatever that Life has thrown at me all these while
I am still strong, alive and proud for who I am
Cold, for all those feelings that I have for it are gone
Lost and unmourned
A fading remembrance that I'm now far and wide
And at large unwittingly in this ever confusing world
Alone, for that's how I came and that's how I will go on
From the cradle of light under God's Ethereal Smile
To the cold dark earth of the final stopping post
A golden last sigh for a date with eternity
And sad, for whatever the things that I've been through
The thoughts of looking back are never that far away
Even though I know still, of whatever that I may see
Should ever I did turn round
May not worth a tear, a sigh or a sympathy!
For the past, though of beauty and sunshine all wrapped in smiles
Are wont to be out of reach, for all humanity and for the rest of all times
And so the future now is what I'm after, for this journey is but one of a way
From the past of my home, this road of the present
No turning back could ever be found
And the future is here, and the future is now
For 'tis now be my path of gold and silver
My dream, my life, and my eternity...