Saturday, September 16, 2006

...and the more sleepless nights...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of the Pious,
16th dawn month Gerst-monath,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

First day of the ninth month of being a Slave to a Slave...

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oo(O)oo

A NOTE WITH NO RHYME
___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

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oo(O)oo

THE LAND EAST FROM HERE

there is a place in the east,
where man once were treated as burden beast,
and tears fertelize another's bliss,
where whiplash would replace a kiss,
live a man with part of his mind amiss,
forgoting the day a kris fought a christ,
remembering the day filled with blessing of a hiss,
loving the sap from a whore tities,
lavishing in lavender confusing tease.

there is a place opposite the west,
where man once laid in unholy rest,
and laughter is known by the screaming laughter of a warrior crest,
and virtues where kept in buried heavy chest,
live a man known least than best,
who wore rags of the players of chess,
and think of thoughts seen to other no more than a mess,
and held high no higher than a slave shoe dress.

there is a place in east and west mid,
where man's heart hid,
not knowing where he would bid,
in a name lost in two creed,
or to take the two composite,
or left it where lost wills writ,
knowing knot why his papa grits.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

In another time,
another tale will come.
maybe,
of the things,
the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.
but for now,
the Demon would only want to rest.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______THANK YOU_______
_______O_______

Thursday, September 14, 2006

...and i'm still waiting for the day that has not come...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…

Hari Buda-Pon Watu Gunung,
Gelincir hari ke 19 bulan ruwah,
Tahun Alip,

Hari ke 30 bulan kedelapan menjadi Hamba kepada Hamba...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

LADY ICE, SCRAWNY SCARECROW
(for now, this post will be the end for this story first written on 31st May 2006, until the day comes that The Master Dealer dealt a hand that will truly finalize this tale)

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

Once upon a time, when life is as simple as a baby's mind, lived a Scarecrow in a field owned by a gracious farmer and his sweet sweet wife.

The field was once a barren land, beautify only by dust and rivaled only by the orangey dust called sand.

But, that stop not the farmer, well let us call him - Hewhogodhathhelped, and his wife, well lets just call her TheWife, from toiling and sweating to make the once barren land fertile. They have toiled hard, they have sweat like thunder storms in the violent Northern Seas, but none and none could stop them nor yield them from making the land as it is now.

The land wher they worked their field, is an odd land. The rain that falls were like drops of sweet poison, having teh effect somewhat similar to what too much sugar could do your body (heck! Even to your sweet sex life, but that a story for another time).

But no matter how corrosive and damaging the rain was, farmer Hewhogodhathhelped and TheWive worked their field with much patient, dextirity, pride and strength. Touched by their strength, mother earth lets free her breasts and drops of her sweet sweet milk wets the thirst of the fields' thirsty throat.

Thus sprouts golden grains and velvet roses fencing the once barren field...

But, like the fate of so many lush fields which were blessed by the sweet savory dews of mother earth's sweet succulent breasts, envy would come to haunt the angelically devilish tweeties hearts that enticed them to swoop down from the sky that they roam to the fertile once barren land and heavenly peck on the golden grains.

And like so many men and women who have slaved for their land, anger comes to visit the hearts of Hewhogodhathhelped and TheWive when seeing the land that they toiled in raped and the child of their labor heavenly pecked by the bubbly cheeky chirping birds.

"Something must be done!" Hewhogodhathhelped cried, "Something must be done!" their TheWive cried, "Something will be done!" both chided in respond.

Thus, in an act of defying defence, in a cold hot night, again they both labored marking the birth of a handsome ugly scarecrow. When the cold sun of morn wake from his slumber and when his bright chase the hotness of a cold night, the world felt the first cold hot breath of a colorful lifeless being - the young stupid, scarecrow.

"Ahhhhh... what a handsomely ugly thing you are nameless scarecrow, what a handsomely ugly being you are..." said farmer Hewhogodhathhelped to the soulless smiling scarecrow.

"But farmer Hewhogodhathhelped," interrupts TheWive, "We have yet to name him, we should name him you know that don't you not?" ask TheWive.

"Yes we should," answered farmer Hewhogodhathhelped.

"Hmmmmm...a name,a name,a name...what should we name him..." both wondered in their simple minds.

"Ahhhh... I know!" cried farmer Hewhogodhathhelped, "Since we conceive him during the cold hot night, and complete him in the presence of the hot cold ray of morn, we shall call him LightOfLight - as he would be like the blinding lights that shine many many paths!" he says to his acknowledging wive.

And thus, the scrawny scarecrow began his inanimate life bearing the name LightOfLight, shouldering the responsibility of the blinding light. For thirty and a half cycles of the four seasons have past by the pavements and paths were men walk, the kitchens and living rooms where women reign, past the fields and streams where children played and past the beds and graves where pleasures gained and pleasures lost.

