THE MORE THE DEMON IN ME GROW...

...and now don't get mad...

2008-10-23T03:35:00.005+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

This be the second week of the eighth month,

Month of the Moon of the Changing Season,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Ratus,

18th day of the fifth month since the tears is hidden...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

DANCE WITH ME

(updated as at 2.30 a.m. 18th November 2008)

___________ooOoo___________

He who believes in The Ignored and the Land at the End of Time,

if he witnesses any matter he should talk in good terms about it or keep quiet. Act kindly towards woman,

for woman is created from a rib,

the most crooked part of the rib is its top.

If you attempt to straighten it,

you will break it, and if you leave it,

its crookedness will remain there.

So act kindly towards women.

A believing man should not hate a believing woman,

it he dislikes one of her characteristics, he will be pleased with another.

- Forgotten Words of The Forgotten Man

___________ooOoo___________

WITH all the courage that could be mustered, he walks to the center of the Garden of Thorns.

There, Eves of the Haven run and play, sang and sit, smile and shied.

A havenly heavenly place or a hellish space - a question yet to be answered…

He continued his slow swaggering pace to that place occupying a space that makes an amazed man amused.

Those swaggering pace stop only a few inches from the Golden Gates of the Garden of Thorns.

"Hmmm...It smells nice here," he mind begins to thought, "happiness is just beyond these gates."

Tremble hands of his held the handles of the gates, and with a short sigh of relief that sounded more like a breath of fear, they pushed them open.

The moment that the end of his shadows kisses those of the Eves of the Haven, silence broke free from laughter.

And, in the wake of silence, came sinuous stares that hid behind sweet sweet smiles...

Such sweet smiles they gave him, such piercing stares they showed him.

So sweet and so piercing that he is oblivious of the blood that trickles from numerous unseen wounds.

It seems that their heavenly beauty masks the pain that he should be feeling right now.

"Oh poor, poor man," they began to say with voices comparable only with a nightingale's song, "You look so tired by the journey here, allow us to quench thy thirst," said one that seems to be the matriarch of the Eves.

With a snap of her slender fingers, two of the Eves walk as if being carried the lightest of breeze to him, carrying a golden glass and a wooden mug...

"Slay your thirst poor being," said the matriarch, "you travel seem to have drained you much, slay your thirst and rejuvenate your strength so that your lust will be once again bold."

She said what she said with a sinister smile.

"Lust? I wish not my lust to last. I wish only to rejuvenate love, my love for a heart to calm the chaos of my soul," was his reply to the matriarch.

"Oh? and that too shall be remedied," was her answer, laced with another sinister smile.

With that, the Limp took the Golden Glass and drank his fill.

"What is this drink that have the might more than water do and slew my thirst bursting my dexterity?" asked the Limp with awe and gratefulness.

"It's your blood," a simple surprising answer the Limp got.

"My blood?" he asks with great surprise, "you gave me my blood? Why?"...

---oo0oo---

...an end is indefinite, when a continuation is required, so...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a cart for this tale and banish all crease,
but,
be what ever that you may ever wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

MARK ON MY FINGER

------oo(O)oo-------

i wore a band on my ring finger,

marking the journey away from freedom,

so that i will always remember,

to gather a stranger's wisdom,

and forever be in a state of sober,

and be guarded from the state martyrdom,

lifting away any wonder,

to save my soul from a torn down kingdom,

and guard a rose from being wither,

even if it is,

my blood is the item for barter.

------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.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and to you I give this...

2008-09-14T02:44:00.002+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

This be the second week of the sixth month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Ratus,

21 days to the first year, the West is reluctantly shaded by distance...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

LIVING LIKE A DEAD MAN

___________ooOoo___________

'Abdullah bin 'Amr bin Al' narrated that:

I heard Allah's Apostle saying, "Allah does not take away the knowledge, by taking it away from (the hearts of) the people, but takes it away by the death of the religious learned men until when none of the (religious learned men) remains, people will take as their leaders ignorant persons who when consulted will give their verdict without knowledge. So they will go astray and will lead the people astray."

O Allah! I surrender to You, entrust all my affairs to You, and depend upon You for Your Blessings with both hope and fear of You. There is no fleeing from You, and there is no place of protection and safety except with You O Allah! I believe in Your Book (the Qur'an) which You have revealed and in Your Prophet (Muhammad) whom You have sent

- A PRAYER BEFORE WE SLEEP

Nor can a soul die except by Allah's leave, the term being fixed as by writing. If any do desire a reward in this life, We shall give it to him; and if any do desire a reward in the Hereafter, We shall give it to him. And swiftly shall We reward those that (serve us with) gratitude. - THE HOLY BOOK, 003.145

* NOTE: I dedicate the first hadith to those who have lost their loved ones, as those who have left them are indeed a treasure throve of knowledge for without their love and knowledge no matter how small, we would never be who we are.

___________ooOoo___________

PEACE BE UPON YOU AND PRAISE BE UPON TO THE PROPHET AND ALLAH.

I meant not to be religious nor do I mean to be pious by opening this entry as I did.

I began this entry as I did, because PEACE is the sole thing I search and longed for; and hope that the Al-Mighty has always and will always grace upon you - the ones that He has lead to this unworthy entry.

I wrote what I wrote because I love you.

I am a man with nothing in my hand, ignorance in my mind and emptiness in my heart. A man such as I am is a being who is LIVING LIKE A DEAD MAN.

I tried my best to distance my self from sympathy in one's mind, love in one's heart and kindness in one's hands in fear that the DEMONS IN ME would stop me to return all that in kind or even in the very least.

I prison my heart from being love in fear that my love could not be at par to the love being given to me hence making me a HALF DEAD as I am now.

I silenced my mind in fear that the voice of my mind be the whispers of the PRINCE OF AGNUS - the child of fire.

All of you whom I love with the love of God.

For the past few weeks, I read with much sadness of your lost. I grieve with those who grieved. Your lost is a great lost not only to you and to your family but also to those who knew you and also to those who could only be with you in this intangible realm like me.

I say this with the purest of sincerity of my heart.

Forgive me for what I wrote after this brings you anger and hate. It is not what I wish to do.

I see death, my beloved ones, as a blessing.

Open you mind and let free your soul, and you will see death as I see it.

Death, means not as an end.

It is a beginning for a new life and marking immortality.

Every living being will die, physically and with the coming of death, comes sadness, confusion and emptiness to most of those who were left behind.

But, many of us often luxuriously forget, that with death also brings us choices.

To live life alive or to die with the deceased.

Most of us choose, often unconsciously, to the latter.

We choose to continue live in sadness, but what is more worst, we unconsciously end the immortality of our deceased beloved by inconsciently erasing their knowledge, wisdoms and love.

A fact that is surely will be contested by many.

You whom I love with the love of God.

Nature has thought us much about death. On the vast body of Lady Earth Gaia, her children celebrate life and death.

They do so with such grandeur base on one simple death brings life to life.

If one would walk through the western plane, home to this ancient being, if one look a bit attentively, one could never miss to notice that they stood tall as if being planted in distinct lines and rows.

And if one would look a little more attentively, one would see that they grow on the trunks of their fallen forefathers.

In the embrace of Lady Gaia, the demise of one, no matter how violently and unwanted, would create a cradle for a new life to bloom.

Death bring pause only to our physical self not to our soul, virtue, identity and wisdom.

Making us live forever.

Let the loved ones that have leave us behind become one of the immortals.

Make them immortals by letting their soul, virtue, identity and wisdom grew with us and within our sons and daughters.

And we too, when it is our time to part, shall become one of the forever living.

All of you whom I love with the love of God.

I silenced my mind in fear that the voice of my mind be the whispers of the PRINCE OF AGNUS - the child of fire.

I prison my heart from being love in fear that my love could not be at par to the love being given to me hence making me a HALF DEAD as I am now.

I am a man with nothing in my hand, ignorance in my mind and emptiness in my heart. A man such as I am is a being who is LIVING LIKE A DEAD MAN.

I wrote what I wrote because I love you.

---oo0oo---

...and with this end, another end begins...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or, it is the end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a cart for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

be what ever it is that you may ever wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring you a dot marking mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

WHEN THE DARK ONE COMES

-o0o-

when the dark one come,

let not smile to tears it succumb,

let not fear raise his arrogant thumb,

let not love be turn to a limping lump,

in confusion when the dark one come.

the dark one come,

not to bring glum,

but notes sweeter than rum,

something that our children could hum,

something that we could drum...

___________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.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons are kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and I shall continue to wait...

2008-08-08T04:17:00.003+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

This be the second week of the fourth month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Ratus,

10th day of the 10th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

PARADOX OF TRUTH

___________ooOoo___________

A Servant of The Unseen narrated that The Forgotten Lover of The Unseen reminds the Dwellers of Mine that -

Truthfulness leads to righteousness, and righteousness leads to Paradise.

One should keep on telling the truth until one becomes a truthful person.

Falsehood leads to Al-Fajur which would leads to the Fire, and the ones who keep on telling lies till he is written before The Unseen, a liar.

- Understood Words of The Forgotten Lover of The Unseen #116, Book 73.

___________ooOoo___________

"TELL me O Great Sage of the Whites, tell me about the truth," ask the half-dead man, Demon Prince of Agnus to the well dressed ancient sitting at the center of the Great Hall of the Whites.

"The truth? hmmm..." paused the Ancient One before continuing, "truths are true words of true happenings that would bring happiness to hearts of others."

He then continues, "no matter how hard it is one should never tells other than the truth... for the ones who tells other than the truth shall never find happiness in ones life now and here after."

The Demon Prince listen attentively before asking again, "but, O Ancient one, true happenings is true to one but a lie to others, hence, would it not be that, the words one use to describe the events would become a lie?"

"Regardless." answered the Great Sage before he continues to say: "truth will always and shall always be the words that would bring others happiness. THIS IS THE SUPERCEEDING RULES OF MINE!"

"None shall challenge that," warned the Ancient One.

With that, the Demon Prince bites his toungue, bowed in unwilling respect to the Great Sage of the Whites and began his retreat.

How peculiar this world is, thought the Child of Agnus in his pace away from the Great Hall of the Whites.

"Truth will always and shall always be the words that would bring others happiness," he sighed accompanying the confusion that he has on how this superceeding rule dictate the Dwellers of Mine life in a way that profits and give loss to them all at once.

In mine, to truth is truthfull if it is accepted by the intended as the wanted to be.

The rule of this world is, a statement which one claimed to be truthful no matter how truthfull it is must be challenge to the extended it would be regarded as a lie.

No one in this world would accept the thruth even it is as clear as a diamond.

An example of this -

When love has dried out in the heart of one half of a couple in a relationship, the other half would never accept it if the former tells her of the truth.

The only thing that the latter would accept as truth is the opposite of what the former say.

That is the law of this world.

Hence lies are born.

Ironic.

How the fire of hell is full by the seeds of haven.

---oo0oo---

...and again, another end begins...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THIS BE THE STARTING POINT FOR A MULTITUDE OF ENDINGS

(this be the place where I have abruptly hid in silence)

-o0o-

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,a cart for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

be what ever that you may ever wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

SUN AND STARS

-o0o-

look at the sun my love,

how mighty it looks up above,

letting light seeps trough the tightest groove,

giving might to those who have to shove.

but my love,

the sun is but a single star,
mighty but still at the mercy of unseen bars,
an adverse to the twinkling dots we see in the night sky afar,

who guides the lost in Gaia's scar.

___________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.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and again and again...

2008-07-29T05:33:00.003+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

This be the second week of the fourth month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Ratus,

24th day of the 9th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

A Matter of Simplicity

(continued)

___________ooOoo___________

FORGIVE ME FRIENDS...

I HAVE DELETED THIS POST AS IT IS TOO PERSONAL FOR ME TO

REVEAL.

---oo0oo---

...and again, another end begins...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THIS BE THE STARTING POINT FOR A MULTITUDE OF ENDINGS

(this be the place where i have abruptly hid in silence)

-o0o-

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a cart for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

be what ever that you may ever wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

I HATE TO LOVE YOU

-o0o-

Time fails not to spawn great romance,

tales of greatness that the heart enhance,

just like how the swans in dance,

maketh a mad man die in trance.

But wary O those who glance,

at the beauty of that brings you trance,

tales of love have hidden lances,

that will pierce your hearts giving you no chance.

No matter how great is the love we have glance,

know be you of the truth of the swan's dance,

the purity that love enhance,

hids the ugliness of lust flounce.

Making hurt weigh more that a numberless ounce.

___________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.

And rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...the more complicated things get...

2008-07-22T08:03:00.004+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

This be the first week of the fourth month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Ratus,

22nd day of the 9th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

A Matter of Simplicity

___________ooOoo___________

...and again, another end begins...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THE CHILD AND THE SEA

-o0o-

what a lovely sight is the raging sea,

to the child that sleeps within me,

a war of winds and water that is salty,

that brings calm to where draughts was once mighty,

oblivious to the sleeping child in me,

to the sad stories behind a seaman trophies,

as all to him are marks of glory,

to a dead hero who fought with no worries.

___________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,

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and I give you this...

2008-03-01T06:03:00.003+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

This be the third week of the First month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Terra Murinus,

22nd day of the 4th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Coming Out From My Long Slumber

(an update of a sort)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

YAWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.... hmmmmmmppph...

Hello...long time no see ya? Forgive me if you have waited longer than you should for me to crawl out of my old smelly blanket.

I really need that nap, though it is nothing close to a sound sleep, it brought me a few grains of rest to a mind that is no less than a mess.

Yup, still a whole load of mess my head and my existence is.

No matter, up to this point of life, I have gotten used to it.

In my recent four months of forced nap, I had many dreams.

In those dreams...

I was given power,

I and she who is no longer and will never be mine unhid our love to each other,

I succumb to the love of a lover who owns not the throne of my heart,

I was place out side the walls of my heart's fortress,

I was made slave to the one that I should enslave,

I found a pillow to rest at the edge of haven's sewers,

and,

I made a crown from hells' brimstones.

Maybe, I would tell you more of each and every one of them, or, maybe I won't.

As all they keys of my tales, lay firmly in your hold.

---oo0oo---

...and again, another end begins...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

STARTING POINT WHERE THE ENDS BEGINS

(this be the place where i have abruptly hid in silence)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

CLOSE YOUR EYES

(final installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Said the lord(s) and ladi(es) of this intangible plane of existence to the Demon Prince -

Master Demon,

That is what i used to do. Emptied my heart...closed my eyes, let my mind float until i disappear in my own darkness...

Escapade...

- The Traveling Lady Sue -

---oo0oo---

LET your self loose and be in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.

Inhale, with the greatest ease that you can muster; deliberately, slowly but most importantly, inhale luxuriously.

Then exhale in the same manner.

Lift all strain from your lovely eyes, yes, lift them from those lovely tired eyes that have never cease to be burden with the darkness that lies behind everything bright.

Keep taking those relaxing luxurious breaths and do not pause your efforts to lift those burdens.

Keep doing it until you reach, in your mind, the dark void where everything that you know ceases to exist.

There, empty your heart, your soul and your mind. Make them as empty as the dark void it self.

Think of none, wish of none, and feel of none.

Think of none, wish of none, feel of none except for how free and weightless your self is in that void.

Think of it, wish for it, and feel for it.

