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