In Hushed Up Melancholy

Another pain, another sweet edges of a frail bitter fruit intuited

That this me he construed with nobody to build a better tomorrow

But neither here nor there at last for the dreams made to suffer in silence

That nay this me would he admit defeat to foes that were all made up

So now wherefores and whys are no longer needed in the realm where I'm now at

For rest assured that this me he had seen the light of day and had cherished the nights betwixt

Saved for the sullen saviour faced to him needing pride too damn much, this much I'd vouchsafe

All through the lilting agony of a madrigal played on graveyard of dreams, and tombs of smiles

And thrilling was the word that escaped me for when the acoustic guitars they did play on my laments

Freeing and a-freezing might night time be but never were they any colder than a minstrel in tears for a song

For I am but a silenced bard of many a tale that none may want to hear, for fear of truths being kept at bay

Till forever may it shake me off from my brooding, and lather me in hope for once, or at least some other solaces...

And here I am but standing again as the tears they fall from the minstrel's eyes for a company of sorrow

Unleashed far out of favours for a crowd of nothing, an encore enshroud in silence, and a wager made with oneself

Thus maltreating me with flushing of pleasure as the luthier he played september forever in the rapture of serenity enshrined in the morose, the quickening and the fleeting

To pay homage to this moss covered edifice from a bygone era as we dance together in hushed up melancholy, all the way to the light...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2013

From Eternity Blasphemed In Glee

Avowed, for the end of this season may it be that this sinuating thoughts of darkness be it departing to the red night sky anon

For this better than anyone else he sang a song sung backwards, sooner the better than to be dead for another time's unspent well to be smothered in turfs

For a kiss from the never was and never will be soulmate that everyone wants one but too scared to get out and find her again

Lest there'd be blessings that one can never ever know of, unless he or she pounced upon it in nightmares or bad-luck a-streaking!

And then this bastardised swords of old ancient myths they did show me glimpses of paranoia laced with terror

For this wanting of a home with money and wealth and happiness and care they're still on my agenda of to-do list before I die

And dying may not be good an idea for now as he walks the earth as an undead much noble and so savage well at the same time

A mozzarella a-nogging on the head of infinitesimal possibility to an unknown godhead unsmashed yet cursed upon still

So let us now prey for a better nutrient than this meat unspeakable yet relished by the masses as if orcs and uruk-hais in black ties feasting at midnight

For I am a vegetable untainted on my podium of frozen local produce trying to tell the world to love each other yet I'm revamped as yet

And I am much too bored to become a messiah for fallen statues cracked deaf and blind yet again, for falling in love with myself a crime of black passion

Yet it felt so good to walk the earth a vagrant out of love and out for lust again,  so much so that nobody in their right mind would want to listen to me now!

Thus for raptures left out of spirits then let me be with my faithful departed and beheaded for sins made of gold and black ivory again

For the world has never changed its stance for words much too cruel for these the people in their cosy bubbles fearing a pop

And yes, I'd be a liar if I didn't admit that watching them living in fear and paranoia didn't bequeath me some roses for sure

For this lasting feeling of fleeting discomfort I am here with God feeling and so reeling from eternity blasphemed in glee, so let it all pass before I now but passes!

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2013

In Seasons So Demised

Go shield on the gilded path, dear troubled soul, and may you make it good the time of your life

An island so tainted in there the troubles did so not dwell on the minds of the elite, or else foregone

And here be nowhere and here be dragons, for within this me a dark and dreary tunnel lit with hope

And within you a smart mild mannered man with tears of scarlet be wary of fear for the stormy sunrise

Forgive me my beloved, for my love is misconstrued

Torn from the loved and the thrice much corroded

But I promise you that my damned soul be be availed by the winged whites

And I shall hold you in my arms once more, as we fall again, decidedly...

Go, make haste this beauty, for this the chance for Divinity too much sore

Raid, make waste thy piety, for this the damned demands a sacred lore

Wail, be free all black chains, arise and claim your place in perusals betwixt

Rain, for much left unsaid, be soon or vacate my savage halls, to no ends anon

Be still my undying heart, to this the twinkling lights of melody shall shine pianoforte

Or reach out for the wreaths where last I saw prayers, came buried in the seas for fiestas inverted

And there my Queen, now dance and be lighted like a sage on fire or raged pontificate, where the wild roses wilted

For there is no time or space or gods or demons can save us now from our vanquished reason, to celebrate grim loving in seasons so demised...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2013

Stairways Of The Spirits

I'm sending my plight, to the stairways of the spirits, for this me he thirsts for redemption, for salvation from stains or sins dark aplenty

To this me he knows of the detriments, of the pain and punishment yet he planted himself still in the pages of snow-white supplicants

For the still nights of prayers coldly departed and it parted with him, this might not be him but none might know of what he treasures still

Such amorphous cold slighted but hopeful a bit, far beyond all hopes yet he'd still take the plunge to where it all be glowing still

Oh hail thee white angels a-faring but for Death he'd be but my Guardian, I never would have guessed in a million lifetimes of what I'm supposed to be in the eyes of Divine

A heraldry of sunshine or maybe a chance for revisions, how I'd give to get back into the light, lest we'd all forget of the source of forgiveness, and perchance feigned reverence

Tintinnabulating in between a glint of small tear-drops, or the wails of lost in-decadence, for why did this such innocent child be a demon menace now?

Another sad voiceless soul trekking in between the rail-roads of forever to get back at where the junction that splits him in half in aeternum

Now no more moans or laments or sighs be of a value still altogether for when he the nothing wend back to the start that could never welcome him again

Or could this be just another wrong turn that he'd gladly feel not to be his one and only bane in the world at large? Good enough for him to turn around again?

Oh how tired it is to see these gleaming neat notions of insipid past it came back to inundate him for this be a warrior much choked around him by the past!

And thus I would come to a conclusion amidst these uncaring silence

That forever I shall pay my dues to the One Above from start till the end

To make me a place to lay my head on for when the dark hits me high again

So as much to withstand the test of time on this moment of the edge of the finite...

 SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2013