Think of it, wish for it, and feel for it, until you can see you body float in all nothingness and in all darkness.

So free.

So relaxed.

So peaceful.

So serene.

Think of it, wish for it, and feel for it, until you can see you body float in all nothingness and in all darkness until you feel that your physical body ceases to exist in the mortal planes no more.

Let your self loose and in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.

Bask your self in this newfound existence...

Bask your self in it and take your time enjoying it until you can see and even feel a growing light brightening your surroundings.

Bask your self in your new existence and in the warmth of the growing light brightening your surroundings until familiar shapes began to show themselves to you.

Bask your self in your new existence while enjoying the warmth of the growing light brightening your surroundings accompanied by the familiar shapes that began to materialized until you can feel their textures and find serenity in their beauty and find rejuvenation in their sweet sweet smells.

Bask your self in your new existence while enjoying the warmth of the growing light brightening your surroundings accompanied by the familiar shapes that began to materialized enhanced by the multitude of textures while serenading to the serenity of the sweet sweet smells until it become your reality in this moment that lays hidden between a blink of the eyes.

Let your self be free in this reality.

Let your self loose and in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.

Take, at first, small little deliberate steps in this new reality that you have found and walk with put the tiniest of care until you can feel the pavements made from dark sweet chocolate bricks.

It smells nice isn't it? Savor it, savor the sweet smell of the chocolate bricks pavement until you can smell the scent of havenly flowers interlaced with it.

Look around for the source of that interlaced smell, look with a smile and you will find the source with a laughter.

When you have found it, touch it and feel it. So soft, so lovely.

Lay down, on them.

Na ah ... don't you dare let worry sneak in to your heart. Just lay on down on those havenly flowers and trust that they'll take you like a very plush bed do.

Now sleep. Sleep so very soundly without any care. Rest your tire mind and soul while savoring the zest of these flowers of heaven. When you have really rested, continue exploring this newfound reality. Travel again on the chocolate bricks pavement while savoring the sweet scents of heaven and the lovely songs of paradise birds.

Dance to their songs.

Jiggle with them.

Humble your worries with them, not stop even until you reach a magnificent castle at the end of the road...

Beautiful is it not the castle those towers that stood magnificently in front of, and look, it seems like the valiant guards at the gates are smiling and gesturing you to come.

Though with out words, you can still hear their soft yet strong voices greets you, and if you listen carefully, you would realize that they are greeting you as if you are one of the royalties that resides here.

Well, you are...

Again, let your self loose and be in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.

Inhale, with the greatest ease that you can muster; deliberately, slowly but most importantly, inhale luxuriously.

Then exhale in the same manner.

Let no strain kiss your lovely eyes, gaining that, enjoy this new found existence in this age old realm.

Keep taking those relaxing luxurious breaths and do not stop your enjoyment.

Now, close your eyes.

Stand up straight.

Beginning with slow diliberate turns, start swirling your body.

Pick up the pace, make it go faster and faster.

Untill all that is so clear became blur.

Blurring bits by bits until darkness falls back to the place it once reign.

Stop.

Its ugly is it not? To be once again in this place that you tried hard to make foreign?

Which is more to your likings? This one or the one that you have just left?

Look at both of your palms.

The place you longed for is there.

<-END->

-o0o-

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a cart for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

be what ever that you may ever wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THE CHILD AND THE SKY

-o0o-

the little child stare staright at the sky,

his eyes shouted to the sky a red stare of bile,

his tears reek hideous blight,

his lips whispered a truth not nay,

fisticuffs be the feast of this night,

as hurt reigns in the place of his smile,

something he thought the sky sowed in guile,

by hiding shines that are gentle and mild,

and bring forth storms that made all sacrosancts rile,

pointing to him a divine lie.

but,

the sky kept sporting a havenly smile,

that kept the soil under the child's feet fertile,

and chase hunger far from his mama's scullery,

by keeping the fire merry,

and making the stove proof its worthy,

so that what was once raw became a lovely fricassee,

that would make darkness say goodbye,

hence giving place to a lovely smile,

and calmed the heart of a sadden child.

___________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.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

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...and some more...

2007-12-29T01:16:00.001+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Third week of the 10th month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Period of the Moon of the Popping Trees,

Year of the Ignis Mialis,

9th day of the 2nd month since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

CLOSE YOUR EYES

(5th installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

LONELINESS

in the womb of darkness,

man would feel the presence of eternity,

in the embrace of fear,

man would feel the sound of truth,

in the bellows of silenced sadness,

man would feel the sweetness of love,

as in all those that we call as night,

a valiant would burn and brings forth light,

but the valor of this staggering hero,

would only be as near as the hiding tomorrow,

if the loneliness we take as our clan,

we left lifeless in our hands.

note - this was made based on the entry written by Lady Abby the Cosmic Traveller at http://cosmicabyss.wordpress.com/

___________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,

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and and and...

2007-12-24T00:27:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Third week of the 10th month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Period of the Moon of the Popping Trees,

Year of the Ignis Mialis,

9th day of the 2nd month since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

CLOSE YOUR EYES

(4th installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

-o0o-

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a path for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

what ever it is that you wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot to mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

STILL UNMOVED

Be still, in the frames of my fading heart.

how could I fidget in the place that I dare not part,

Taste my veins again,

and forget the sweetness of an autumn rain,

with crimson memories dripping off your tongue.

the drops of heaven that bring your scent in my rotten veins,

Tear my skin, and drink it up as you do your bourbon.

that brings me warmth as a blanket do to a hapless new born,

Stop loving with your gaze.

who could only gaze in daze as if lost in a maze,

And if you escape through my pair of lungs,

when his life force is chased out with a tearful song,

spilling out ecstasy,

and take him away from life mimicking fantasy,

I'll inhale every bit of you,

chocking him like the stench of the bayou,

the whole of you,

whom poison is as sweet a the morning dew,

even when you reek of her.

masked by a beautiful black flower,

Strip my name from me,

stripping a name that has been branded in his heart so deeply,

for your epiphany to take after,

making the cheer of an epiphany sounded like an eulogy,

for your songs to sing it,

and robbing the tunes from a song like a heartless bandit,

for your girlfriend to hate it.

even when it seems there’s another that to mend it,

Be still, my love,

when all could see that I will nay to fidget,

in the frames of my bleeding heart.

in the the place that I dare not part,

note - this was made based on the poetry written by Lady Fara at http://faranoh.blogspot.com/

___________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,

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons were kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and buaerkk...

2007-12-22T20:01:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Third week of the 10th month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Ignis Mialis,

22nd day of the 1st moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

CLOSE YOUR EYES

(3rd installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Dreaming of the Sea

Close your eyes and dream of the sea,

there between the waves its me whom you'll see,

flung a wave and a kiss for me,

because this is the only place where together we will be,

as I am a slave bound to duty,

enslave by a clot that is free,

so flung a wave and a kiss for me,

let the waves drown me be,

and let me drink Neptune's tea,

a fate best suit a slave like 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 want to rest,

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons are kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and burp...

2007-12-13T00:56:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Third week of the 10th month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Ignis Mialis,

22nd day of the 1st moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

CLOSE YOUR EYES

(3rd installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Said the lord(s) and ladi(es) of this intangible plane of existence to the Demon Prince -
Master Demon,

That is what i used to do. Emptied my heart...closed my eyes, let my mind float until i disappear in my own darkness...

Escapade..

- The Traveling Lady Sue -

---oo0oo---

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a path for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

what ever it is that you wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot to mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

LONG ROAD

long road lies ahead,

short paces he began to thread,

dark night he tries to fled,

darker day is what he get.

sad song be his fad,

happy days makes he fret,

wonder where up and down will be wed,

wonders why her red cheeks are wet.

long road he still tries to thread,

short distance he only gets,

front and back are pals he never met,

only pebbles be his dying bed...

___________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.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons are kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and what...

2007-12-10T01:03:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Second week of the 10th month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Ignis Mialis,

22nd day of the 1st moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

CLOSE YOUR EYES

(2nd isntalment to the begining of a siries of a continuation)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a path for this tale and banish all crease,

but, what ever it is that you wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot to mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

MORNING

I opened my eyes this morning,

I felt how fast my heart keep beating,

I know that the lights are not lying,

When it shine on your face my darling...

I hope there'll no ending,

to this beautiful sight I'm seeing,

coz I fear the yearning that is coming,

when I hear what the strings are playing...

Darling can you hear me wondering,

wheather my life has any meaning,

if open my eyes this morning,

and see that only the pillows I'm hugging...

And darling can you see me crying,

in my prayers for every evening,

hope the god forgive my sinning,

and let me wake beside you again my darling..

Coz I hate to wait for that morning,

and realise its you I'm missing,

as it would make my life have no meaning,

when you are not there to share my feelings.

___________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,

theDemon would only want to rest.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons are kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and knock knopck...

2007-12-06T01:21:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Second week of the 10th month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Ignis Mialis,

22nd day of the 1st moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

CLOSE YOUR EYES

(the begining of a sirie of continuation)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a path for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

what ever it is that you wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot to mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

INVISIBLE

Shooting star from haven afar,

shining bright in sky ajar,

light the rainbow I see so far,

and heal away my prayers' scar,

because here I be in between these passing cars,

still I stood waiting for a partner to parr,

amongst those paleskins in that lonlely bar,

so I could dance with an ugly mama,

making all call me a dashing papa,

a name that would free me from a cutie glee,

that stung my heart like a fearless bee,

making me be what you want me be,

just like the air in space that you claim to see.

___________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,

theDemon would only want to rest.

and rest the Demon will,

in a land where demons are kill,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and once more we continue...

2007-11-29T01:16:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Second week of the 10th month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Ignis Mialis,

8th morn since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

To the Demon the lords and ladies of this unseen realm said:

I have seen many men who have shed tears. Though I find it quite touching (considering the circumstances), most of the time, I find crying men rather sappy!

Sorry to say guys, but crying men are a big no-no for me.

- Madam Ailin of Aalborg -

Tears belong to both men and women, thus, they should be shed, according to psychologists, by both.

Some ladies are put off by a man's tears as much as some men are put off by a lady's giggles.Life offers both options.

- Count Byron, Intangible father to the Demon -

Now that is an interesting thought.

- Lady of Thoughts, Lady Aida -

Apasalahnya kalau nangis pun...kata manusia...mesti ada perasaan kan..kan...

- Madam Mak Lang, A Mother that reminds me of my own -

Mommy bilang menangis tu bagus untuk kita.Bila kita menangis, hati kita jadi lembut, tak keras macam batu.

Bila kita menangis, tak bermakna kita lemah.

Bila kita menangis, hati kita jadi kuat sebab semua perkara-perkara negatif akan ikut keluar dari system kita bersama airmata kita.

Therefore, it's okay to cry melord...

- Lady of the East, Lady Rinn -

I think, for a man to be in tears does not take away the dignity. It takes real strength to be able to shed a tear or two. For a show of even the simplest of emotion is generally viewed as *not manly*. But why should there be a double standard between a man and a woman?

That is society's crap.

Everybody deserves to shed a tear or two.A man who whines is the man with less dignity, not the man who shed the tear. Shed the tear... and then be brave to move forward on a more positive mode and outlook.

- Lady Simah -

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Beads of a Man's Shame

(continued as at 30th of November 2007)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THEY say, the most priceless of all things in the world is the tears of a smiling man.

It is priceless as a man should never shed no tears, for if he ever does, than the man has left his chest shy form any sort of honor and that emptiness is replaced by shame.

The value of a smiling man tears, is further expanded by the fact that it is the rarest of the rarest possession of a man and to lose it would mean he has lost all that has gave meaning to word dignity.

The price is further more intensified by the fact if a smiling man shed his tears, he has rape dry the purity of his inner strength making him lost all rights and meanings of being a man.
Thus, that be the reasons that those tears were given a solemn name.

The Beads of a Man's Shame.

A fairly unfair name for a unfortunate son in a justly unjust game of life...

If, what is being said by the dwellers of Mine about the value of the Beads of A Man Shame is true, than it would mean that, the Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness is the richest poorest man in this world of should nots.

The Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness, is man who has everything that he owns not.

All that he owns is the birthrights of others, even the air that he breathe and the freedom that he has.

He leads a life filled with ironies that it makes the most sour stale fruits taste like the luxuriant dish of haven.

True to the truest of tales, that the Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness is the richest of all man in Mine.

In the Edict of Mine, it is stated that, everything in this world comes with a price, but none should ever shy the price of happiness.

That Edict of Mine should also be read with a Bylaws of Being in Mine which stated that; Happiness in Mine should be in the form of Happiness of Others that should be nurtured trough unquestionable self sacrifice.

The underlying translation to both of these, could be found in the superseding Collectively Agreed Mine's Code of Life by the Higher Lords of the Whites, Blacks and Grey (Common Rule of Mine).

One of the Common Rule stated; Happiness can never be owned but granted to any man or resident of Mine can only when the Lords of Whites, Blacks and Greys have collectively agreed, under their own understandings, the definition of happiness.

These governing phrase of Mine makes happiness second only, if not at par, with the value of the Beads of a Man's Shame, and, by that means, can only equally bartered with them.

No man could live in Mine or whatever world there is without happiness. But what is this thin called happiness?

In the eyes of the Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness, happiness comes in the form of the sweetest, most sincere and purest smiles on the face of those he love.

But these smiles, are truly tricksters in disguise. They are much similar in nature like the beautiful Rose, sweet, beautiful but thorny. To truly hold a rose, one should bear the pain of its thorns.

To truly have those smiles, one have to bear the bitterness of losing one wanting.

The Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness must fore go all of the wants that he has as a man, just to have a glimpse and just to have a tiny taste of happiness.

"Thy gold and fold are Sirens of the Sea, Whereas The One You Took Lightly is where thy reward be"

Understood Verse 15 of the 64th Chapter of the Book that We Ignore

Ah yes... one's gold and one's fold are Sirens of the Sea.

Beautiful they might be, truthfully to treacherous waters they lead the unwary be.

Important they are, potent they are more.

Careful if we not, in pain one would be.

Such is the fate of The Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness, his fold and his gold be his undying need.

The gold is for the fold, and the fold is for the gold.

For as long as he can remember, both he could no never let go from his heart's hold; and for the same length of time, all that are his, is all that is theirs.

A sweet sad sojourning existence in Mine.

Said the Man that We Left Being Dead:

"The Plane of Mortals is sweet and green (alluring) and verily,

The One You Took Lightly will send thee vicegerent;

to see the manner thy act.

Wary thy be of The Crooked Rib Bone, verily, It is the first trial for the Proud Sons of Slaves".

- The Words of the Man We Left Being Dead -

Understood Heritage 6606 o fthe Bard's Book 36

Over time, the Urge of Man seeps trough the The Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness.

In the beginning, this urging is as pure and innocent as the morning drops of dews. To him, the fulfillment of this urge must be done accordingly to the Codes of Haven, in which, its adherence would be the peace for the fold and bring the feast of gold.

At least, that is what he believe to be true.

But as the sands of time bulks in to towering Stones of Age, this believe has been scrape bits by bits by bits.

The man who undyingly believe this adherence would bring him closer to an eternal freedom, now beginning to die little by little as the happiness he seeks turns slowly in to an unwanted sadness.

Why? He ask both haven and hell, must it be as it be.