The scrawny scarecrow stood loyally in the midst of the golden grains of the couple toils. He stood steadfastly guarding the couple physical breath fro the envious orioles and malicious magpies. He guard the field well, so well that the enviousness and malice of the birds turn to respect that develops into friendship.

A treaty thus is made between the farming couple and the once demonically angelic birds. Mediated by the scrawny scarecrow, the farming couple agreed that a portion of their harvest would be given to the birds, in return, they would turn their envious bellies and malicious greed on the pest that ridden the fields.

Hmmm... the straws that served as the scarecrow's brain have some worth after all.

Life henceforth for the farming couple, the birds and the scrawny LightOfLight is blessed with peace, happiness, tranquility and bright shining smile. Somewhere along the multitude of the four season's cycles, LightOfLight chance upon a gem in the form of a friendship. To a soul such as he is, this was a rare find.

Fate has crossed his inanimate path with a scholar, well let us name him SouthernScholar.The SouthernScholar came from a long long line of men of wisdom. For more than 10 cycles of the four seasons their friendship blooms. The Scrawny Scarecrow trusts him with all his hollowed heart. No secrets, hatred, nor being stand as a barrier wall between them.

Until one glittering blacken shinning sunny day, where TheHand dealt the card of fate quit differently.From the five cards taken from deck of fate, a wildcard embossed with a twisted black heart emerged.

On that day, the rags that serve as The Scrawny Scarecrow's heart is given drops of reddish liquid that looks like blood. On that fateful day, The Scrawny fell for a lady of night. A lady that is dear (in a different way) to the SouthernScholar.

As surprising as it happened, so does the friendship that has blooms between The (stupid) Scrawny Scarecrow and the SouthernScholar. No more of the trust, nor loyalty, nor respect in the SouthernShcolar existence for the Scrawny Scarecrow. What is left, is all of the opposite.

And it never has changed since then. And the Scrawny Scarecrow is left as he was created - lonely and sad.

Hence, due to the unwarranted loneliness that has plague his hay-filled heart, he starts to wonder and roam the earth, not with his feet but with the his mind that has constantly been fed by the chirps of the once devilish angelic birds.

The travels that his mind went feed little bits of crumbs of happiness to him.

With those bits of crumbs of happiness, he stood steadfast, guarding the child of farmer Hewhogodhathhelped and his wife. He gave no sigh nor groans nor qualms nor complaints.No matter what pain that the acidic rain brings, nor what agonizing burn the sun spit, he stood still with a silent smile. No tears of his were seen by them nor by the birds nor by the ploughing cows.

His pain and sorrow are his own. His smile and laughter are for all.

Many a time has the Scarecrow thought, when shall all this end. Would it end when life has fled his lidless eyes, or his smile would only be alive in the memories of sands blewn by the winds? Or maybe, just maybe it would end when time itself ends. No answers came to these thoughtless questions of his.

Yet, continue he does to spot his twice inverted smile, shade his tears with sweats due to the scorching sun.

Until one day. Until that one fatefull day...

On that fatefull day, the cards of life is once again dealt in a mysterious way.

On that fate full day, the once barren field of gold was blanketed by cool whiteness - it snowed on this land which was blessed by the sweet drops of mother earth's breasts. A never before seen joyous day came to visit the people of this once cursed now blessed land. villagers youg and old, warriors and widowers, virgins and spinters came out and dance in the purest of nature's white.

But, the snows that falls ever so gently on the once barren earth is not the only mystery that occur that day. There is another.

For reasons known only by the dealer of life fate, the snow that falls congregrate in a mysteriously large amount just some few feet from the place where the ever twice inverted smiling Scarecrow stood.

There, it developed in to a tall mount - as tall as the Scarecrow. When all the snow had finally decended, the rays of the sun carved it into the most beautiful shape none have ever seen before in this land.

The sun carved it into the shape of a lady - a princess of haven's throne.

Such a beautiful sight for the lonely scarecrow's souless eyes. A sight comparable only to the morn sun of autumn. Shy the screcrow is, as he realise that his existence is but of haggering hays and shaggering rags.

But as always, and as forever has, he kept his twice inverted smile steady. Unknowingly something warm starts to grow in his hay filled chest. Warm sensation makes his chest pulsated. Picking pace day by day.

The pulses bring both awe and woos, both calm and chaos, both sooth and sadness.

"What is happening to me," he wondered...

For thirty lapse of the moon and sun the wnigmatic pulse haunts and blessed him. And every minutes of that time he never cease to wonder what is happening to him.

Until one very fine beautiful dusk, a speck of ray was reflected from the perfect carvings that form the Ice Lady eye's and like an arrow fired by a skillful marksman, it struck deep into LighofLight the Scarecrow souless eye's and down to the now thundering pulse of his hay filled chest...

