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