Only to be given a silent answer...

-o0o-

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel,

a path for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

what ever it is that you wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring a dot to mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THE LOUDNESS OF SILENCE

-o0o-

Child,

if you keep pacing the mile,

this world will show its wild,

where one's thirst be quenched only by bile,

sieve from the Pharaohs' Nile,

and only tears be the pillars of a smile,

a smile paved by guile.

But Child,

if you stop and sit for a while,

and takes breaths that ever so mild,

you would see trough all of the lies,

that hid the colors of a butterfly,

freeing the world's inner cry,

a cry that bring tears to Gabriel's eye.

And Child,

listen ever so carefully to that cry,

listen to the loudness that has never shy,

listen as it comes from a heart that you could not buy,

listen so that you would know why,

listen so that your tears would dry,

listen so that you know bed where the world lie.

And find the loudness of silence in you and I.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and we shall continue to dance...

2007-11-10T01:06:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Second week of the 10th month,

Second year of being a slave to a slave,

Year of the Ignis Mialis,

8th morn since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Beads of a Man's Shame

(continued)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

THE LOUDNESS OF SILENCE

Child,

if you keep pacing the mile,

tis world will show its wild,

where one's thirst be quenched only by bile,

sieve from the Pharaohs’ Nile,

making tears be the pillars of a smile,

a smile paved by guile.

But Child,

if you stop and sit for a while,

and take breaths that are mild,

you would see trough all the lies,

that hid the colors of a butterfly,

freeing the world's inner cry,

that would bring tears to Gabriel's eye.

And Child,

listen ever so carefully to that cry,

listen to the loudness that never shy,

listen as it comes not form those who are shy,

listen so that you would know why,

listen so that your tears would dry,

listen so that you know where the source shy.

And find the loudness of silence in you and I.

-o0o-

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,

if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,

or,

it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,

tell me so that for you I may wheel this,

a path for this tale and banish all crease,

but,

be waht may that you wish,

feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,

and give strength to my soul to bring you a dot to mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and to you I say hello...

2007-10-24T01:05:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

First week of the 8th month,
Second year of being a slave to a slave,
Year of the Ignis Mialis,

8th morn since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

Beads of a Man's Shame

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

ANSWER ME THIS

-o0o-

beloved friends tell me please,
if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,
or,
it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,
tell me so that for you I may wheel this,
a path for this tale and banish all crease,
but,
be what may that you wish,
feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,
and give strength to my soul to bring you a dot to mark a finish.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and we shall meet again...

2007-09-17T21:40:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time for humility, humbleness and tears,

Year of the Ignis Mialis,

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave,

Days to the first day for the journey to the West...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

Dedicated to Little Nurin

from a father of none

On this day that I saw your dried tears,
I pledge my vows and lifted my spears,
and let loose a war cry so all could hear,
I paint my eyes black and pay homage to the devil’s lair,
and wage my soul to barter this unjust despair,
I ask him unto me he would give the hideous of stare,
so that I find this son of an unholy night mare,
and hunt him down with out any care,
once he lays under my anger snare,
I will gnaw his heart bare,
while life still dangles in sinful hair,
and I will drink his blood in cups of pair,
then I will pluck each and every one of his beastly hair,
and make a lace out of that bastard stare,
so all bestial man be aware,
this world shall never be his damned soul's lair.

and this is from Master Wailer

to the beloved

Little Nurin

there she is above - smiling down before us,

an innocence robbed by a beast with no name.

pray for her heavenly ascension we must,

and bring all hell to the devil without shame.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

El Excaecavi Cabalero

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Since the time the Demon Prince was born, there sat a man on a large boulder at halfway trough the path that leads to the peak of Mount Amoris from the edge of the Necessitudo Forest.

Ever the same since the Glorified Child of Agnus first learn to feel, he has watch that man vigilantly stand his post guarding the prized treasure of the Blood.

He sat at the same boulder in the same posture, never fidgeting nor does he twicth no matter what manner of trials nor the shape of lustful inveiglement the Fool and Ananke of the Major Arcana present him with.

It seems like since eternity, the man sat loosely with his back on the boulder with one leg folded close to his chest and the other straighten loosely while an arm rested on the folded leg while the other clutching a rested, but, unscathed rustic yet shining sword together with a war beaten shield.

He sat like that with his face forever facing West, but eyes traveling every where and never failing a sweet smile paved on a stream of shaded tears.

The tales that have been told from fathers to to fathers, says that the freedom of his body is anchored by the burden of the heart, for his heart can never let go the Treasures of Blood that he has forever guarded.

They say, since the dawn of time, he longed to roam the Necessitudo Forest, hunt its wild, bathe and drink from its clear sweet running rivers, feast of the lush full fruits from its highest of trees and rest under the blanket of the stars above.

But, if he fulfils this seemingly wanton longing, then the Treasures of the Blood would be desecrated by the hands of The Avidiorus.

An act that will for certain mark his death.

To the eyes of the Whites or even the Blacks, the Treasures of the Blood, worth none lesser than the Earthly Haven.

Possession of the Treasures of the Blood would satisfy many of their needs.

These treasures are not in the form of gems nor precious steel, but, aged trees that are surrounded by young green saplings which feed and quenched his thirst.

Another Treasure of the Blood that he sturdily guards is the flowers with white red laced petals that grew at the base of the boulder where he sat who’s scent crawl deep in to his heart giving him life and will as a living man.

Paradoxically, though all gave him life, he is dying slowly inside.

All the years he has sentries the Treasures of the Blood has taken a mortal toll on him.

El Excaecavi Cabalero, that is his name, a laden heart is his game.

The Cabelero is man of wealth, but the riches that he poses brought him only the happiness of Midas.

At the base of the boulder where he sat on, the sinless children of Mine love to play and the sinful adults love to lay.

Always they taunt him to join them only to have him decline with a smile paved on shrouded stream of tears.

Many a times they ask him," why must you bind yourself from plays and lays?"

Only to have him answered, "so that you can enjoy your plays and lays."

Ever so often the Treasure of the Blood said to him, "fly Cabalero like the birds of Necessitudo."

Only to have him answered, "no bird should leave his nurturing nest."

One thing though, for every answer to every question that he gave, he would always say it with his face, or at least his gleaming weary eyes set to the West.

The West, the land where each and every one of the citizen of the Mine go to wage their ante with the Master Dealer.

Intentions are similar, but, the bets differ.

Some would wage the soul of soulless king; some would wage their broken slings.

But the best bet would be Black Crown of a Humbled King.

Some thing must have happened, maybe at the boulder where the Cabalero sat or on the marbles where men place their bets in the west.

Usually, when the sun retire to his bed, the West could only be seen on the worn sheets where the fore head is sacrifice hinted ever so vaguely by the three aligned stars that sat above it.

But, for the past few weeks, the West seems to be ever more vivid, and those three aligned stars seem to shine ever so bright.

So bright that it humbles the brightest beacon there is, as if calling the Cabalero to come and lay rest his head there.

So powerful is the beaconing that subconsciously the Cabalero twitched.

Deep inside his laden heart a spark of calming yearns began to grow into a warm sweet flame.

Unconsciously, he stood up stretching his long inanimate limbs, face still to the West, and drew a long refreshing breath that has shy from him for eons ago.

An odd sense of freedom kisses his still laden heart.

It has been quit some while ago that the Cabalero feel like this.

As if there are unseen hands that help to shoulder all the burdens that laden his heart.

Without any thoughts, his long rested legs begin to inch, slowly but steady in the direction to the west.

With each small step, he feels more and more liberated as if he was a husband coming back to arms of a lovely sweet wife.

But the smoothness of his pace is interrupted by a nagging pain and pausing him.

The pain comes from the whispers of the Treasures of Blood.

"Where and why must you go Cabalero...?" the whispers travels trough the air.

"Why must you leave us..." it resounded.

He stop, turns and look at the Treasures of Blood, again, salty drops of tears stream under a smile.

A sad sweet smile.

To them he said what has to be spoken.

"Treasures of Blood - treasure of me heart, do not fear nor fret my parting you..."

"Forgive me as this is a journey that I have to take for long have I sat here and my soul I forsake. Take not my leave as a sign of hate, see it as a mend asked from fate," he said that while kneeling in the way a lover would when asking forgiveness from a hurt lover.

In that kneeling state, he pick up the bowed in sadness white laced with red flower. Her sad stream of dew trickled slowly form it soft velvety petals.

To the flower he said, "the rose of my heart," pausing while taking it close to his chest," know that I love you with the whole of my heart".

"If we where born in a different clan, under a different sun, and be given different names, this journey would never have a purpose to be done," he said slowly.

"But, we are what we are hence I embark on this journey to the West so far in hope that our hearts will not be marred," and turn his chest towards the trees.

"Trees of the Treasure of Blood, hear this be this journey I start," he whispered to them.

"My head is heavy so does my heart...," he said almost crying.

"But this journey I can no longer delay it start for with every moment that we leave the point where time start, death come kissing closer to my heart.

"I long to be as what a man should be, but not with your smiles I paid as fee. I rather be a stone than seeing an ant crawls up to your throne as you are the might of my flaing bone," he said softly.

"Nevertheless, what good is this sentinel if his heart lies in the arms of death? Thus this journey I evoke from rest, in hope that I once more be the best than rest and your honor I safe from very God's test," he ends his words sadly.

He stood, still face facing the distant West.

Slowly he starts that journey to the West.

While his fingers cut wounds that run deep in to his chest, reminding him the vow that he shall never lay to rest.

With every hasten steps, he prayed.

I come to your doors as man splayed,

humbled as a beggar whose friend is fright,

I tell Thee of the things that stole my might,

and all that has blacken my sight,

shine me thy Divine light,

and give my Treasures of Blood a good sleep at night,

If ever I lay emptied from might,

vouchsafe them from the fear's might,

and if ever return here is not written as my plight,

let my darken soul wake and guard them from night to night

He prayed continuously, and for a brief moment turns his face towards the Treasure of Blood that he left behind.

"Goodbye Treasures of Blood, the treasures of my heart," he whispered...

Goodbye.

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oo(O)oo

BLACK VELVET WALL

Set in the heart of the west,

where warriors and martyrs lay to rest,

side by side with blasphemous crest,

stood the four wall covered with a black velvet vest.

From faraway men journey to the west,

in hope all burden there they could rest,

or have all the color would kiss their chest,

just to be the very best,

and distance oneself from oneself detest.

The west is where me head will rest,

and me body will be severed from the rest,

all in all to answer a bloody test,

that I pray will mend my crest.

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oo(O)oo

- Glossary -

Cabalero - knight

Excaecavi - confused

Subteminis - transverse threads woven between warp threads

Sanguis - blood

Anancaeum - large drinking vessel which had to be emptied in a single draught

Necessitudo - needs

Amoris - love

Avidiorus - desireous

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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,

theDemon would only want to rest.

and rest the Demon will,

in the land where demons are lay still,

on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.

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oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

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...and here I am...

2007-08-22T03:08:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace upon thee...

The day when a man is humbled,

Year of trials and tears,

1428 years since the great migration.

Six month of the second year of being a slave to a slave...

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Evan

(is only a character, not much different than us, but the knowledge impart if we would open our minds and hearts, is truly a lesson from the...)

Almighty

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"Oars alone can ne'er prevail to reach the distant coast; the breath of haven must swell the sail, or all the toil is lost"

- Cowper, quoted by Yussof Abdullah Yusof Ali in: The Holy Quran: Translation and Commentary, Wimbledon 1937; Pg 1813 -

Before one follow trough these ramblings of a man lost, know of these -

"Seek knowledge from cradle to grave""Seek knowledge even to Sind (China)"

- The Beloved, The Holy Prophet -

"I (Noah) but fulfill towards you the duties of my Lord's mission; Sincere is my advise to you, and I know from God something that ye know not"

"But they rejected him, and we Delivered him and those in the ark: but We overwhelmed in the flood those who rejected our signs, they where in deed blind people."

- Sura Al-A'raf, verse 62 and 64, The Holy Quran -

"Relate to them the story of Noah. Behold! he said to his people: O my people, if be hard on your (mind) that I should stay (with you) and commomerate the Signs of God, yet I put my trust in God, get ye then an agreement about your plan and among your partners, so your plan be not to you dark and dubious, then pass your sentence to me, and give me no respite"

"But if ye turn back (consider): no reward have I asked of you, my reward is only due from God, and I have been commanded to be those who submit to God's Will (in Islam)"

- Sura Yunus, verse 71-72, The Holy Quran -

"Say: O ye men! If ye are in doubt of my religion, (behold!) I worship not what ye worship, other than God! But I worship God who will take your souls (at death), I am commanded to be (in the ranks) of the Believers"

- Sura Al-A'raf, verse 62 and 64, The Holy Quran -

"Let God be my Judge"

- Lord Demonsinme, Glorified Child of Agnus -

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The One Almighty, works in mysterious ways.

Often, we, or rather the Demon, the glorified Child of Agnus, the Demon Prince, Lord Demonsime, misinterpreted the simplest of knowledge that He has bestowed and believing that being a man, a servant is a hard thing to do.

Many of us, have often thought that we are Kings and Queens of our worlds, forgetting how small of a place our world is.

Thus, it is be our nature, to forsake knowledge when the source of knowledge comes from a tainted pool and distant ourselves from the refreshing relieve from thirst just because we want not to work a little harder to sieve it.

All, yet again falls in our nature, to look at God in manners that of not what He has always thought us - with simplicity and sincerity.

All that resulted in the disappearing of our life's bearing and thrusting ourselves in the direction we wish not to be, but we perceived as the best of routes to be taken in our life time.

Evan (is only a character, not much different than us, but the knowledge impart if we would open our minds and hearts, is truly a lesson from the...) Almighty, one dubious title for a movie that has spark much bickering among the scholars of religion.

The Demon, in agreement to what has been debated or is he against it. Of what right has the Demon to do either one, when he is only a foolish child in search of wisdom.

But, as the One Almighty works in mysterious ways, the eyes of a child see more than an adult.

In that movie, the Child of Agnus do see wisdom and knowledge that brought unending tear to these hollowed eyes, even when these rotting fingers are carving these immature idiotic ramblings.

The beginning of the movie thought the Demon of the sort of man that he is and the man that he is not.

He realized that, the will of a man is only as long as the length of his fingers and the might of a man is only as strong as the soles of his feet.

The irony of it all is, though the Glorified Child of Agnus know that his fingers are short and his soles are easily prick by the littlest of thorns, he believed that those rotting fingers could reach the ends of the world and his swollen soles could heave him of the clouds.

Wrong be ye not, men could achieve such greatness but he needs leverage - a Divine Leverage.

As ourselves, we are mere rotting meats who are ruled by cankering hearts which are guarded by a leviathan of lust.

We often forget that, the most stable and safest of post for a man is when we sat on bended knees with bowled palms.

It is the stance of a beggar who asks the grace of the rich just to get by the day.

But be forewarned, who should one take as the rich? The man who walked on borrowed canes or the One who lend the canes?

As the plot of the movie flowed, the Demon Lord is humbled once more.

The very thing that we seek is already all time in front of us.

We can't see it because we have so long be blinded by the light of lust and wants.

Up to the most minute of seconds, He has given us the chance to have what we want, all we have to do is work for it.

A simple phrase that needs a lot of thinking.