Like the scream of a petrified warrior facing deathtifing defeat, the pulse of his heart paced faster and faster. Time for him is no different than than a mammoth frozen in ancient ice. All seem to stood still as the horrendous scarecrow fell deep into the thornfull brace of love.

Yes, the scarecrow has fallen in love and what sweet feeling love is - too sweet that it hurts.

For eight cycles of the seasons LightofLight the Scarecrow slumbered in beatiful masks of an ugly dream. Once too many of times in between the beautiful twirls and turns of the season's dance the scrawny scarecrow trip and tumble and be wounded, but, like a reflection of the sunlight, the wounds is hidden behind the sweetness of love - no different than the truthful searing ray of a midday sun reflected by a curved mirror.

For countless times and in countless occasions, he was wounded. What he put on shrines of respect and pure white love is moved by the Ice Lady moved to places where the hair of a broom would certainly kiss. "Patient bitterfull heart, all this would come to pass, love would mend all things broken..." would he whisper to his questioning concious and running tears, "love would mend all things broken..."

Such a fool the Scrawny Scarecrow is, such a pathetic fool he is...

For a heart that was made from the decaying strands of straws fit only as food to the silly cows that moos in complete ignorance, myths that tell tales that love would mend all things impaired and broken would drew not only carved smiles, but also intangible shrines of doubtfully divinely dizziying hope.

But, as all myths are, they remain as entertaining bed time stories to thwart fears of unseen but real demons that lurks in silent dark nights from the minds of innocent little childrens laying hopelessly in their beds. Once the story ended, and the storyteller left, the child would lay with eyes wide open in the embrace of the frightfull shadows that dance eerily softly to the sordid chimes of a moonless night eulogy.

Such is the fate of the Scrawny Scarecrow.

For the past ninety lapses of Apollo's and Diana's dance, the Scraecrow sleeps with eyes wide open hoping that the nightmare of painfull torments of love would once again be the sweet dreams told in happy ending folklores. But, much like the voice of a single ray in a dark cave, his hopes remain seen, yet untouchable by the drums that ferterlize meaningless vibrations into beautiful words in the ears of the Hands that Shuffle the Decks of life.

This nightmare has made every single steps taken by the king and queen of the twenty four kingdom of time agonizingly searingly sweet for the Scrawny Scarecrow...

For all the times that the Scrawny Scarecrow have live in this sweet nightmare, he has shoulder all the frostbites and cold taht shine form the Lady Ice glittering heart.

In his mind, he has always be humbled by the thoughts that, as all man are great scultures of God, all man could be carved and mend whenever wherever there are flaws in the design.
And as man could be mend, so thus the handyworks of man. Always, always he has hope and prayed that one day the ice that form the Ice Lady's figure would one radiate warmth not chills that make even the hottest of hell's fire froze.

But as time past by, he grew weary and weary. By each passings of a single grain of time's sand, the sweet nightmares turn beautifully ugly and ugly. He is scared.

Scared to have watched the sweet singing of teh birds that has befriended him for so long began to turn in sad sad songs. He trembles each day to see the beautiful fence of red red rose and golden shining grains kept fading and fading.

He lost love when gaining love...

He knows not what fate that lies ahead for him. All that he know is, each passing of time, he longed more and more that the bizarre clouds that birth the Ice Lady would one again come, this time, bringing her a companion made from the same icy substance that made her.

He longed for it much.

- ended, till another end develop -

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oo(O)oo

CINTA KASIH SAYANG
Sayang,

takkan ku kira banyaknya bintang,
atau laut api akan ku renang,
mahu ku tahan pedih yang bergantang,
atau ku redah bukit penuh seludang,
mahu ku menari berkalang pedang,
hanya untuk memanggil mu sayang.

Cinta,

takkan ku teguh menahan nista,
mahu ku lebuh mimpi ku cita,
atau ku tubuh intan menara,
mahu ku geruh api dan bara,
atau ku suluh mentari menyala,
hanya untuk membukti kau ku cinta.

Kasih,

takkan ku sisih kurap yang pedih,
atau ku siang daging yang lebih,
mahu ku sisih sireh yang ku surih,
atau ku sapu kusam peluh yang jerih,
mahu ku sisir janggut yang bersilih,
hanya untuk mengucapkan kasih.

Namun,

antara dua sirih,
bijaklah kau pilih,
agar ternampak kasih,
di balik cinta yang bersih,
kelak suburlah sayang,
dan bermiliklah tubuh yang tersorok di balik bayang.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

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jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkrik yang kian lewat ini,
jemari lacur ini ingin labuh di jeti mentari...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______THANK YOU_______
_______O_______

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

...and i have yet to stop falling...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…

Day of the Terribles,
12th dawn of the month Gerst-monath,
Year of the Caminus Canis.

