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
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 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
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
Saturday, March 17, 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
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
Saturday, March 10, 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
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
Tuesday, March 6, 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
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
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