We prayed and prayed and prayed to Him that He would gives us the wanting that we have.

We prayed and prayed and prayed relentlessly, with out no what so ever signs of ever getting anything as if we are whispering to a deaf ear.

Then we ask; why God? Where are you God? What else have I not done God? Why him not me God? How could you God?

But, we never dare ask ourselves; Why am I impatient? Where are my taubah? What should I do to gain Your favor? Whom have I wronged? How could I be better Your true servant?

Truth be told that since the dawn of time, God has given us what we want, yet we never gave back to Him.

But what do we give to the One who owns everything in this world?

Gratefulness.

Be grateful by boarding an ARK - A Random act of Kindness.

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A BEGGAR'S TALE

Please sir spare me a dime,

I am tired of eating grime,

I beg only a speck of your prime,

I meant you no crime,

forgive me as my hands are filthy with slime,

forgive me as I bother your time,

I just want a bit of your shining shine,

and know the taste of a sour lime,

as I know that you are the head of this empty shrine

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_______THANK YOU_______

...and at last...

2007-08-20T01:31:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ....

Dawn of the time of tales,Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

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oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(unfinalized end to an overdued introduction to an insanity)

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oo(O)oo

EVERYTHING, must begin with something happening somewhere at/or/during a period of time to some one which started with the smallest to the largest of events which placed in specific moments thus developing into a sequence that lead to the thing that happened to the person at that place at that particular time or period.

It's the law of the mortal world, the world of causal and effect.

But, although it is as twistedly straightforward as it seemed, there's a twist - there would always be a twist.

Sometimes, the thing that happened to that some one in that place at/or/during that period of time in that sequence which is pre set or even perceived as pre ordained leading to another set of sequence that is preferable, would out of a sudden, develops in to one that is entirely undesirable.

Yet then again, it might turn in to a desirable outcome even though the thing that happened to that some one in that place at/or/during that period of time in that sequence which is pre set or even perceived as pre ordained leading to another set of sequence that is preferable, turn to the opposite.

Interestingly, all the sequence of events and all the twist at the end though they seem to be monotonous in nature, one would realize (and often too late) that those occurrences and twists are in essence a monolith.

Then again, surprisingly, all the sequence of events and all the twist at the end though they seem to be a monolith in nature, one would realize (and, again, often too late) that those occurrences and twists are in essence a monotonous.

Furthermore confusingly clear, and, clearly confusing, though all of it seem like one-flat-layer of events, occurrences and twists, they are multitude of interconnecting sequence of (again), events, occurrences and twists.

Rather surprisingly expected, and, unexpectedly surprising, all are connected trough that thing that happened to that some one at/or/during period of time at place.

The best example to explain it would be quit similar and in the same time quit different than a long-half-built-but usable highway.

The beginning, the route and the end of the journey from one point to another would resemble the thing that happened and where it happened.

The length and time take to travel trough it would be the moment or period of time it occurred.

The smoothness, bumps, potholes, signs, stops, rest areas, detours and what not encountered during the journey are the sequence of events, occurrences and twists.

The maneuvering needed or taken would be the 'how' part of everything.

The best part of all is, it makes one hell of a tale to tell.

Remember the twists? What might seem dull, uninteresting and dumb for some might not be the same for the others - (and not to forget before god knows who should start to mention) vice versa.

Hence, the story of The Demon, Prince of Agnus is told.

Take it as an advice.

Throw it away as if it is a maggot ridden corpse of mice.

Laugh at it as if it is the tales of a court jester in a tryst.

Cry with it as if one is looking at a lover whose heart has been diced.

It is your choice...

THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL STARTED

LIFE, as some great and lesser than great poets, philosophers, Zen and religious master would describe is a big (this is the part where most people would put the F word to describe the intensity of the matter being said or discussed) a great big stage.

Without the stage, there would never be a play.

Now the best part about stage is - it can be from anywhere to some where that would eventually leaded to nowhere.

It can be in one of those great big halls or even behind a fish monger stall. Heck, it could even be under the bed of the midnight lady whom one's lonely papa frequently visits.

Every place thinkable and not could be made and IS a stage.

Coming back to the Demon, his stage is a great big world known as Mine.

A world so big, that it would take the Gods (if there is more that one) more than a life time to travel.

Hehehehe...nope that's not true. Just pulling your leg.

The world where the Demon roams is no larger and no grander than our own.

And like ours, there's quit of number of races living in it too.

But, in his travels, only few will be met.

Talking about the races though there are multitudes of type of them, they all belong to a three main group - the whites, the blacks and the grey.

The Whites, the higher end of this world control, administer, decide and dictate almost every single thing - be it big or small in this world.

You don't say anything other than what the Whites says.

You don't eat other than what the Whites eat.

You don't wear other than what the Whites wear.

You don't believe other that what the Whites believe.

You don't be other than the Whites.

Now the ones that do other than what the Whites do, they are called the Blacks.

And these Blacks, they are on the very opposite place in life from the Whites. Pariahs, is what the Whites called them.

That leaves us with the Greys - the unwanted of both sides. They are welcome in neither any of the races houses.

Being the unwanted ones, make them long for acceptance up to the point they would almost anything.

But, confused be you not, that the place where the Greys wanted to be is not in the comfort of these two.

They longed to sleep in beds of earth, blanketed by the midnight stars and soothe by the evening winds.

They longed to walk on pavements of coarse cold coal that would burn their big brown soles and enticed by the midday sun.

They longed to be laid in dug hole, cloth in white linens, rested in coarse caskets, blanketed by heavy rough soils.

All for a chance to rest by the foot of the Forgotten One - Man's Path Master Dealer.

Utopia and El-Dorado, perceived both the Whites and Blacks. - a place that existed only in the mind of the lost.

Lord Demon - Prince of the Agnus, is neither one of those three, he is an outcast.

No place is complete without a deity.

This world where the Demon is, have that -infect, there's three of them.

To the Whites, the deity is known as Lucre - an all powerful being whom image is carried by each and every single one of the Whites in the backside pockets of their beautiful buttocks and wrapping their female’s breasts.

To the Blacks, the deity is known Mitra Albus Lupinus - an all powerful being who is materialized by the clean white linens that the Blacks wrap on their hearts but never in their heart's.

To the Greys, the deity is only known as the Master - a being that is diminished only by man's lust.

Due to the glaring difference in believes and way of life, peace in Mine is nothing but superficial.

Every one, be it Whites, Blacks and Greys - trudge through life with a smile on their face and a dagger hidden behind them.

Every one is trustworthily disappointing.

To find the ones that could be trusted is like looking for a needle in a hay stack.

There is a price for everything, and the most expensive of all are love, friendship and kin - be it family or not...

Everything in MINE has its price, nothing is for free, either you are the one who is buying, or selling or being trade bartered it. That is the Law of Mine.

The Whites, the Blacks and even among the pariah Greys, they live in a world that is no different than a humongous market.

In this huge market place, either you are the seller, the buyer or the trade. You can be traded for almost every thinkable and unthinkable thing.

The most valuable of all commodities is your soul - that is if you have any.

The least valuable of all commodities is also your soul.

Wealth in this land is gauge by the kind of life you lead.

To the Whites, it’s the painful pleasures.

To the Blacks, it’s the heavenly hell.

To the Greys, it’s both.

So, dear listeners and readers (is there any?) of the Demon Prince's tale, if you wish or longed or wanted to live in the MINE (pronounced as MI NAY), make sure that you choose in which tribe you want to be.

Make sure you know who you deity is, and what does that all powerful being ask of you. What should you sacrifice to gain that deity’s favor?

Do not forget to have at least the smallest of item to trade and make sure that you know how and with whom you should and want to trade.

Because there is a more dreadful fate awaits the ones who failed to do so.

The Demon Prince is a good example.

THE THING THAT HAPPENED IN THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL STARTED

LIFE. That is the thing that happened in the place where it all started. It happened when the Demon Prince is born.

With life come questions, test, quest, trials and everything. People of Wisdoms, a long extinct (maybe some of them still roams the Mine) have always thought People of the Stars (another name for the inhabitants of Mine) that life is a normal thing.

It makes us grow - they say. But then, one should be careful and know that with life comes this little thing called CHOICE.

It defines how you grow.

To the Whites, growth is paved with choices that are physically logical.

To the Blacks, growth is built from choices that are illogically physical.

To the Greys, growth is paved and built from the choices that are illogically logically intangibly physical.

To the Son of Agnus, he is simply confused.

One can never live life with out enduring the divine doctrines of the Mortals.

Be what race you may, born in what manner you are, die in what ever faith you hold, every single step you take will have to be taken with the doctrines of the Mortals.

One step not in that path paved by those who have lived eons before you do, you would be very much an unwanted outcaste.

To live in this life in Mine, you have to have sturdy hands and more than a stabilize stance. Life in Mine means war - endless battles that rage from outside to within to the outside of one's being.

The Doctrine of the Mortals Dictates -

None shall be above the ones who are above.

None shall be better than the ones who are better.

None shall ask from the ones who ask.

None shall be different from the ones who are the same.

None shall say none of what the other none’s have said.

None shall be allowed to be allowed by the ones who has allowed.

None shall be the taker but only the giver.

None shall ask to be given unless one is the taker.

None shall be allowed to own other than be owned.

(There are a few other phrases of this doctrine but I am just to fucking lazy to elaborate - it's the right of the narrator)

To disobeyed these doctrines would mean to one is declaring war to the whole population of Mine, all three of the major tribes - the Whites, the Blacks and the Greys.

To live life in Mine, one should belong.

The Life in Mine has set that one social status should be mark by the many Robes of Self worn.

Most common, is the Robe of Lucre, which is usually worn on top the Harlequin of Hundreds and Pantaloon of Pompeii.

This robe is worn by almost everyone living in Mine, be it the Whites, Blacks or Greys, the colorings, weaves and design might differ, but still it is known by the same name.

By wearing these garments (a few other will be mentioned some where through out this tale), you are entitled to act, speak, react, retort and/or state what ever it is that you are thinking of or wanted to do without having fear of any one smack your bloody face. It is the parts and parcel that comes with Life.

With Life comes a war that leads to battles.

Each and every one should take sides or most importantly you become the Side. The Master of None as the Book of Ages call them some one one third of a millennia ago.

Those who does not do this, would be known, without any what so ever prejudice as Nara-Heian Serfs - Ronins of mine.

Nara-Heian Serfs are only good as a Yojimbo - expendable creatures for hire for the Mercenaries of Aviditas.

Their skills worth millions but their lives worth none.

That is the ultimate Curse of Life if one fails to acknowledge Life.

THE PERIOD WHEN THE THING THAT HAPPENED IN THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL STARTED HAPPENED

For something to happen somewhere, it must happen in a time frame. If it does not happen in that particular time frame, that it simple never happened.

Currently, will happen, had happen - are the most common phrase use to describe this, and if we use never, i.e. never going to happen, never is or never has/have, it simply shows that it did not happen.

Confused yet? Well I, the narrator, am.

Time is a strange but beautiful thing. It hurts and it heals. It destroys and it built.

Life that happened in Mine happened during the last 31 cycles of the season ago and up to the moment when the Forgotten One - Man's Path Master Dealer, decide time os no more for the child of Agnus.

If this period of time is broken into stages, you wold have the period of purity - a time of learning for the Demon, the period of twilights - the siries of time where the Demon tasted both the sweetness of the Biles of the Book and the sourness of the Sweetness of Sins, the period of Sunlit Night - the period when the Demon travels the planes of Mine as a living dead, and, the Period of Knowingly Unknown - th period of time where what will happened is known but could not be expected or determine.

One similarity all four period is that, the Demon becomes both a tutored master and mastered tutor.

A tutored master is a grand title to show how ignorant, stupid and shallow minded a master is.

A mastered tutor is a grand title to shoe how ignorant, stupid and shallow minded a student is.

With life come emotions that bind us to the Dungeons of Flesh that kept us away from the Path of Passion that leads to the Realization of One.

Realization of One. It is a place where every and each one of the citizens of Mine lived happily. There you have neither fears nor worries as one has come to ones Eden.

For the Demon Prince, the celebrated Child of Agnus, this is a far, far, far away place. Each and every time he come close to it, the Chains of Emotions is tugged so violently that he falls and kisses the dirty bricks that make the dungeon floor.

A constant reminder that he is a slave to many masters.

Masters that he could not run or leave - no matter how much he tried.

These are the masters that hold and used the only weakness that he has - his human side.

For eons of ages (not that long ago - heck! The demon is only 31 cycles of season old) ago, the Demon has undyingly tried to break the Chains of Emotions. He wanted; no he longed badly to be free.

But, as it is the most honored Rule of Mine, nothing is without a price; the Demon would have to pay dearly for this.

A price that comes with a question - can the demon Prince afford it.

To be free, he has to pay with his human side.

To be free, he has to bare the Curse of Death.

To be free, he has to be entirely without life.

To be free, he has to be a Demon.

To be free, he has to poison the Parents of Passion.

An expensive price it is...

THE BEINGS INVOLVED AT THE PERIOD WHEN THE THING THAT HAPPENED IN THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL STARTED HAPPENED

A play would not be one if it has no one actors and actress. There should be heroes and villains, antagonist and protagonist, heroines and that lady who played the evil stepmother or those two ugly ladies who played the evil step sisters.

Every play should have at least one actor.

Every one in a play has at least one role. Every role, no matter how insignificant, is important. Every role interconnects, inter-dependent and interacts in the minutest sense with each other - building up plots, giving reasons and giving sense to the story being told. Just like what Newton said, for each action there will be another action reacting upon it, the characters played by the actors interacts.

Every actor will play their part(s) based on ques. Sometimes, the ques came from the director, sometimes in comes from reactions of the audiences, sometimes it comes from the mistakes or fowl ups of fellow actors.

Each and every single actor contributes to the story, negatively or positively, it does not matter. What does matter is the play it self.

In this chronicle of the Lord Demon, Prince of Agnus - the man living life half dead, there are quite a number of actors.

Let us begin with the Demon himself.

The Demon is a six feet tall, very fair complexion, muscular, very well mannered and very learned gentleman in his early thirties.

Like that description? Heck! Who doesn't?

BUT, if he is like that, then we won't have no story to tell do we?

The Demon Prince, glorified Child of Agnus, heir to the wealth of the Man Who God Hath Help, was conceived in and born from the womb of his mother, Third Child of Goodness, some thirty cycles of seasons ago as Lord Light of Lights.

He is the third of four siblings; the first be Lady Light of Our Eyes, the second - Lady Soft Light, and the fourth, Lord Light of Blessings.

In his early years, the Demon is no different than the children of the Whites, Blacks and Greys. Mischievous and merry, he is not burdened by the worries of the world.

As time pass by, exactly on the twelve year of age, The Hands Who Dealt Man's Fate, gave him the card marked with the number Zero, The Fool of Major Arcana.

The Fool of Major Arcana brings with him the kiss of the Lady Fate, Ananke.

At the age of twelve seasonal cycles, he tasted the painful sting of anger and the sweetness of hoarding vengeance, deeply carved in his heart by the jagged edge of the Bestiality of Man. On that day, his inner an outer self was hurt by one the Blue Cloth Sentries.

Till this day those wound have never really healed. Painful, yes they are, but, the Demon is grateful for them.

The same wounds that marred him, also gave live to his human side.