29th day of the 8th month of being a Slave to a Slave...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

LADY ICE, SCRAWNY SCARECROW
(this and every posts after are the continued versions of the story first written on 31st May 2006)

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo


___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

The Other Side of the Moon

said a lover to a lover,
such beauty the sky uncover,
such whiteness and purity that seem to last forever,
makes hate's heart quiver and shiver...

said a husband to a wife,
night be silent not meaning there's not life,
night be shine by those that strive,
as an offering to a bearer my dreams archived....
said a father to a son,
i'm rested when darkness brace the sun,
i'm blessed with the howl of a moon son,
marks my rest after we a day that we have run...

said an aged to the young,
rest the hatred that you have sung,
rest it best cause its's time your mother pick the clothes that she has strung,
for there's once too many her heart you wronged...

said my shadow to my soul,
come night why must you foul,
listen close to the song of an owl,
telling the time when this body in earth it cowls.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
In another time,
another tale will come...
maybe,
of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave...

but for now,
the Demon would only want to rest...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______THANK YOU_______
_______O_______

Thursday, August 31, 2006

...and i shall once again fall...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…

Hari Kliwon-Klawu,
Sore ke 6 Shaban/Ruwah,
Tahun Alip,

Hari ke 17 bulan ke 8 menjadi hamba kepada Hamba …

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

LADY ICE, SCRAWNY SCARECROW
(this and every posts after are the continued versions of the story first written on 31st May 2006)

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

Gemini My Love

gemini my love,
my darkness thy shove,
my light thy drove,
my still thy shake,
my fate thy make,
my fear thy wake,
my weak thy mock,
yet my heart thy lock.

why gemini why,
love be the truest of lies,
told by a mirrored faced,
one that has many graced,
forming another that has been glazed,
that set the snow ablazed,
and make a crazy man died amazed.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

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jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkrik yang kian lewat ini,
jemari lacur ini ingin labuh di jeti mentari...
___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______THANK YOU_______
_______O_______

Saturday, August 05, 2006

...and in some other time the smiles would flee...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...
Day of the Pious,
5th day of the month Weod-monath,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

16th of being a slave to a slave...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

LADY ICE, SCRAWNY SCARECROW
(this and every posts after are the continued versions of the story first written on 31st May 2006)

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

- to be continued (yet again) -

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

like Adam in paradise

like Adam in paradise,
with the things marked with nice,
where deeds still blanket the unknown vice,
where pleasures comes with no price,
where no worries one would come to realise,

man would live in the truest of lies.

like Adam under the forbideen tree,
when the snake snoop with a sinister glee,
in moments when bliss is just about to flee,
with trials which a bosom would ask as fees,
when light is seen like what the blind sees,

man would lay on a bed of bees.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

In another time,another tale will come.

maybe,

of the things,the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.

but for now,

the Demon would only want to rest.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______THANK YOU_______
_______O_______

Thursday, July 27, 2006

...and sometimes the smiles do come to visit...

Assalamualaikum dan sejahteralah ke atas kamu...

1 Rejeb 1939,
Kamis (Respati) Kliwon - Menail
Tahun Alip.

Hari ke 11 menjadi hamba kepada hamba...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

LADY ICE, SCRAWNY SCARECROW
(this and every posts after are the continued versions of the story first written on 31st May 2006)
___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo


___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

No Poem Today

no poem today,
as I am gay,
not in your mind's way,
but in the form of misfortune away.

no words today,
as me forehead shall be laid,
not in the way you would want it to be said,
but in the way that a man is made.

no tears tonight,
as me black begins to hide,
not true to the meaning of pride,
but in the way of a beggar's stride.

**just a note**
I won a Samsung sgh-X820
I got confirmed today
I finally realized that I have not been gratefull enough to God
even with all the blessings that He has graced me life
- and that made me feel really bad -
___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

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jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,
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jemari lacur ini ingin labuh di jeti mentari
___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______TERIMA KASIH_______
_______O_______

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

...and the harder the tears are...

Assalamualaikum peace be upon you ...

Day of the Mundanes,
24th dawn of the Month of the Hay,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

9th day of the 5th month in a life as a Slave to a Slave...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

LADY ICE, SCRAWNY SCARECROW
(this and every posts after are the continued versions of the story first written on 31st May 2006)
- to be continued (yet again) -
___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
Scroll up, maybe, just maybe, you will find what I have lost...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

milik yang tiada bertuan

hening subuh,
bening senja,
harum sungguh bau seroja,
terpegang hanya dek dua rongga,
tersentuh hanya dek yang tak terpurus dua,
terharap hanya dek sang wira purba,
terbina hanya dek mimpi jiwa,
terkota hanya tatkala maut tiba,
terlupus hanya dek pengganti jiwa.

terjawab hanya dek bulan di riba.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

hadap irama cengkerik yang lain nanti,
jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkrik yang kian lewat ini,
jemari lacur ini ingin labuh di jeti mentari.
___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______TERIMA KASIH_______
_______O_______

Friday, July 21, 2006

...the more the ahhh...

