Travellers In The Road Of Life

Alone...desperate for the light...intangible from darkness, embalmed!

In here there is nothing, in here there is the void, and I am the keeper of darkness, so wretched

And none has so did come passing here of late, pay me a coin to let me now take them

Instead all alone, for the borrowed time of much pondering now here I speak again!

I hear lots of more stuff than most humans do, the sun, the moon, they speak to me still

And me to them, all of them from earth and heaven, yet I am still alacking in something

Or maybe something is alacking in me, to the whims of the fancy or the hushed and ineffable?

Ordained and in a search, along these dark cold alleys where even the dead can get lost?

Forlorn for this is me, in high thrones of darkness or glancing the throes of dawning figures

Portraying the realm of where I did dwell, in all but a word and that word is but death!

Or this me he'd waltz on the floors of chequered in aeternum, for lasting brief impression

Amidst the dancing of surrogate selves in their quest for monthly wages, spurned by pain

O muses of the hour still sequenced friends, help me in debunking this mythic fright silence

For all the corralled indignant deranged mud boffin I'd scour the land for a piece of glass again

Ensuring disharmony in dimness in check, lest they'd all be leased to grieve the new demoting?

Or hallowed may it be shall I address this me for when the angels did dance, in hazy pitch black mornings?

Oh me, inhale thee now this pride of worth a shilling, for there's no sense in crying for as long as you're walking

In truth that this trek did we choose for us and suits us well for when did we last checked, a vagabond through minefields

For only did pride did our way so wrong to as before the limelight switched, for you know it very well that none would understand us?

And so make sure that this curtain call be the last of our journeys delayed, for only the road would it sustains us, and only the road would it makes us remember

That we are but Travellers in the Road of Life
With some are best kept quiet and stilled, pray tell forever
And some might not even know of what happened at all!

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2013

Your Divine Secret

I heal the seal of magick, from the depths of karma so sickeningly spot-on

Of what has happened not exactly what I wanted but hey, who would suspect much?

And now I believe that this month I kid you not that I hate you God, of why do I feel that everything that I do

Would materialize in an instant in the form of that sickeningly pissed-off feeling that you're toying with my fate again?

God, why must everything feels upside down or unhatched at best, whenever I pulled an awkward stunt with a member of humanity

Though its not really that big of a deal to me, but hey, why do You have to reset all my Providence button just like that?

Why didn't You understand that all this are just human mishaps, a misadventure at worst, but to You, You just have to make me suffer out of one teensy-weensy bit of mistake

While at the same time You tell the masses that You are not cruel and petty, how many faces do You have, huh?

God, I hate You, I really hate it when everytime it happens, instead of giving me a time-out to feel sorry and grieve for what I've done

You only made it worse by making the situation turning into an analogy of a gigantic pressure cooker, in which my only way of repenting is to beat myself blind

Quadrupled to that when the pressure now it cooks me, the more intense I shall punish myself, while You did nothing but watch me acting all so stupid!

I can't believe You could be that cruel! Why can't you just let me suffer my awkward moments in silence? Why must you intensify my already tormenting atonement acts?

Enough! I've had enough of these schmucks, dear God, please, stop doing that! You're supposed to be my shoulder to cry on, my bosom to weep at my failures and not this!

You're making me feel more and more of imagining You in my mind as a sick entity who loves to torture penitent people instead of raising their face back to Heaven, You sicken me, You got that? You do!

Now go and find some other means to torment me for whatever that I've said in here out of all honesty, and let me remember that it was You who told me that honesty was a part of Your Divine Secret

What could be more truthful than that, dear God? Why is it that it feels so wrong for me to feel bad for my mistakes and then You came and make it worse?

Prove to me that I'm wrong to think of You this way!

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2013

This Paper Of Sand And Dust

So alone...no where to go...no reason to live

Here in this midnight...where silence plays a tune

Forlorn in a minute...a longing...this dance of shadows

The blatant truth of gone...still singeing my soul

The hum of the fan...the glowing white monitor

This worn out keyboard...and cans of deep drink

A saviour of tomorrow...but sorrow eats emptiness

The dining...the writhing...and the pining...in my dark room

The dream that goes to nowhere...the faith in God afar

Of where and when and why... and society that stays so shut

To whom should I send this rambling...how far can I go from here?

So long have I but scribbled...on this paper of sand and dust...to what ends?

How long now...must I keep on living...must I keep on wishing

And to hold the sky...falling backwards...what ill-willed fate is this?

I sense no lifeline...blank beckoning...false hopes...pouncing on dirt...

Till all are but carvings...intaglios...on this stone of a heart...

Killing hopes...wishing death...biding time...