The day he was hurt, is the day he learnt that no matter how silent it is, parental and divine love is something as real as the beautiful sandy beaches of an eastern land.

Ironically, the hurt and the love that he tasted, also paved the rough, rocky and thorn full road that he has to journey trough.

Paradoxically, though the road is no walk park, it gave him wisdom and also stupidity.

But then, that is what we call a hell of a learning curve.

Come the second ten of his growing years, The Fool of Major Arcana again visited him, this time with a friend, the White Winged Lady of Temperance of Major Arcana.

Together, they bring him another set of lessons along with them.

The Winged Lady brought sickness to the Demon's father. The Man Who God Hath Help temporarily lost his ability to work, forcing him to ask for excuse from The Guardians. Worried that this situation would worsen, the Demon's mother, Lady Third Child of Goodness, was forced to embrace a very difficult decision - she left the Glorified child of Agnus under the caring of his brother, Little Man Big Heart, to enable her to care for her ill husband in the Land of Mud.

At first, the Demon perceived this as a very cruel and unjust decision, as Little Man Big Heart - though caring and loving (a fact that the Demon realized over time) - was as strict as a war harden general.

Under the care of his uncle, the Demon Prince learnt the importance of independence. Though those lessons seem to be self thought, it is in essence the work of his uncle to prepare him for the trials of life.

It also thought him, to unconditional love can only be achieved with only hard-to-make decisions.

It made him realize, if, his mother did not make that choice that she took, the Demon would never have a father, and, might be put in path taht should not be taken by a being called man.

It also gave him the wisdom that, no matter how hard and difficult it is, and no matter how distanced a father is seem, he would willingly swallow them just to ensure that his children have a good life, no matter how small.

All those made the Demon, a child, a man and a father.

All that made him realize that even if god asketh him his life, he would only give them when those whom he called family have safely been put on the plushest of beds and pillows after the sumptuous of food under the coziest of rooms in the most grandest of homes.

All that made him vowed, for even the tiniest drop of tears that fall from their eyes, he would asked it to be paid by blood.

All that made strengthen his stand, that no matter how hard to control, shall be his greatest possession for the beast is indeed a good friend in times of need.

Enter the princesses.

The princesses are beings of haven that decides to touch the rotting heart of the Demon Prince.

Over the thirty cycles of his half dead existence, the Glorified Child of Agnus have had the chance to be graced by seven beautiful princess.

All of them have thought him about the treacheries of truth, lethality of lies, sweetness of sins, pleasures of pains and pains of piety.

Though six of them have long left his physical being, one oddly remains and silently sires his heart.

She sired his heart along side the only princess still with him.

The former is known by the name Princess Light See Ha, the later, Princess of the Learned Tree.

The relationship that the Demon has with both of them is some what ... odd.

Both of them are, though it seems not to be, are the same with the Demon. Though he love them very much, to be with both of is more than a painful experience.

It's like a war between two brothers, in the battle; each would swing their weapons of war so vigorously and seem to want so much for the death of another.

But, after hurting each other with wounds that would make even the heartless Angel of Death wimps, both will sat down and muttered love for each other.

But then, if ever the wounds have healed, they would again put themselves on their warring stance and the cycle continues.

The Demon love the princesses, Princess Light See Ha - though she is no more, and Princess of the Learned Tree, with all his heart.

He loves them both that it killed him.

Emotionally.

Making him dread the thing the poets call love.

Making him long for it.

Making him lost.

Enter, the Jester, merry maker for the kings, son of a befallen lord, husband to the lovely Maiden of Mannequins.

A tall handsome man as young as the Demon, The Jester descent from the bloodlines of Kings. Even though he projects an aura of unhindered strength, deep inside he is a man filled with kindness and love.

Both of the Jester's and the Demon's paths crosses some twenty cycles of seasons back.

Both of them came from Kings and Queens whose linage traces back to the oracles of haven.

Both of us were brought up with great love and great wealth befitting inheritors of kingdoms.

Both were sent to the greatest of wizards to learn the greatest of knowledge.

But even all that love, with all that wealth and with knowledge, both still have to bow to masters of different kingdoms to earn their keep.

Jester, even though he is of blood that flows down from haven and the Master Dealer through the masters that he served has been showered with great wealth that is beyond the imagination of mere peasants, is laden with unhappiness.

This has been the case even after he has be wedded the beautiful Maiden of Mannequins.

Though unspoken, both him and the Glorified Child of Agnus knew that the source of this unhappiness in existence lays in the fact that both chooses to walk in the path of Dignified men, rather than the Path of Peasants as intended by the Master Dealer.

Both, knowingly unknown, put the might of men before the might of haven.

The Jester embraces the might of men arms and believed that only with these two hands that man's destiny is built.

True to certain extend.

The times when the two met, the Jester and the Glorified Child of Agnus would spar using their swords of Broken Faith.

They spar just to prove to each other that one's believe is above the other.

Whatever the outcomes of these bouts are, they (at least on the part of the Demon) always knew that they love and respect each other as brothers do.

But, as time passes by, they grew apart, making the Demon Princes sad beyond words can tell.

Till this moment of time, the half dead is doing more than his very best to mend this and endless hope that haven will give him back this great friend.

Jester, Lord of the Beloved.

Enter the King, Pauper Lord of the Blacks.

The King and the Demon have been friends since both of them were very young. Their friendship is one made by chance, when they were put together in the Halls of Befallen Scholar.

Back then, the King, a small dark and muscular man, was a pauper. Though he has neither wealth nor looks, he is the owner of a good heart. Never once during their friendship, the Demon fails to see the King willingly and with out any question help those indeed though he is in need.

If one to look closely at his hands, one could see how hard and coarse his palms are - telling the story of hardships that the King endure although his entire life at that time to seek fortune - not for him but for his family, and later, for his wife and children.

He has toil and been tested with so many trials that whenever he has the time to meet the King, would be very humbled and made realize that one life would only be changed by god only when he work relentless hard to change it.

Changed has the King life is.

He is among the titans of Mine now, but, his heart remains as innocent and as pure as the first snow flake that falls to earth.

But then, he has one small flaw. He is a Black.

Though he believes in the power of haven, he also believes in the power of pagans.

Though his heart is pure, his soul is lost.

Lucre became his lower deity.

Along came Mamak Bendahara, the lost White.

Mamak Bendahara or the Royal Adviser in this language that we use, is of the blood of Soul Sages. He was adequately train by the White Mage of the Order of Seasoned Skullcaps, and, still is adequately knowledgeable in its teachings but not in practice.

If one to seek the meaning of beauty, than the time when the demon first met the Mamak Bendahara would best suit that definition.

He first saw him during one of the five daily compulsory visits to the Temple of the Forgotten.

There, he saw Mamak Bendahara leading a line of Greys, worshiping the Unseen Deity. He has the face that defines calmness, purity.

That sight of him brings tears to the Demon's eyes, humbling him and reminding him of the divine love of the Master Dealer. He knew then and he vowed that no matter how hard he would make this man his immortal friend.

And true enough, it is hard...

Some few years back, four to be exact, The Prince Who Rides on a Swift Chariot Wielding a Sword, pulled by a black and white sphinx from Major Arcana visits the Royal Advisor and plague him with the thirst of inflexibility, success, wealth and recognition.

Since then, the Demon could only watch as the plagues changed him little by little to what he is now - a lost white.

Things becomes sour for both of them due to this sickness, but, no matter how bitter they are, the Demon could not find anywhere in his heart to leave the Mamak Bendahara.
The reason, oddly enough, is very simple.

He has never stopped believing that there is still a speck of purity in the lost White's help. The man he saw at the Temple of the Forgotten still lives inside the Royal Advisor heart, weakened.

If ever the Demon abandons him, that man would surely die.

Then there's The Others.

These The Others, are the daily warriors, merchants, mentors, sages, necromancers and the rest of the dwellers of mine (exclude family).

Out of all of them, one sect in particular should be dealt with the utmost of care.

The Warriors, especially Warriors of Corpus.

These warriors are highly skilled assassins, especially in the arts of the Hidden Carnis Rosea, which can kill even the strongest of man so subtly.

Under normal circumstances, these warriors are gentle people as the manifestation of another skill that they have mastered - the Secret Way of Dexterium Invidiae.

The Warriors of Corpus respect everybody that is somebody to nobody. Their loyalty is up for sale for the highest bidder, though under one standing condition, the gain greatly from it.

To have a save journey, other than liaising yourself with the Whites, you'd better be friends with these warriors.

You are guaranteed to have a very safe and prosperous journey, just as long you remember not to step on their shadow's toes.

THE REASON WHY THE THING THAT HAPPENED IN THAT PERIOD OF TIME TO THE BEINGS INVOLVED AT THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL STARTED TO HAPPENED

Nobody really knows why the thing that happened in that period of time at the place where it all started to the beings involved happened.

Every single living thing has squeeze the grey matter dry trying to figure out this big enigma. Many have fail and become insane in their attempt, quit a number have miserably fail to do so and a significant amount of souls lost even after so many efforts made to seek the answer.

But, there are few survivors.

The Demon, on the other hand, is still in dark. He has been so for so long.

Often, he ponder that how much easier it would be just to let this curse of a thought go. However, no matter how hard he tried, this question would come swinging hard back at him, and each done it happens, the swoosh is more violent and the stay is longer.

Intense insanity, fracturing failures and limping lost, all of them the Demon Prince has tasted, but never, serinity.

So many times has he asked the Great Sages, Necromancers, Wizards, Witches, Soothsayers, Clairvoyants and Preachers for it but all remain the same, back at the place where he had begun.

One thing though, he knew that the answer is in the form of a question - why must all this happened?

The resounding answers -

Why must you ask?

Because I want to know, why don't you let me know?

Why do want to know?

Because I hate being in this extended darkness.

Why must you be in this prolonged darkness?

Because you still haven't told me why do all of these happen!

Oh when will you learn?

The demon has no answer for that. The Demon has no answer for anything.

END FOR AN OVERDUED INTRODUCTION

For what have i mentioned and wrote, is all the things that the besotted the Half Dead - Demon Prince, Child of Agnus.

They are and will be the chronicles of the being once known as Lord Lights of Lights.

All is and as what I have witnessed happening to the Demons-In-Me who lived in the world called Mine during his current existence.

I, the narrator, could give you no answer if you were to ask why, when, where or how does his journey stop.

But, I could tell you who will who will stop it.

For now, this is how the story end - as a beginning to another end.

- ending of a beginning, starting of an end -

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

QUESTIONS

Where o where are my sails,

to answer the kiss of the coming wail,

that I hope to liberate my inanimate caravel,

down the straits of hell's parallel.

when o when would I see land,

as the compass speak in tongues miscomprehend,

making shy my shadow friends,

leaving lonely mutiny in my small little hands.

Who o who should my knee bend,

as all that I know have now disband,

leaving me with only a mute Friend,

whom I felt when the nights ends.

why o Why in the middle I stand,

when the winds blow from four ends,

and my legs are shackled only by a tiny band,

made form the bees glands.

Who o who shall be call a man,

when a child is greet with a stance,

when hatred become the name of a dance,

when love is made during a trance.

oo(O)oo

GOD I ASKETH OF THEE

God,

I worried not of my imperfections,

nor of my immature slacking,

as all will be gone with out no questions,

by prayers with no sign of endings,

but one thing haunt my inner mansions,

that all shall left my love crying,

as if hurt by thorns of millions,

even when none is mention,

thus to thee knelt and shall never cease praying,

made my blood her healing potion,

and bring her smiles form morning to morning.

___________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,t

heDemon would only want to rest.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and errrr.....

2007-08-15T00:34:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(latest continuity of an insanity)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

I AND I

I and I,

one and one,

none and none,

make a whole lot of fun.
mine and mine,

mind and mind,

there is no bind,

to make your eyes blind,

in hope that you will find,

what yours is mine.

___________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,

theDemon would only want to rest.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and HA HA HA...

2007-08-14T01:20:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(latest continuity of an insanity)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

A gift for Melady Cosmic Abyss

SUN, SUN WHERE ARE YOU?

Sat the lady sadly by the window sill,

tears trickle against her will,

seems darkness stood forever still,

as the sun hid as if befallen ill.

To the clouds a question she ask,

why the sun’s rays you dare to mask,

making me riddled with the heart’s unwanted task,

letting sorrow enjoying its bask.

To that lady the clouds answered,

why let you mind bewildered,

look around at the humbled flowers,

all bow to your sweet hidden cheer.

And if you listen ever so close,

you’ll hear what the flowers wish to disclose,

though differed we are all roses,

flourished by the beauty that your heart hosts.

___________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,

theDemon would only want to rest.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and we continue...

2007-08-10T00:37:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(latest continuity of an insanity)

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

WARIOR'S HYMM

LO there readied the lines of my enemies,

lo there they stood with reddened eyes,

swords wielding and shield yielded,

claiming my blood and breath,

a trade satisfied only with my death.

On this land I make my stance,

donned my mask and shy any ask,

hiding the sweat that tell of my blurry glance,

paving the way for fear to wake from its Sunday bask,

making trembles kiss my shaken stance.

Die die die my enemies cried,

running they come without no smile,

shorten the length lesser than a mile,

hunger for blood to be drank with bile.

Lift my head from all true lies,

Silent sound heard along my file,

Come my foe I great you with a smile,

And to death I'll break your trial...

Come my enemy paced up your prance,

Don't you stop even to glance,

This grey child will join your dance,

Even if only with shadows bracing my stance.

___________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,

theDemon would only want to rest.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and to you I bow...

2007-08-06T01:33:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(latest continuity of an insanity)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

SAY AN ARM TO AN ARM

Say an arm to an arm,

remember the grains that we farmed,

remember the kills that we hunt,

remember the ladies that we lust,

remember the things that we lost...

reminding this arm to the other arm,

reminding one could do no harm,

reminding each other if one is lost in night's charm...

there would no flowers in god's beautiful farm.

___________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_______

...and I wonder...

2007-08-03T00:30:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(latest continuity of an insanity)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

WORRY NOT MY LOVE

Love,

worry not when it rains,

close your eyes and let go your pains,

and let all tears be slain,

happiness is yours to gain,

brought down by the my midnight saint,

helping this hands that have long been waned,

tugging away your nightmares chains.

Love,

hate you not the chilling winds,

let free yourself and feel it caress your chin,

put away all the ale and the gin,

welcome it with a great wide grin,

let not your mind dance in a spin,

for the winds come with a hint,

that haven is colored with my love as the paint.

___________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_______

...and WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN THINKING boy...

2007-08-01T01:17:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(latest continuity of an insanity)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

BLOOD BARTER

In my cart,

are the treasures of my heart,

a trade that I will only part,

if you are willing to pay with blood.

Ask me to trade,

only if my eyes were red,

on a table filled with bread,

served only with the wine's great red.

___________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_______

...and WHAT ELSE...

2007-07-31T00:12:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(latest continuity of an insanity)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

MY LITTLE SUN

My little sun,

The day before you run,

remember the days that have gone,

from the day your flesh is spun,

to this moment where your soles are worn.

My little sun,

remember the first words you said,

it make no sense to no waiting maid,

those were your cries when you are laid,

but they were enough to make me contemplate.

My little sun,

in this spot your stand,

greet the seasons with open hands,

and remember, remember, this faraway land,

steadying you when your feet dance.