Assalamualaikum dan sejahteralah ke atas kamu...

Hari Respati Pon - Uye,
23 Jumadilakir 1939,
Tahun Alip.

Hari ke 5, bulan ke 5 menjadi hamba kepada hamba...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

LADY ICE, SCRAWNY SCARECROW

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

- to be continued (yet again) -

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

Lone Star

shining bright above my head,
in shades that hide the red,
in red where blue is bred,
on a background where all colors fled.

a picture of hope that shall not be denied,
in denial of a fate that envy lies,
in an existence seen by only those unseen.
and only known by a nameless name.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

In another time,
another tale will come.
maybe,

of the things,
the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.

but for now,
the Demon would only want to rest.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______THANK YOU_______
_______O_______

Monday, July 17, 2006

...and i hate that i have to hate...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of the Terribles,
17th dawn of the Month of the Hay,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

2nd day of the 5th month in a life as a Slave to a Slave...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

Ice Lady, Scrawny Scarecrow

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
Scroll up, and maybe, just maybe you'll find what i have lost...
___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

Earth

a being of countless age,
a face of a thousand look,
a smile of a million happiness,
a happiness of a thousand laughters,
a wisdom of a thousand sages,

but, a sadness of a single tear.

a day with a million steps,
a night with an eternity of dances,
a dawn with a thousand flowers,
a dusk with a gargantuan yawns,

yet, rested only on a broken arm.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

In another time,
another tale will come.

maybe,

of the things,
the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.

but for now,
the Demon would only want to rest.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______THANK YOU_______
_______O_______

Sunday, July 16, 2006

...and another tale that begining to stale...

Assalamualaikum dan sejahteralah ke atas kamu...

Hari Redite Wage - Uye,
19 Jumadilakir 1939,
Tahun Alip.

Hari pertama, bulan kelima menjadi hamba kepada Hamba...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

scroll up, and maybe tou'll find what i have lost...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

You

you are one part of me is,
you are one part of me bliss,
you are one part of me kiss,
you are one part of me that naught hiss,
yet,
you are one part of me pain,
you are one part of me rain,
you are one part of me I wish to slain,
you are one part of me disdain.

hurt am I naught by what the other thought,
hurt am I do by the battle that you fight with me naught,
hurt am I do by you rusting iron rod.
you killed me.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

In another time,
another tale will come.
maybe,
of the things,
the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.
but for now,
the Demon would only rest.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______THANK YOU_______
_______O_______

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

...the more i long for the things i lost...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of the Terribles,
11th dawn of the Month of the Hay,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

26th day of the 4th month in a life as a Slave to a Slave...
___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

look up, and you may find what i have lost...
___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

In another time,
another tale will come,
maybe,
of the things that the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave,
For now,
the Demon would only...
rest.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

...the more I miss you too...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of Weakening,
31 dawn of the Month of Blossoming,
Year of the Caminus Canis,


16th day, 3rd month in a life as a Slave to a Slave...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

IT HAS BEEN QUIT A WHILE SINCE I WRITE ANYTHING ABOUT NOTHING,

SO BE WARNED FRIENDS OR FOE IN SHEEP CLOTHING,

WHAT I WROTE HENCE FORTH MIGHT NOT SUIT YOUR YEARNING,

BECAUSE MY MIND HATH COMETH TO THE TIME CALLED EVENING,

WHAT YOU SAW MIGHT ENTICE YOU OF THOUGHTS OF LEAVING,

THE WORDS THAT I WEAVE SPELLS THOUGHTS SO SICKENING,

SO BE WARNED OF THIS MIND MADE OF NOTHING.
these following words are deemed to be ramblings,
the sort that many would know a mental masturbation,
verbal diarrhea,
adulteration of creation.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

Ice Lady, Scrawny Scarecrow

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

the continued part of this story is above this post....

Monday, April 24, 2006

...the more winding the road gets...

Assalamualaikum dan sejahteralah ke atas kamu...

Hari Senin Umanis – Sungsang,
Siang ke 9 Mulud 1928,
Tahun Alip.

Hari ke 30, bulan kedua menjadi hamba kepada Hamba...

___________ooOoo___________
oO(O)Oo
Batu terukir nyawa
_________________________________________
Telah beribu kali sang suria bersilih tempat dengan sang purnama, namun, di tapak purba ini tetap gagah berdiri dengan rapuh batu yang diberikan rupa ini.

Satu waktu dahulu, tika hangat mentari masih lagi diselimuti godaan sang bayu dari utara, pernah Sang Batu menjadi dewa kepada Sang Pari-Pari bersayap putih, berdebu kupu-kupu.
Tak kira waktu, tanpa iseng Sang pari-pari membalut Sang Batu dengan kucup ikab yang sepanas nafas Sang Ijajil.

Amat indah sekali nikmat pawana ini.

