Late-Night Redemptions

The days and the years they crept up to me and then left like I wasn't even there

Time and again I would swear that Time is indeed my only sworn enemy

But what of the lessons it gives us about Life and the unknown?

Is there really an answer to everything that I'd sought and lost?

For now we have come to the month that ever I did feel cold on the onset of flowers

The day much told for the days and the months and the years to come round full circle again

Yet not too heartfelt to the likes of me of whether I did like it or not to come to past

For there was never a winter too cold than a time unawaiting for a child at heart...

And now I figured that Life and Time just gets too weird and outlandish for even this me

For yet have I seen the answer to a question I most sought after its terminus, its ending

And that concerns of why am I still living even long after I've searched for reasons I should

For it seems that even I could see that time and day did spiral and still spirals to no end!

Why indeed, that I still keep on living long after any semblance of a sort for any reason at all to live

Had since disappeared like stories of old from ruins of moss and weed, and I am still alone in this one

Am I really am the living dead of a purpose that drags on his feet for a future no reason could describe?

Or maybe I'm already dead but dreaming still like some cosmic tentacled god of one twisted mad Arab?

So indeed this way is the way for me to wend my way still 

To celebrate the birthday of a Life that maybe not meant to be

For the one who lived only til the 90's but still exists somewhat at present

In a form devoid of hope and maybe devoid of Life, seeking for God for late-night redemptions...

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2013

Another Weird Journey

Oh so this is must some other deeds so sane utmost for flipping fliers for dichotomy banished

So why are they musing of me for all that's untrusted? If there not be futile stupidity foreclosed then please show me the door!

For even if they'd allow me a safe passage forever indented with flowers or mulched with fresh bullshit, or spiringing hope from none

I could never hold them for justice or golden meadows a-banished, for this life no more be a-wasting so blatant for immediate action

So might now all be so silent and quiet but maybe twice solemn, and thrice be vendetta I could never forgive myself for march of the centuries

For it is never so sullying to think that this is all coming to an end real soon, for better or bitter pills of Life I have to swallow still, hard and so pretty

And now maybe I am ready to push all my fears for all of my life I've lived a constant fool for a mammalian warmth in the blackened snow

Too crazy for this nothing for quiet loss of smelting forlorn I am coming harder for myself in this dreadful tempt of a lacy promise

And so I end my life with a whiff of aftersmoke for a nasty retch date due for a century or two or limited stuff  free focused to ram home

That doesn't make it sweeter than it really isn't for no more great homage to humanity this me for free 'til the morning comes

Or maybe I'm too slow to realize the wake of another nightstalking this madness it brought me while I'm half in wakefulness

Oh so sorry for the riches of choice or the lack of some happy bones fried legs for another weird jouney

For this weepy whiny schmuck of a character is now prepping himself for a date...with destiny...

SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR

KL

2013