My little sun,

After all these you have done...

you can embark on your mighty, mighty run.

___________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_______

...and HEYA....

2007-07-26T01:05:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(latest continuity of an insanity)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

LOOK AT ME

I'm tall,

I'm good looking,

I'm smart,

Dream on boy...

I'm likeable,

I'm respectable,

I'm without spectacles,

You got a minute or so for this dream...

I'm lovable,

I'm charming,

I'm great.

Opps,

time's up,

wake up,

tidy up,

and don't fuck up.

___________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_______

...and and and...

2007-07-24T23:49:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(latest continuity of an insanity)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

JOURNEY

My pack is set,

my ride is ready,

but my heart is heavy,

and my glases are dirty,

to be Merry,

I have to leave Mary,

and to leave Mary is very scary,

to you my diety,

please answer me,

would I be ever be free,

to embark on this journey,

as all seems so very funny,

to stay or go the lines are very much blurry,

or is it me who is in a hurry,

or is this the punishment of being 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 want to rest.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and this is for Melord GUKITA...

2007-07-23T02:28:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,
Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

I give this to you,

MELORD GUKITA

the father of the luckiest daughters

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

As requested. These two are very coarse and shabby, but I hope they'll make a good gift for your daughters.

A favor though, share it with every one you know, especially Melord Abah de la Count.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

WITH THIS

With these bones of mine,

or using these hairs intertwined,

I will built you a castle so fine,

to ward of searing shine,

and dulls the splinters of the pines,

and give all a sign,

this heels are pillars of my hind.

And with this wrinkled hind,

I'll break winter's bind,

and feed the rose's vines,

with alms from my tears till I am blind,

making a bed of a kind,

so that your sadness be kept behind.

Bewarned O heartless hunter,

as this oath will live forever,

and this anger shall never waiver,

if this seed of me and my lover,

in your mind you ever dare tinker.

WHEN I KISS MY DAUGHTER

When I kiss my daughter,

my heart shiver,

no of what would come after,

but of my rocking shelter,

ask myself would it cover,

those lovely eyes who called me father,

from the sadness of fall in this long year,

and from the coldness of winter that come after,

and will the lawn let spring bloom flowers,

or will the roof shade her from the trials of summer,

never ceased I wisphered to her mother,

am I a worthy father,

as my might is like a feather,

blown hapless by the winds of fear.

Then kissed I am by my daughter,

and all fears are no longer,

as I know from now to the day after,

with my life I put as a wager,

anything I'll do for her,

until breath is mine no longer.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

....and AI YAY YA....

2007-07-23T01:26:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(latest continuity of an insanity)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

LEARNED FOOL

Here is a pool,

in it is water,

by its side is a fool,

who waits with out waiver,

on a golden stool,

that a fish would be his saviour,

bring water and banishing the draught's cool,

wanting not to be a fisher,

in hope the fish would wipe his drool,

bearing his undying hunger,

while trying hard to keep his idotic cool.

___________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_______

...and DO NOT peek...

2007-07-21T01:46:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,Year of the Ignis Mialis.

5th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(continued)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

DARLING

Neither diamonds nor golden rings,

even crowns of a king,

or the breasts of queen,

shall mend this lonely sting,

if you whom my heart sing,

hid like the moon in morning,

and shy like the sun in the evening,

leaving me forever yearning,

for the kiss from the one I call darling.

___________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_______

...and Do NOT faulter...

2007-07-19T01:24:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,Year of the Ignis Mialis.

5th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(continued)

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

SILK, CAHSMERE and RAG

Silk, cashmere and rag,

each give you the right to brag,

each differentiate the life you drag,

each silhouette your inner hag,

which of those you would bag,

to be worn under the winter sun's pack,

aloowing you to say that spring could be painted in wax,

to show that your summer has relax,

marking your autumn sex,

warding all of the white hex.

___________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_______

...and DO NOT go awry...

2007-07-18T00:47:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,Year of the Ignis Mialis.

5th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

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oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

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oo(O)oo

MEETING PLACE OF THE ENDS

Hmmm. what joy it is to be here,
the place where all ends gather,
makes one feel a little bit richer,
though one is far from ones fo'c's'le.

Here where the wind's head meets,
everything seems so sweet,
but be wary fresh juicy meat,
it might be the drops from a serpent pit.

___________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_______

...and DO NOT be worried...

2007-07-17T00:50:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,Year of the Ignis Mialis.

5th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction
(continued)

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oo(O)oo

- Begining of an end -

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oo(O)oo

Diamond Dagger

My travelling friend,
take this dagger in my hand,
take it not by the hilt embelished so grand,
grab it by the blades i hope you understand.

Take it with good care,
sheath it in your heart's lair,
this is an expensive give and I hope you are aware,
made by the shining rocks of despair.

Forgive me if you felt danger,
that is the beauty of this diamond dagger,
a sinful gift from my father,
for you - who in my eyes looks like a beggar.

___________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_______

...and just be patient...

2007-07-14T21:31:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,Year of the Ignis Mialis.

5th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

An Overdued Introduction

(continued)

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oo(O)oo

NICE PLACE

Wow! this is one nice place,

where everyone is a shooting ace,

where every man has a good looking face,

where every lady sat with such grace,

it sure is a nice place.

But this place is not mine,

it is yours, drinkers of wine,

here, I am but just a dirty swine,

trap between the sweet roses vine.

___________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_______

...and wonder no more...

2007-07-13T00:42:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Dawn of the time of tales,Year of the Ignis Mialis.

5th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

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oo(O)oo

... An Overdue Introduction ...

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oo(O)oo

"Sometimes you have to go places with characters and emotions within yourself you don't want to do, but you have a duty to the story and as a storyteller to do it."

Hugh Jackman

"It is the story-teller's task to elicit sympathy and a measure of understanding for those who lie outside the boundaries of State approval."

Graham Greene

"All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live."

Mark Twain

"Unbeing dead isn't being alive."

E.E.Cummings

- Scroll up, an update is there. I'll continue this overdued introduction a bit later -

- Begining of an end -

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WHY AM I DEAD?

Hey mister,why so somber?
the world is full with colour,
live up, enjoy the splendour.

It's because I'm dead.

No mister you can't be dead,
your face is still red,
look, even that wound still bled,
and you look like a man well fed.

Really, I died.

Mister, why do you lie,
I can tell from from eyes,
I know you have just cry,
how could you say you have died?

Boy here's why,

Could you feel that the air is so dry,
and the soil beneath your covered with sly,
and both fought seeking to be beautified,
by seeping the river's blood dry,
and there's no more space for me forehead to shy.

Besides, I have nothing to sing.

no, not even one of 'em shining things,
and me belly is no larger than a string,
you know how 'em bitches love those shiny shiny things,
on the head and the bellies of a dying king.

Yup, you're dead,
and I better fled,
being with you is most definately bad.

Hey, I did told you am dead.

___________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_______

...and DO NOT be surprised...

2007-06-30T00:04:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

THE DAY THAT I LOST COUNT OF THE DAYS...

5th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

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oo(O)oo

NAUGHTY .... NAUGHTY

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

What would happen if I put my rooster's two feet into your donkey's mouth?

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

The Signs We Make

Stick up and split your index and middle finger,

and put them straight on their face,

don't you be amuse or wonder,

how it'll trigger a smile and even win you a pink lace,

now,

put down either one of those finger,

and point it straight at their face,

and prepare to run faster than a swelled river,

to save your self from what would come after.

Then,

Stop running and try opening up your arms,

add a little bit smile as a charm,

you'll see that they'd become calm,

and even offer you some ale as alms,

or,

Stop running and put up your fists,

add a little bit of hiss as a twist,

stand your ground like a dying priest,

and don't forget to be gratefull for all God's bliss.

Then after,

Remind me back which one you are,

the chaser or the one being chased so far,

for both makes no different seen from a moving car,

all the same in man's mad war.

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Pantun Pasak

Pasang pasak berapit-rapit,

Boleh bergasak bila di dapur,

Amat rugi berpesak sempit,

Seluar kan rabak bila di bukit.

Resam kaki mendaki bukit,

Betis letih perut pun pedih,

Rugi aki mengurut si sakit,

Yang menahan angin di perut buncit.

Menahan angin di perut buncit,

Melawan pedih berlagak sombong,

Meminta pimpin pada selampit,

Membawa rintih bila di kolong.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

_______OPPPSSSS_______

_______O_______

...and this is for you...

2007-06-23T01:09:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...

Twilight between Day of the Terribles and the Blithe,

21st dawn of the Time of Healing,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

5th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...

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oo(O)oo

The Poet who sat at the Gates of Hell

(a dedication for MA and her broods whose two last posts has greatly touched me and Melord Abah de la Count who is in a veruy long silenceand My Akh Master Wailer whom I hope to be smiling againand also to all the parents and children)

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oo(O)oo

"What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?"

Shakespere’s Hamlet.

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oo(O)oo

"Ha ha ha," laugh the little boy at the statue of a naked man sitting in a thinking pose.

"Ha ha ha ... the model for this oxidized sculpture must be one shameless dude! Ha ha ha ..." said the boy laughing cheerfully to his father.

The man, late in to his thirties, smiled lovingly at his sweet sweet son.

"There's a tale made of tales behind this eternal body, but I don't think you'd wanna hear it kiddo, big kids like you would never want to hear such boring tales" the man teases his boy with a smile.

Raising an eye brow, sporting a spout that marks a child with a scorned ego, "Sez who?!" retorts the red cheeked boy, a bit annoyed, to his father,"Tales are fun, it'll fills up time since there's nothing else to do in our long trip. You sholudn't have said that I don't like tales, that's sooooo very stone aged of you Papa!"

"Ha ha ha ..." laughed the man at the remarks by the light of his heart,"okay, okay lil' dude, I will tell you the tales of The Poet who sat at the Gates of Hell, not in the ways that it is written, but in the manner it is forgotten."

Both father and child walk to a nearby sidewalk cafe. They sat and ordered their drinks and a hefty set of munchies, "well theres something that would occupy my mind while hearing papa's boring tales. Hope there'd be a chicka or two passing down this way too...heheheh," slyly silently and with a sinister smile the child thougt.

And slyly, silently with saintly smile prayed the father's heart,"one day this dear child of mind will grow up with a filled tummy and a full mind."

Drank and ate they do, and went to the loo too before the stroy to be told is told with no blue.

There tale begun with a note of question.

Why must a man sat in such a position, with an exposed loin as if he is a pauper with a songle coin.

He is a poet, of which a tell tale sign of a man with great wisdom. Muscular and well sculptured marking great health and of great wealth.

So why must he sat in such a position?

None could answer this 'cept for the man who made The Poet who sat at the Gates of Hell his son.

And none could answer this 'cept for the the statue who is the son.

"Or so we thought for the countless ages that have run," the father said to his young son.

"The statue," he continued his tale, "is the work of a meastro who wish that he could live for eternity".

But, as he is human, he realised that it is not a possibility for anyone to live life that long.

"And son, eternity is a very long period," epxlained the father.

To live life that long, one should have a great amount of patience, a good taste of happiness, a huge portion of love and, a citadel of dexterity to maneuver between the winding roots of despair and sadness.

For quite a long while the maestro ponder and wonder and tought of this.

Until who day, a strock of enlightenment struck him.

"He knew, to live for eternity, he could never be in this mortal body that he is in now," explained the thirty something dashind dad to his cute cuddly kid.

"But this enlightment is by no means straight forword," he continued making that cute cuddly kid of his lean forward in much interest and ask:"how so?"

"No one could tranfers thenself from one body to another, silly boy, that only happen in horror thrillers - and that reminds me to put cut you back on those long hours of tv," answered the adult to the adolescent.

"Oooo no no no ... there's no way that would happen ... I'm telling mom about this," the son tries to bargain.

"Hmmm... do that and the story ends here," counter bargained the father knowingly that his son interest in it would make him willing to loose anything sacrifiable privilages that he has.

"Grrrrrr... you are mean papa... okay you win. But don't think for a second that this would go unforgetten," replied the son with a sweet smile.

"No matter, a win is still a win no matter how small," says the father with an equally sweet smile.

"Now, lets get back to the tale shall we?" asked the father,"Yay!" respond the son.

A man is no maestro if he lack the ability to seek, sieve and synthesize the knowledge that he has gain.

Using that qualities of a meastro, he managed to find a way to live eternally.

"All I need is a replica of myself, not of my shape, but of the experience, thoughts, knowledge, believes and the spirit that I have.

"A replica that also has the ability and qualities of a thinking person so that he would grow inner and outer bodily, and in time, past it trough to another replica," the maestro concluded his search.

The father,paused for a moment and look at the widening eye of his son, seeing a growing interest in the story that he is telling.

"Want another scoop of ice cream kiddo," asked the before continuing telling the tale.

"Yup," answered the son short.

"With that understanding of what he should do, the maestro began to work on his replica," continue the father after the scoop of ice cream is served.

For two straight day and two straight night, the maestro work on the design and the layout and testing the best material for making his dream of immortality to materialized.

And in last nine hours of those two long night, a shape of a dashingly handsome, muscular and very smart looking man - sitting with and arm supporting his head as if he is deep in thoughts thinking about thoughts.

And for two months straight the maestro melt, mold, braze, polishing, refining and carve the statue using the finest of the finest bronze ore.

"And finally, there it stood, magnificently and shining gloriuosly under the midday sun," said the father to his son.

Now what is left for the meastro is to find a location as grand as his creation for it to reign and rule the awe of the people who saw it.

After a very long pondering moment, he decided that this creation of his will be placed at the gates of a wizards' throve.

The reasoning for this is, it is a mecca for the lords and ladies of the town. A haven for those who have only a gown. A paradise for those who do not want to be a clown.

So, with great trouble and even greater difficulty, he hoist with great heaves the poet,"and of course he had some help there," explained the father to his son,"and carriage it to the wizard's castle right in the middle of the capital of the country we he lived."

With great care, and even greater love, he place it midway trough the pavement that leads from the golden gates to the great doors of the wizard's castle.

"All is done in one long cold night," said the father.

When the morning sun of the next day rose to take the place of the night moon, and when the sun's first ray of light hits The Poet, the whole of the country was graced with a wonderful awe.

The reflected ray showered them with golden light making them deliciuosly blinded.

And when delicious blindness seeps from their eyes, the town folks - from the lords to the ladies to the paupers and the preachers to the behave and the delinquents to the saint and the sinners to the dumb and the learned, found themself standing motionlessly in looking in awe at an awesome sight.

As if a golden god has descended from the sky, The Poet become the only sight of their eyes.

All felt as if they were in the presence of a diety king.

Not realising that at the foot of The Poet lay almost lifeless the maestro.

If only The Poet can shed tears, only then, all of them would realise the sadness that harbour in his bronze chest.

And there sat The Poet in front of what have become the gates of hell for him since that day where his creator has fallen.

And there he sat reminiscing with great sorrow that he would be there and not with the hands that created him with great love and care.

And there he sat from that moment to this day when a father, who, in a time not so long is a sweet little son who at the same spot first learned of the tales of The Poet who sat at the Gates of Hell told by his father, stood looking lovingly at the son that resembles the likeness in his looks and behaviour when he is of his age.