Namun, bila selimut dingin bayu utara mencicit ketakutan bila mentari pagi meningkat usia, Sang Pari-Pari mula meminta diri dengan takzim yang amat sinis sekali.

Tinggallah Sang Batu sendiri. Bekas-bekas kucupan ikab pun mula menampakkan rupanya yang jati. Pedihnya amat terasa, namun, sudah menjadi resam batu yang diukir nyawa, tangisnya tiada berupa. Hanya berharap pada titis-titis ehsan dari langit yang kering mengukir denai unutk tangis yang tiada rupa.

Sang Batu amat kepingin untuk mundur, setidak-tidaknya mandir.

Namun, nyawanya hanya satu ukiran. Kaki tegapnya tak mungkin akan teralih walau seinci pun.
Tetap dia terpaku di tapak purba itu.

Tika usia mentari makin meningkat, hijab tuan kepada para Malaikat mula tersingkap. Di sisi telapak kakinya yang terpaku, tumbuh mawar-mawar biru. Ah, harum sekali baunya, bisa buat hati gundah terlena.

Tapi apakan daya.

Sang Batu kan tetap begitu. Harum bau mawar biru hanya dapat dihidu dengan nyanyian ciak-ciak yang datang berlagu, tidak dengan jantung yang berdegup laju.

Tetaplah Sang Batu begitu, sayu.

___________ooOoo___________
oO(O)Oo
Glosari
pari-pari = fairies
iseng = kecewa
ijajil = the devil
ikab = seksa
pawana = api

___________ooOoo___________
oO(O)Oo
insan bernama aku

Berlutut di kaki ibu,
anak kecil menagis sayu,
menyesali ceritera lalu.

Bersujud di kaki ayah,
menitis mutiara ibu bersama kesah,
mengenang anaknya sayu dan lemah.

Sakit luka berdarah,
tercalar lebar berdarah,
di denai duri bersepah.

Bertalqin mendayu-dayu,
batu nesan retak seribu,
pada insan bernama aku.

___________ooOoo___________
oO(O)Oo
hadap irama cengkerik yang lain nanti,
jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkrik yang kian lewat ini,
jemari lacur ini ingin berlabuh di jeti mentari.

___________ooOoo___________
TERIMA KASIH
___________ooOoo___________
oO(O)Oo

Saturday, April 22, 2006

...the lonelier it gets...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of the Blithe,
22nd dawn of the Time of the Growing Moon,
Year of the Caminus Canis.

29th day, 2nd month in the life of a Slave to a Slave...

___________ooOoo___________

The Demon and the Child

Laying down on the green Grass of Levamentumi, the stared at the great blue yonder, pondering upon his existence in this world.

It has been once too many that the Demon heard whispers in the wind telling him that life is beautiful, and far too many times has he heard the birds singing the songs that embraces the theme of a blessed life.

He grew weary of all these whispers and songs.

He grew weary and tired of loving, caring, respecting and humbling himself. He grew tired of the lessons that the One True Master trying to teach him.

He grew weary and tired.

Deep in the black brimstone walls of his heart, the Demon long for freedom. The Demon has longed for the kind of freedom that many would deem as deviant to any idols or entity seen or unseen.

He longed for it badly.

The Demon is now a creature true to the name that his rotting flesh embodied.

The Child that Everyone Hate to Love, the Demon's invisible twin, a being that has forever been at war with him in the arena of life is losing the battle. The red beating clot blood that both shared drip tears of sadness for this realization.

If ever, either one of them loses letting the other reign supreme. Than this red beating clot of blood would cease to exist. And all would be the beginning of an end to everything that love has touched, even those that love touch with a touch as light as a gentle breeze.

___________ooOoo___________

Glossary
Levamentum = solace

___________ooOoo___________

The Tales of Me

In the beginning,
hide the end,
in the end,
hide the begining.
In this life,
I have a yearning,
a yearning that I would have,
of the things seen by only the blind,
of hope held high by only the ones hope denied,
to be free,
to roam,
amongst the beautiful dead roses,
between dry green leaves,
to be free,
to be truly free.

___________ooOoo___________

In another time,
another tale will come.
maybe,
of the things,
the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.

but for now,
the Demon would only rest.

___________ooOoo___________

THANK YOU
___________ooOoo___________

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

...the more life I lived...

Assalamualaikum dan sejahteralah ke atas kamu...

Hari Soma Paing Warigadian,
Siang ke 11 Mulud 1939,
Tahun Alip.

Hari ke 18, bulan kedua menjadi hamba kepada Hamba...
___________ooOoo___________

Darah Merah Nan Sebuku

Hari ini tanah gersang ini ditimpa hujan lagi.

Rahmat atau laknat, ntahlah, Sang Siluman Alami ini tidak pula tahu. Jika ia rahmat, maka tangis langit yang menimpa tanah ini mana mungkin bertukar menjadi aliran air yang berkarat. Jika ini laknat, mana mungkin tanah keras ini berubah menjadi selut-selut lembut yang bisa menyuburkan jerami kering yang terbaring.