Feeling lost...breaths of pain...then came demise

Wrapped in insolence...flown by deception

And in the end...there's destiny...unneeded...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2013

This Road Of Hell And Heaven

Cold, I'm feeling cold, inside this midnight hour of another day of sacrament, a moment for the blessed yet the world sleeps still

And here I did tally, on how my mind rallies, to finish this musing of poetic inspired, all riled up to the end as the night time progresses

A monster habit in a silent obsession, to see the world like others don't, and even more defined my senses it seems to be tonight

For on this chair before the glowing screen I'm feeling the blessed, such is the night for the one without sleep, without aim

And now as this sweetly breezing night flow caresses me whole, I slip slide and wonder for what this month brings, of all for the letter or maybe sight better

In the fetter of the moment till my rising comes, oh shame now thee the night for failing to conjoin me! For I am icy so long much even the angels still dance, then cower in darkness for nightly delights!

As such that this me till pining for salvation did knock him to senses, for a fleeting of solace to the highest forgiveness, deep through the heart so honest and justly

That he was never fond of his God but he loves that Guy still, through which much madness and bliss had they'd come be staying, for as long as he could call them!

And so I may now free myself from saying that this bondage, this bond between worlds of the living and the fantasy of the few, can't keep up feeding my wrath to let go

For within now between me and God they keep coming for more till I never saw heaven the same, fuelled up and roaring as the fan spinning next to me, agape and breezy

So that I can never stop finding in this short lifetime of mine, the way to the salvation truthful, from this many so fake and even more I can take

Till the end of this month for another happy one, as this one with all spirit he laughs not and smiles less, for this road of hell and heaven so flatlined since, for he knows that he can't go back there no more...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2013

Where I've Lost It All

In the ream of delusional winter light's subdued, neither do I know nor did the world at large ever acknowledged the act of death of hope

For I am a child who is playing all by himself under a grey blue curtain of a certain becoming afternoon, dwelling on his own fantasy in the face of all apathy

I cannot imagine how he would grow up inside this whole other head in another universe whereas yours truly he died yet again for another day in reality enveloped

Feet, for this feat of courage to keep on hurting his already broken heart by the world that once welcomed him, now let him be like some unpopular piece of furniture!

Oh such poison I'd be writing again for as these words now they'd take me, I can never aloud be much saying that this is I on a wild and sombre fancy free outing from the past

For this summer's silent agony of within for without here I am so walking aimlessly in the sun waiting for another sensation to come

Or lest one could forget that it is here that this boy split apart to become a pair, of each they'd live in different worlds and destined never to meet

And this might be the next sad story of ages if only the author lives long enough to even begin the telling, forever he's bound for essential anathema from evils untold

Then swing low now, my friends, for only I am the one who exists among us all, for the rest are but figments of loneliness carved into reveries

That neither ghosts nor creatures of the night be they dare to commit to light this fear of the unknown, for a loathing that would kill even the ugliest of truths, this much is true

And dour was the lightning that struck in the midnight hour of this attic where humanity forgot, my childhood oedema untreated till festered to be a man so hateful of society

And remarkable it is to know that all these while I would only tread the dark and light so clear and smooth like a funeral on whitest snow, lest condemning be my fantasies till never will they find, where I've lost it all...

Good Night.

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2013

Hymns of A Dragon Lancer Part 4

The Wise Dragon's Musings

Forsooth so it's true, that some foul demon king had laid waste the lands and subjugated those royals

And another no less true, that I've been forewarned about the search for the one who could defeat that thing

But how oh how could I imagine the means to obtain, that one awesome weapon that bears my great skills

Without much brave souls to cower and run, before my meagre yet gargantuan sight?

For this be the Grand Under King of Gormbrakh the Third, forger/keeper of the Lights Unforeseen

The grand lance of steel and much more white magick, crafted by many moonbeams and even more eclipses

Made from the star that travels in tails, of pieces they glowed, placed on five altars on some sacred Solstice

Of this much that I've laboured, yet no thanks and what's more, they deemed me a menace, no respects still as yet!

And thus have I waited, through peace and accords, and madness and betrayal, such games not so good

Where these humans and these fey folks, through their dancing and prancing and still some more stabbing

I did sigh for more and much boredom for the time when this dark beats all midnight, and buried all hopes

In my humble low kingdom, of deep underground, where dwarves and stink trolls still dig up in greed

And fires and heat they'd be dancing around me, aflame still my throne as I gleam on my treasures

Kish-Maena his name did once tried a parley, an accord for all the treasures so dark, but then I said no

His anger and madness, no sense as to me, for none may did know, that I know of his past, and he of mine

Of creatures of Balance, this Universe at large, for one drop of light, another be darkness, such is the Law

And thus we could not disrupt that great Seal, and so I shall wait, for this hero to come!

The One who will come, to redress injustice, undo that's of darkness, and save the lands for future messes

When even the Monarchs might do little to save but their world, I shall put my faith and hope, for a championship blessing

To whoever be so worthy as to find my being here, and read all my rules, and play but my quests (may God they succeed)

And so I did say, whatever needs saying, so be off now with you, sad bards in heralds, lest you'd become, my snack of the day?

Heheheh...

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2013