"And amidst the silence of the town folks who stood in awe, told my father to me," said the father to the grandson of his father,"the maestro whispered to The Poet..." he continued while lifting his son and bringing his face closer to him.

Be sad you not, my son,

even as I go as silent and forgetfull as the rays of the sun,

in you I live and forever I will run,

or even when my corpse will fed the worms of a nun,

trough your eyes I will make a filling bun,

and even if my name fade from the tombstone it is carved,

it will be remembered in the names that you will love,

and even when my wooden crescent cross is lost,

in your palms hells' fury will frost,

and even if my grave is step by those who walked above,

in you chest I stand proud and filled with love,

and when the shrubs shies me from the sun,

I am always proud of you my son.

And the father like his father before him concluded the tale with a kiss on the forehead of his son.

- FYI -
The Poet who sat at the Gates of Hell - The Thinker statue at Musée Rodin, Paris; a shallow intrepertation of mine.

- ended till another end -

___________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_______

...and this is who I am...

2007-06-18T02:08:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum dan sejahteralha ke atas kamu...

Selisih antara Anggara Kliwon Julungwagi dan Kliwon Sungsang,

Hari ke 12 dan 18 waktu bermulanya Kedinginan,

1428 tahun selesainya perpindahan agung.

4 hari 5 bulan menjadi hamba kepada hamba...

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Putri Pitulungan

___________ooOoo___________

oo(O)oo

Tatkala terselaknya selimut bulan yang disulami kerdipan intan yang tidak tercapai yang disusuli nyanyian syukur sang tembolok kosong, duduk bersilang kaki Sang Siluman Raja.

Dengan singgahsana tahktanya tersengguk-sengguk melayan nyanyian cengkerik yang masih terngiang-ngiang di pintu Cemuhan Suci, kembara kembali tuah walang ini di titis lalu yanng kini kering tinggal kesan.

Di kala yang diingati dalam kelupaan itu, terhidu mindanya akan haruman tujuh bunga adunan nira cinta yang pernah dihirupnya.

Setiap kuntum punya kemanisan serta kepahitannya yang memarut di buku darah beku, pewaris Sang pandai Akal Yang Bodoh ini.

Setiap kuntum menyegarkan juga memabukkan.

Setiap kuntum memanaskan belulang dingin juga melapah daging dedarnya.

Setiap satu penawar keruh juga pembawa geruh.

Puteri Pitulungan, keindahan tujuh sekawan yang datang dengan ketentuan tuhan pada detik-detik yang telah ditetapkan bersama pengajaran serta sumpahan.

Puteri Setunggal...

Sang Setunggal, cicit Hawa yang pertama yang menjinakkan hati liar cicit Adam berbintang pawaka ini.

Bagai adat berteluk timbunan kapal, lemah kaki yang menongkat diri Sang Siluman Raja bertemu Setunggal yang bermata sepet berkulit Jawa berpinggang ramping bagai ketiding itu.

Cicit Adam dan turunan Hawa itu pucuk-pucuk muda semuda pitulas musim, yang berhalkum dua Ramadhan lewat dari yang berusuk genap.

Saling melilit ranting-ranting dua pucuk muda ini lamanya nem purnama. Saat yang seketika itu kesannya amat membara.

Awalan peninggalan, Sang Siluman Raja bagai kesialan keracunan. Akhiran peninggalan, Sang Siluman Raja diselimuti ilmu pengetahuan.

Sang Puteri Setunggal mengajarnya erti induk kepada pucuk. Si Cilik bermata sepet berkulit Jawa berpinggang ramping bagai ketiding itu mengajarnya keperitan pucuk yang menanggung induk reput.

Di balik kejelitaan, Sang Setunggal banyak menelan kepahitan.

Induknya punya sekawan banir yang dihalalkan.

Induknya punya sekawan kewajipan.

Induknya punya sekawan kealpaan.

Kealpaan yang menjadikan Sang Setunggal jantan.

Menanggung beban yang induknya tinggalkan.

Langsung mengajar Sang Siluman Raja enggan bergelar jantan.

Tetapi pria yang akan lurus pada apa yang lawan duniawi sarankan.

Puteri Kalih....

Kulitnya tidak putih manakala mindanya pula saling bersilih.

Matanya memandang penuh kasih, hatinya menyayang penuh pedih.

Tak punya sayap tapi bebas terbang.

Cilik tubuhnya tapi jiwa sukar dikekang.

Namun, kalih yang paling Sang Siluman Raja sayang.

Satu kitab satu zaman.

Sayang yang membuat jati melayang.

Melayang hinggakan hati terbakar terang.

Bertemu di kala remaja kan di panggil untuk memlaksanakan tanggungjawab dengan warkah yang dibuang.

Berpisah di kala pilihan hidup mula bersilang-silang.

Pedihnya bagi luka disurah cuka semarang.

Namun ilmunya membawakan nilai dan erti kasih sayang.

Sehingga kini membawa mati kan Sang Siluman pegang.

Puteri Tri...

Putih kulit berseri-seri, selayak Sang Tri anak pada warisnya Menteri. Hadir di hati wajah yang ngeri ketika Sang Siluman masih rindukan haruman baiduri. Asal teman di ajak bersilat, namun penyebab hati terikat.

Namun indah bukan harumnya kasih setaman, membuat yang terikat berubah haluan. Kembali menari di pencak persilatan.

Sehingga kini keakhir zaman, jalan indah yang keduanya pilihkan.

Puteri Sekawan...

Anak jati tanah pahlawan, mata berseri indah menawan, jasad berdiri amat menyelerakan. Berdiri Sekawan dan Sang Siluman, berbeza lima kali bertukar Syaaban. Sang Siluman pria beruban, Sang Sekawan mentari pagi di balik awan.

Pertemuan yang hanya manis pada rawan, menukarkan sang wali kepada syaitan. Bersama Sekawan, Sang Siluman merasai manisnya bisa di kelopak bunga merah menawan. Bersama Sekawan, Sang Siluman merasai bagaimana mabuk embun di celah busut di hutan.

Bersama Sekawan, Sang Siluman mempelajari indahnya rupa istana bunian.

Sehingga kini sakitnya pada kembar yang tersembunyi dikekalkan tuhan.

Puteri Gangsal...

Tatkala menari bersama Sekawan, meronggeng Sang Siluman bersama Puteri Gangsal. Di tanah kembarnya kelawar sang puteri berasal, disilang simpang oleh hamba tak berakal.

Berdiri Gangsal dan Sang Siluman, berbeza lima kali bertukar Syawal. Namun, di wayang ini, Sang Gangsal beruban ikal, Sang Siluman pula cahaya siddiq di balik awan.

Puteri Gangsal pernah di tawan, namun ketika itu enam muharram dia dilepaskan ikatan. Tekad di hati Sang Siluman, yang ini bakal dijadikan cawan yang diriba piringan.

Pada induknya yang tidak suka minuman hidangan Sang Siluman, dia tegas menanak air di pembakaran.

Akibat dari kedegilan, dadanya dirobek air yang panas sakan.

Parutnya masih belum kekeringan, tinggal kekal menjadi ingatan kepada satu pengajaran.

Puteri Sad...

Bertemu ketika dua korban bersilih meninggalkan kisah Puteri Gangsal dan Sang Siluman. Sehingga kini masih saling betikaman walaupun yang setiap satu masih menjadi kesayangan satu yang lainnya.

Dalam tubuhnya mengalir pati sang sepet dan majapahit. Ditatih oleh bendahara permaisuri penawan tanah melayu. Sehingga bersilih antara yang sawo dan yang putih.

Namun hatinya penuh kasih.

Walau bersilih sawo dan putih, dalam darah yang hitam Sang Sad tahu mana yang wajar di pilih. Namun, setiap kali cuba beralih, teringat kembali pada yang ditatih.

Walang Sang Sad, Sang Siluman tidak pandai menabur baja.

Supaya yang nyata bertambah nyata.

Puteri Pitulungan...

Tak kira melawan mahu mengadap depan. Dari Setunggal membawa ke Sad. Tak pernah tahu apa yang dicita oleh ain.

Silapnya bukan salah mereka.

Benarnya silap Sang Siluman yang lara.

Cita dan cinta pada sang Pitulungan.

Yang wujud hanya dalam bayangan.

Sang Pitulungan, Sang Pitulungan, zikir cita dan cinta Sang Siluman.

Cantik bukan pada sang badan mahupun rupa yang menawan. Cantik pada satu pemahaman kepada yang satu.

Indah bukan pada kulit bak telur yang diangkat dari rebusan. Tapi pusat yang menyurih kisah dari pandangan dan pendengaran.

Merdu bukan pada sebarang nyanyian. Merdu dari ucapan kasih kepada kanda yang keletihan.

Cakep bukan pada cakak. Cakep pada induk dan anak.

Itulah Puteri Pitulungan yang bertakhta di benak.

- TAMAT sehingga penamat yang lain menyusul -

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oo(O)oo

Ceritera Lebah

Menonong terbang sang lebah sedih,

mencari setitik madu yang putih,

buat penghilang dahaga yang pedih,

biar tenaga yang hilang pulih,

namun mengapa sesudah musim jauh bersilih,

yang di pilih menawar pilih,

membuat dahaga semakin pedih,

membuat jiwa makin meratih.

Menonong terbang sang lebah bingung,

mata merah telinga berdegung,

sundutnya makin memanggil di balik lembayung,

panglimanya makin kuat berdegung,

letihnya makin menganggung,

menambah-manambah kepada dirinya bingung.

Di tengah hari berehat sang lebah di atas batu,

menahan letih dengan hati yang sayu,

menahan getar takut dan pilu,

menjadi tunggal di balik seribu.

Di balik sejuk tatkala singgah di atas batu,

menjelma di mata bayangan Ratu,

menyanyikan syair penuh mendayu,

menyuluh benak yang kurangnya ilmu,

agar tegar di balik sayu.

Syurga sang lebah,

bukan pada mawar yang merah,

bukan pada madu yang mencurah-curah,

tapi pada hapaknya basahan kaabah,

yang dibeli dengan jiwa yang tabah,

dan dibalut dengan dedaun usrah.

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oo(O)oo

Di kala lain, jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,di kala ini,jemari lacur ini ingin labuh di jeti mentari.

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oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and I hope you will see...

2007-06-09T20:31:00.000+08:00

Assaamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of The Pious,

9th dawn of the Time of Healing,

Year of the Ignis Mialis.

23rd dayo of the 4th month of the 2nd year of being a slave to a slaves of Lucre ...

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oo(O)oo

paradox of light and darkness

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oo(O)oo

Light and darkness...

Piouty and blasphemy...

Saint and sinner...

Kind and cruel...

Candour and sly...

Right and wrong...

Gentlemen and babarians...

Ladies and bitches...

Which of those listed are you, walkers of the mortal plane? Which one are you? the former or the later.

Either one or neither none?

But then, are these the right questions to be ask? Are you the appropriate person to answer?

To be or not to be, often one ask one self only to have the answer coming form the mouth of another.

Do one have the divine right to define one self?

Or it is the the right of the others?

Lavishly, each and every one of us preached that we are what we made ourselves. But religously we practice that a person is what we want them to be.

"I am," once proclaimed the Demon Prince, "a scuplture of a gentleman to a lady, holding the light of rightousness so that the route to piety wold be paved by kindness and ends in sainthood."

"You are," in that same instance retort the ones other than the child of agnus, "a wreckage of a wretched bastard of a bicth that dwelve in the darkness of wrongs that became the ornaments on the winding maze of blasphemy drew by sins."

"I am," herald the half-dead love only by the truly dead. in the time between what will be and has be, "a a creature that thrive illuminating darkeness, chasing and ing chased by sinning saints of wretched gentlemens who slept and swore lady whores that preaches blasphemous piousness onto a world hideously beautiful."

"You are," the hatefull lovers vainly try to dispute him, "you are... not of our kin."

Not of our kin - were the only words able to be uttered by the tounges that claimed they come from flesh of canodur.

Not of our kin - words that slyly turn to magical mantras abonishing being such as the Demon prnce.

And thus he becomes an exile from the land of exalted saint.

For a moment, the child of Agnus could only stand motionless, paralized by the darkness that surrounds him.

He could see neither to nor fro. Neither clouds nor stars. Neither sun nor moon.

Only darkness.

Silent is the only sound he could hear.

As the grains of the sand of time slowly pass, the hollowed eyes of the half dead began to see shape taking form around him.

No clear curves could be seen, only camouflaged figure of all shape and sizes.

Fear and lonelines crept painfully into his hollowed heart.

So painstaking painfull that the living part of him cringe in cry hoping that the hooded creature who yield the dreaded scythe of souls would invite him to the neitherland.

As the tears gushed from his hollowed eyes like blood from a severed artery flow began to subside, calmness embrace the once fearfull heart of the Demon Prince.

His rotting eyes began to see clearly.

His numb mind slowly recognizing each and every shape that form in the dark.

He began to understand this taunting lesson The Dealers deck is offering.

When one is blinded by the light that is intended to illuminate one's journey, one tend to see things as the things that they are not.

When one is detoxified by the sweet savory droplets of grape one would be intoxeicated by the clear water than calms and cleans the mud in a river bed.

Thus one would be obliviuos to the obviuos.

And one would see only what one wanted to see.

Making one -

be in darkness in the presence of Light... preaching blasphemous piouness...

turn into a sinning saint...

disseminating kind cruelty...

trough sly candour...

wronging the right...

a marks the birth of barbaric gentlemen...

who would later partner with bitching ladies...

- ENDED till another end -

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oo(O)oo

Seeing Blind

Hello,

I am new here,

I came from a land of the bewildered,

I have no friends nor lover.

Would you come closer to this tired traveler,

so that I can see you a little bit clearer,

please do not have no fear,

as I am a paralized blind from ear to ear,

a gift i got from me deeds in the coming years,

as a sentinel for devilish deers.

Now, now, do not be wary,

as a blind could never see,

there fore I could never pinch your little tootsy,

like what the demonic diety did to me,

so there is nothing for you to worry.

What is that you said in me hands you see?

that makes you head go weepity wee,

ahh, no, no, don't you go awry,

I'll tell you of the things I brought with me,

so you'll see a what a blind man sees.

A wand in my left and and a torch in me right hand,

is much appropriate for a blinded man,

one for shining the routes to thid land,

the other for telling an enemu from a friend.

A straight line crossed with a cresent on my neck,

a sign of me religous pack,

an order of sinning saints,

who seeks the pleasures of pain,

in hope one day I will again,

be a saintly sinner who preaches out pious blasmephemies,

making me an enemy pf the blasphemous piety.

As for this coarse velvet that I wore,

I know it is an eye spre,

but it is a precious gift from me lady whore,

who reminds me we are whoring ladies,

who love to be barbaric gentlemen,

and kill gentlemen barbaricly.

Worry not child,

as i am blind as a blind could be,

and all I know is the darkness that in it you be,

it is the light that helps me see.

___________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_______

...and the music goes on and on...

2007-05-14T19:31:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum dan sejahteralah ke atas kamu ...

Hari Senin Umanis-Soma Legi - Tolu,
Petang ke 14 Rabiul yang akhir,
Tahun Ehe, 1428 tahun perpindahan agung,

Kisah-kisah yang membawa ke hari 27, bulan ketiga menjadi hamba kepada hamba ...

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oo(O)oo

... insan ...