Ntahlah.

Biar berapa banyak musim berselisih, masih gagal Sang Siluman Alami ini memahami tujuan disebalik titis air mata permaidani putih di bawah tapak sang mentari.
Terkadang kala, titi-titis itu bak jari mulus anak dara sunti yang mengurut keresahan makhluk yang bernama lelaki.

Terkadang kala pula, titis-titis itu bak duri mencakari kaki anak kecil yang menyusuri benteng-bentang padi.

Sakit sekali. Nikmat sekali. Aduh! Pening sekali.

"Aneh ya, bagaimana tanah gersang lagi usang itu tampak tiada beza dari sebuku darah merah dalam dada anak-anak adam?" bisik suara angin yang menemani titis tangis awan.

"Ya, cukup aneh," minda melayang Sang Siluman Alami.

"Tanah gersang dulunya subur kini gersang lagi usang," siulan desir titis tangis langit berlaga angin yang melintang lintasnya,"ntah bila warna hijau kan kembali bangkit dari kuburnya."

___________ooOoo___________

Darah Merah Nan Sebuku

Di balik urat berselirat,
dilindung darah darah yang tak penat bersilat,
ditanggung sang tulang empat kerat,
dipangku sang kudrat,
duduk sebuku darah berehat.

Tatkala ia,
memandang ke barat,
tampaklah kilat,
menoleh ke timur,
ternampak tapak sumur,
menjenguk ke utara,
terjengah bara,
menjeling ke selatan,
terhendap beban.

Ntah bila?
buku darah ini bertanya,
mati jalan yang tak tahu mana hala,
Mungkin,
jawab satu suara,
bila nesan menjadi saudara.

___________ooOoo___________

Glosari
Siluman = spirit

___________ooOoo___________
hadap irama cengkerik yang lain nanti,
jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkrik yang kian lewat ini,
jemari lacur ini ingin labuh di jeti mentari
___________ooOoo___________
THANK YOU
___________ooOoo___________

Friday, April 07, 2006

...the more time I lose...

Asslamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of the Mundanes,
6th dawn of the Time of Growing Moon,
Year of the Caminus Canis.
17th day of the 2nd month of being a Slave to the Slaves of Lucre...
___________ooOoo___________

Maturely Immature

It has been nearly three months since the Demon be made slave to the Slaves of Lucre...

and more than ten beautiful blistering months since the Demon first met and fell in love with the lovely Princess...
and more than ten years the Demon has befriended the Mamak Bendahara...

and more than 13 years the Demon has befriended the King...
and more than 18 years the Demon has befriended the Jester...

and more than 30 years, 2 months and 11 days the Demon first drawn his first breath as a Arrogant Child to the ever patient Regents...

Yet he is still an immature child.
He has always wondered, no, confused actually. Always has he thought that it is a curse – this state of being a slave to the Slaves of Lucre. Always for the Demon, this state of life is a cage made of the Sordid Steel of a Lost Mind.

How wrong he was.
This state of life is actually a 'tutorial' for him from the One True Master. In this state of life he saw the colors of life, the silent songs of life and the meaning of life. The sourness that he thought he tasted was in truth, sweetness.

True, a life as a slave tolls the flesh, but even truer that a life as a slave in the mortal planes enriches the mind, fortify the soul.

As a slave, he saw, the things that meant to be seen...
The Demon saw, understood now that no matter how painful it is to love the Princess, it is a beautiful feeling, the most wonderful of all.

The Demon saw, understood now that no matter how minimal were the words exchanged between him and the Mamak Bendahara, the years of friendship is still strong, as strong as the mighty sky above his head.
The Demon saw, understood now that no matter how high has the King climbed the mounts of Aurarius, it is done with pain, sweat and patient.

The Demon saw, understood now that no matter how much dirt of sins cling to the white linens of the Jester’s body, it is washable by the sweet slow flow of the River of Castussum.
And,

The Demon saw, understood that every breath he has taken and would be taking will never settle the debt of Animare he owed the Regents.
And he knew and understood now that no matter how old he get, he is still and forever will be maturely immature.

___________ooOoo___________
Said the Sahara to the Sun

Said the Sahara to the Sun,
what do you want?
is it not enough that you made the trees run?
or have you yet had your fun?

Said the Sahara to the Sun,
why did you drink my river dry?
why must you left me with no tears to cry?
why must you made the past seems like a lie?

Answered the Sun to the Sahara,
my wanting is to like a painting,
painted by the markings of the running trees,
so that you learn the meaning of glee.

Answered the sun to the Sahara,
I drink not your river dry,
I made oasis so that only the vultures cry,
so that the dates may not be dried.
___________ooOoo___________
Glossary

Lucre = money/wealthSordid
Steel of a Lost Mind = the bars that only the mind can make
Aurarius = goldCastussum = piety
___________ooOoo___________

Monday, March 27, 2006

...the badder I am...

