Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…
Day of the Mundane
6th dawn of the Festival of Purifications,
Year of the Caminus Canis,
The air in his cave of Adumbration is laden with sadness. A new found treasure seems inevitably would be beyond mortal grasp. Friendship, a new found one (or at least on his part), seems would only be materialized in this realm of intangibles and faceless beings. How odd does the Demon felt – to be drawn to the beauty of the man’s soul. Deep in the deepest parts of his brimstone heart, the Demon has unknowingly begun to set a foundation a shrine of great respect for this faceless friend.
The Wailer, as he comes to know him by. The words that he jotted down were the plan for the Demon's shrine of great respect. By what wounds of sorrow or by what galling of glees that made the Wailer sets his galleon’s sails to the land of the west, is beyond the comprehension of the Demon’s flailing mind.
To the wailing wailer, the Demon drinks to your safe journey. May the breath of The One and the wisdom of the Seventh Son of the Seventh Son brings Godspeed to thy galleon’s sail…
‘Peace is a journey of a thousand miles and it must be taken one step at a time.’
Lyndon B. Johnson
An unworthy gift for you…
When the Wailer Wails
when the wailer wails,
an angel’s face thus turn to pale,
as if the sky marks the coming of gale,
as if abraham’s bosom be fed with food shy not of stale.
but wailing wailer know ye not?
tripe be thy tears not,
nor thy cries be left to rot,
nor thy veins be made to knots.
O wailing wailer know you this,
haven would barter the amity you miss,
with a blanket of bliss -
made of skin and flesh and a bit of hiss.
8 comments:
just to note-
I DO read ur blog ...
as often as I can ...
maybe becos that you use such deep languages,
I can't hardly comprehend ...
if you said I write beautifully, then you've wrote meaningfully (if there's such a word or I just wanted it to rhyme, haha) ...
but I'll be always visiting ...
trying hard to read and comprehend your writings ...
i know...
dontcha worry bour that, i wrote what i wrote for my personal purposes. all are wellcome to come, to stay and sa, to go and to woe.
Lovely entry..and it was made even more resplendent when you wailed for the Wailer... such lyrical beauty, it tugs the heart strings!
me lord le count,
thank you. hope the wailer would come and accept this unworthy gift of mine.
dear demonsinme,
I do appreciate this entry of yours that bears my online moniker. I am honoured to have made an acquaintance with you. My mind is quite dishevelled for the past few days esp. by the sudden loss of my late grandmother, therefore I am sorry for this late drop-by. Thanks again!
master wailer,
the honor is all mine
masih tak faham........ hehehehe......
dokpe dok paham....
kawe pong dok paham juge...
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