Assalamualaikum dan sejahtera ke atas kamu...
Hari Redite Paing-Gumbreg,
Subuh ke 25 Sapar/Kawolu,
Tahun Alip.

Hari kedelapan, bulan kedua menjadi hamba kepada Hamba...
___________ooOoo___________

Nama Saya...
(sila isikan nama saya seperti yang Kamu mahukan)

Di sebuah tempat bernama Tempat di Mana Saya Berjumpa Kamu Kali Pertama (untuk memudahkan perjalanan cerita bengong ini, nama tempat ditukar kepda TdMSBKKP).

TdMSBKKP merupakan tempat yang amat indah sekali. Di sini, warna daun pokok ialah warna yang Kamu ingin tokok. Tinggi pokok mengikut kiraan kaki kontot Kamu. Awan hitam di langit kelam memberikan cahaya suram kepada sesiapa sahaja yang kamu terlebih sayangkan. Rumput hijau merupakan sajian diraja kepada mereka yang kamu terlampau hormatkan.

Di TdMSBKKP, Saya bertemu dengan Kamu. Ini tempat Kamu, maka sudah sepatutnya ia menurut perundangan yang Kamu tetapkan. Kamu tuan di tanah ini, bukan yang Satu lagi (ye la, dia banyak benar cakapnya, semua nak kena di ikut, macam lah kita ni a simple pak turut!).

Saat mula Saya bertemu dengan Kamu, hati Saya tak segan dengan degup yang tak kurang dari bunyi meletup.
Kamu sungguh anggun, tampan, hebat, bergaya dan indah tercipta lagak seorang hamba sahaya. (Eh! Silap! Hamba sahaya itu Saya! Sorry, Saya sembab!).

Seperti yang telah menjadi ketetapan, mesti ada satu protokol masa pertama kali bertemu yang wajib dipatuhi setiap kali setiap satu daripada Saya dan Kamu bertemu setiap Saya atau Kamu atau kedua-duanya sekali.

Oleh sebab ini tanah Kamu, maka protokolnya ialah protokol Kamu.

Protokolnya seperti dibawah;

  1. Protokol berdirinya Kamu

    Berdiri dengan keadaan yang paling angkuh, hidung mesti ditunjukkan ke langit. Melihat siapa sahaja yang menghampiri dengan hujung mata. Senyum wajib dalam bentuk yang paling sinis.

  2. Protokol berdirinya Saya

    Saya mesti menghampiri kamu dengan kepala ditundukkan ke bumi. Hidung mesti direnyukkan dengan penuh rendah diri. Melihat Kamu yang hendak dihampiri hanya dalam keadaan di mana tubuh Kamu melindungi matahari. Senyum dalam bentuk yang paling manis.

  3. Protokol perkenal diri Saya

    Selaku pendatang, Saya mesti menamakan nama Saya seperti nama yang yang dinamakan Kamu. Umur Saya tidak boleh sama sekali melebihi umur Kamu. Tempat di mana Saya datang wajib lebih rendah dari tapak kasut Kamu. Segala pendapat yang mahu diutarakan wajib menurut Utara Kamu.

  4. Protokol perkenal diri Kamu

    Selaku tuan rumah, Kamu mesti menamakan Saya seperti nama yang bukan Saya mahukan. Umur kamu mesti dieja untuk Saya (ini kerana setiap saya yang datang merupakan makhluk yang lemah akalnya). Tunjuk dan wajibkan Saya untuk mengikut Utara Kamu kerana dia hanya tahu Selatan Saya.

  5. Protokol pertuturan Saya

    Setiap bicara Saya hendaklah mengulangi setiap pertuturan Saya.

  6. Protokol pertuturan Kamu

    Setiap bicara Kamu ialah pertuturan Saya.

___________ooOoo___________

Saya

Saya adalah kamu,
Datang dari satu ibu,
Ibu dari yang beribu.

Kamu adalah aku,
Datang dari ibu,
Ibu yang dating dari kamu.

Saya, Kamu keliru,
Mengira beribu batu,
Sedang batu itu satu.


___________ooOoo__________

A Gift for You

God,

I was awakened by the thunders of the night,

Came fright taking the place of my might,

On my knee thus I whisper you my plight,

Blanket O God this love the warmth of light,

That tomorrow’s sun shine this love so bright,

That fright comes no more in tomorrow’s night,

That this love would forever be my rites,

Even when I lay with no more might,

Below thy land filled with unworthy sight.

---O---

My princess, I love you.

___________ooOoo__________

hadap irama cengkerik yang lain nanti,
jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkrik yang kian lewat ini,
jemari lacur ini ingin labuh di jeti mentari.

__________ooOoo__________