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oo(O)oo

Indahnya manusia, dia dijadikan Sang Pencipta dengan pilihan.

Indahnya manusia, dia dijadikan Sang Pencipta dengan fikiran.

Indahnya manusia, dia dijadikan Sang Pencipta dengan dua teman.

Namun, tanya Sang Siluman Raja pada dirinya di mana fakir diletak pada yang pilihan di antara kedua teman. Sang Nur dan Sang Nar, sama indah sama hodoh beza cuma waktu keindahan dan kehodahan itu terlihat.

Lahirnya Sang Siluman Raja ke dunia dengan kesunyian yang diselubungi kebingitan. Dari Utara membawa ke Selatan, langsung terus ke Timur menghala ke Barat. Bersilih nafas sang lautan dan juga sang daratan, hidup ini penuh kebisingan yang memeluk kesunyian.

Daripada mula cahaya menyinar ke rongga matanya, membawa ke waktu kini matanya semakin layu dengan perjalanan jasad, Sang Siluman Raja masih termangu-mangu menompang dagu merenung jauh mencari jawapan kepada persoalan yang jadi permainan ubun-ubun hina jalanan.

Indahnya manusia, dia dijadikan Sang Pencipta dengan pilihan. Namun mengapa yang dipilih tidak sunyi dari kesalahan?

Indahnya manusia, dia dijadikan Sang Pencipta dengan fikiran. Namun mengapa fikiran ini buntu dan beku malah semakin layu?

Indahnya manusia, dia dijadikan Sang Pencipta dengan dua teman. Namun mengapa diri ini tetap tenggelam dalam kesunyian?

Kamu khalifah kata Khadimul Ilm. Kamu khalifah kata Ummu Umm.

Tetapi tetap Sang Siluman Raja jalan bersepah terhoyong-hayang bagai sampah yang disumpah.

Darah kamu sama merah kata Khaliful Khuluq. Darah kamu sama merah kata Umarak Ulum. Tetapi tetap darah ini diludah menjadi semah kembar hitam sang insane.

Jadi di mana pilihan Sang Siluman Raja?

Seperkara yang dikurnia sangka, jangan meniti hidup berbeza dengan insan. Nanti kamu jadi tidak keruan, hilang haluan dan sesat panduan.

Itu kata mereka yang bergelar kawan.

Apa pun, Sang Siluman Raja keletihan dan kesurupan.

Mungkinkah terubat dengan kematian?

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oo(O)oo

…Pantun Saudara, Peri Saudari…

Salam saudara menawan,
Tunduk saudari idaman,
Sakit tertusuk bayang begawan,
Menutup telinga Sang Rakan.

Pencak saudara berbelati,
Tari saudari Putri,
Sakit berlabuh di hati,
Ubatnya di jantung kemboja wangi.

Rehat saudara letih,
Berteman saudari putih,
Ku tunggu tak pernah jerih,
Dipakai baju sulaman benang yang putih.

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oo(O)oo

hadap irama cengkrik yang lain nanti,
jemari lacur ini pasti menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkerik ini,
jemari lacur ini mahu labuh di jeti mentari.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______TERIMA KASIH_______
_______O_______

...and I give you another tale...

2007-03-24T23:36:00.000+08:00

Asslamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of Reckoning,

24th dawn of the Time of Lent,

Year of the Ignis Mialis...

6th day, first month of the 2nd year of being a slave to a slave...

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oo(O)oo

Wounded...

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oo(O)oo

No matter what, the Demon Prince still could not believe that this would again visit his life. Never, he used to whisper to himself in the silence of night, that he would be badly hurt by the soft sword that hid behind the redness of the lips.

Laying weak in his Cave of Adumbration, with breath as heavy as a dying man's, the Demon Prince cried. Something he has not done for as long as he can remember.

Thoughts of the battle that has left him livelessly crippled rushes by like puppets steered by the puppet master in haste as if he has work a scene that would angered an evil king.

The battles were painfully and beautifully mesmerizing as they were sparks of fireworks seen too close that the brightness is blinding, the booms were ear-wrecking and the coulourfull sparks scorches...

Like every other battles that marred the soul of a poet, the ones that the Demon Prince face begins with the fall of Male Goat Lee, former Captain of the Adferos of the Voice of Oryx.

Male Goat Lee, is a legendary Adferos - Warrior of the People, his legend ends not only in the beauty of the strokes that he splayed with the Sword of Story (a customary weapon of adferos from any kingdom), but also in the foulness of his tounge. Nevertheless, he is an honorable warrior who would fought with dignity and ethics.

Sadly, his legend and his foulnes is the very weapons used by the Golden Caminus named King Ren that he trained to a great Adfero to bring him down.

Befallen, he was then sold as a slave by the Dungeon Lord, Bad Rules As Har - thanks to the whispers of The Unseen and the gold painted dog - King Ren to the pitt masters of The Mesenger of a Lazed Race.

This sequent of events, has left the Chair of Twisted Destiny - the most powerful seat among the seats of the captains empty.

This is when one of The Unseen made visible to the Demon Prince and marks the the sequence of events that would lead to the day when the Demon Prince would be wounded so badly...

The fallen of Male Goat Lee pave the path for the One Who Has None rise.

The One who has None, is a dashing captain that controls the Voice of Oryx east coast Adferos. Before he sat on the Chair of Twisted Destiny, there were rumours that this forked tounge captain has been eyeing for the chair once manned by Male Goat Lee. The venom that King Ren spiked has created an opportunity for that intent that the One who has None has.

So rise the One who has None to be the Captain of Captains...

And with that, the music of war was sung to the demon's ear - only to be mistaken by hm as a sweet lullaby.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the world, the Princess - the Demon's mate is playing a similar tune, the only difference is, it was played with adifferent instrument.

Back at the Voice of Oryx, other Adferos that the Demon thought to be allies, were busy honing their Saliva Swords for an attack. So fine do they honed their swords, the Demon Prince didn't see it coming.

He lived life as usual.

Life is, for the moment of time, peaceful.

Peacefull like the calm before a raging storm.

And like any fierce storm, destruction is mark on the biggest to the most minute.

The battle began, unknowingly to the Demon, with the spaying of the Saliva Swords by his Follying Frineds. Hidden in the softness of thier fine Fabrics of Friendship, three of the Adferos began slithing the venomous dull blades of the Saliva Swords along the Demons rotting spine. So tender is the slithing, that the Demon only felt the pain when he accidently saw a long wide gash of wound from the base of his neck to the end of his spine, and it is already too late for him to mend it..

Then, like adding salt to a painful wound, the Princess chanted the chants of the Maiden no Maid, and its poke too deep in his heart.

The apex of this battle, comes on a hot Day of the Pious, where the One who has None, spewed a curse to on Zimme, a days old appointed captain to herd the Demon.

The curse made him a mindless zombie that carries the phisical form of the Captain of Captains curse.

Stepping trough the Gates of Voice of Oryx already bleeding, Zimme thrusts his zombic hands staright at the Demons skull shattering it and lay the phisical form of the mortal curse, paralysing him.

Shaken, weaken and disoriented, the Demon fell on his knees - only able to beg for mercy right on the heels of the One who has None.

And the One who has None, use this chance lavishly.

The weaken demon is struck numourously with his mace of power.

Over and over again the demon is struck till the only strength that he has left is to slowly blink his hollwed eyes.

While in an unseen corner, he heard the faint giglles of a dog.

Then came blackness.

Laying weak in his Cave of Adumbration, with breaths as heavy as a dying man, the Demon Prince can only cry.

His breaths are getting heavier and shorter.

Untill he can no longer feel the air flowing trough his nostrils down to his lungs.

And this is the moment he die.

And dead be the human half of the Demon.

And that marks the birth of a true demon.

The dark Prince of Agnus, Demon Child of the Dark Gods is reborn.

- ended till another end -

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oo(O)oo

Bag, Sack, Rack

hey there traveller vexed,

relax,

it's the only thing you can pack,

when trudgung in a world mastered by a man made of wax,

now sit is what you have to do next,

free your bag and put it in my sack,

give it to me so I can put it on my rack.

vexed traveller,

eat as I know you are haunted by hunger,

as I know every traveller is also a hunter,

looking for the mystical beast no mind can figure,

to give you strength traveling in the path of meander,

that the hunger would set you lost in anger,

and ends you as a meal cook on a sweet fire.

I know, I know it's a heavy bag,

I know, I know the content is no hag,

but you really should put it in my sack,

and you really should put it on my rack,

it would really make you relax,

and free you from the contunious vex,

I should know for I am the paver of every traveller's track.

___________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_______

...and the tag is tag...

2007-03-04T17:28:00.000+08:00

THIS IS FOR MELADY SIMAH,
QUIL-USER, LOVING MOTHER
AND MOST IMPORTANT,
A FRIEND

- latest entry is below this one -

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oo(O)oo

… UNTAGGED ...

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oo(O)oo

RULES:
People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

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oo(O)oo

I have a beautiful but weird name, lady-like in a way, but still its beatufull. I rarely introduce myself using that name, except to very selected few, not that I disrespect them, but I got this thing that I am yet to be the man god intended me to be thus I feel reluctant to use the name that god and me dad have honoured me with. Call me dumb, heck, I am nothing but that.
I like to see all living thing in their dead state. Scary? Weird? Nope. Just that I find solace and serenity in all things unlively. Inanimate to me, is like the time when we are in our mother’s womb. So serene.
I love to eat (but nowadays I don’t do it anymore) snails (siput babi to be exact), tom yam ular (did that when I was in Thailand), grasshoppers (goring kunyit or sambal – still do it whenever I’m back in Pay Rock), ulat sagu and all things weird. But the weirdest of my culinary habit is that I can never stomach jering nor kerdas even though I like every thing else ulam.
The thing with me is that I like to try everything – and I do mean EVERYTHING before I die. That being said I have done the baddest to the goodest. But nowadays I have this tendency to … (feel free to fill in the blanks).
Me parents has long since gave up in asking me to be presentable. Reason being, no matter how much the tried, I always like to don ragged-ripped cut-offs no matter where I go ‘cept for places that I can’t to that laa. Whenever I’m at me house by my self, I just don me birthday suit. I can guarantee you it’s a sight you’ll never forget (well, how could you forget when I surely die at the very sight of me in that state).
I AM CUTE AND CUDLLY.
And I’m tagging:

a. Master Wailer
b. Melady Meeza
c. Melady Blabs
d. Melady Jane
e. Melady With no ‘H’
f. Master Hamka
g. (and if it’s no breaking rule) Me Lord Abah de la Count

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

hadap irama cengkrik yang lain nanti,
jemari lacur ini pasti menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkerik ini,
jemari lacur ini mahu labuh di jeti mentari.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______TERIMA KASIH_______
_______O_______

...and more of these will be told...

2007-03-04T16:20:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum dan sejahteralah ke atas kamu...

Hari Kliwon-Bala,
Siang ke 13 Bulan Rumah Di Kosongkan Untuk Berperang,
Tahun Ehe,

Hari ke 16 menjadi hamba kepada hamba...

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oo(O)oo

MAMAK BENDAHARA...

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oo(O)oo

Tegap berdiri bersendeng sendi, Sang Siluman Raja mengadap mentari pagi igauan indah para pak tani.

Ribut Barat yang melanda Istana Sunyinya di kala Sang Pemula Akhir merendahkan kaki untuk dicium dahi-dahi Para Penunggang Berahi, masih membekaskan luka di darah beku yang bergendang di antara belulang yang terikat pada belikat.

Tidak pernah sunyi ribut itu dari sulbi Sang Siluman Raja.

Di tegak tegap bersendeng sendi ini, dia mengimbau kembali hari-hari yang telah mati.

Pernah di suatu ketika, gurun hatinya sentiasa dilitup salju baldu berwarna putih.

Di saat itu dirinya lengkap sebagai satu. Sang Siluman Raja - orang yang kaya.

Dia kaya berhartakan bukan intan bukan berlian, jauh sekali emas mahupun permata tetapi dengan jasad kasar berjiwa halus.

Namun, bersama lalunya masa, sedikit demi sedikit kekayaan Sang Siluman Raja berpindah milik. Ada duduknya di kocek dada lawan sang pria, tak kurang juga dengan yang kembali ke tanah asal sang bayi sebelum dia pertama kali menjerkah dunia.

Namun yang paling Sang Siluman Raja, hartanya yang kini dimilik dunia.

Itulah Sang Mamak Bendahara, jiwa halus yang kini lena di bantal baldu berlapik batu duniawi.

Mengenangkan Mamak Bendahara, mata Sang Siluman Raja pasti berkaca, sedihnya hingga kini teramat bisa.

Sepuluh kitar lengkap musim-musim yang lalu, ketika Sang Siluman Raja masih tegar sebagai jasad bernyawa dan punya berahi tinggi untuk berpencak dengan tapak silat penghidup minda yang mati, langkahnya terpijak bekas tapak Mamak Bendahara.

Ketika itu, Sang Siluman Raja masih punya daya untuk menyingkap kulit khinzir yang menekup telinga dan membalut sukma titisan Hawa dari gema sumbang Pemanggil Pengingat yang tak kenal jerih melolongkan mantera memancing penyembah angkuh yang sudi bangkit sebelum Sang Mentari menarik sauh yang terlabuh.

Di satu antara beribu hari yang telah berlalu pada musim musim pertama sepuluh kitar musim berlalu itu, Sang Siluman Raja bertemu Mamak Bendahara...

Pertemuan itu amat indah sekali.

Tika itu, Sang Siluman Raja sedang duduk kaki terlipat, tangan menongkat langit di permaidani tempat mata amarah mencium ludah sesal tapak yang tersepak kopiah. Dari rekah dua tangannya yang menadah ihsan yang terhijab dari mata, terpandang putera leka ini pada pemimpin pasukan pengemis yang dalam jihad menahan telanjang nafsu pada titis embun hari itd.

Terpandang dia pada Mamak Bendahara, rebung berusia 22 tujuh takbir qurban, duduk dilitupi cahaya putih...

Bermula dari saat itu, terbitlah pucuk hijau kasih seorang akhi di hati merah Sang Siluman Raja yang anggunnya hanya tertanding dek lukisan bibit fajar siddiq.

Sang Siluman Raja tiada lagi menjadi bungsu sepi, dia kini punya anugerah yang bergelar akhi. Jalannya ke penghujung duniawi kini ada penyuluh kala kelam dinihari.

Namun, bak angin yang berlalu, tiada apa yang tetap kekal...

Tiga sundal masa menjengah rebung berusia 22 takbir qurban menambah kulapuk yang berlapikkan miang dan lumut di empulur anak buluh lembut ini.

Sundal pertama, namanya Teman Tidur Si Fakir.

Sundal kedua, namanya Sang Penyanggah Si Buntut Raja.

Sundal ketiga, namanya Suri Badi.

Terlena Sang Mamak Bendahara dengan syair syahdu, ciuman palsu sundal bertiga.

Terhijablah nur terpacul suram diubun-ubunnya menukar helaian hitam rambut menjadi uban suram lagi seram.

Dan...

Tertampanlah dan terserpihlah Sang Siluman Raja dari kenyamanan persahabatan.

Dan terciptalah dirinya yang sentiasa dipeluk kesepian.

- tamat untuk tika ini tatkala menanti penghujung yang baru -

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oo(O)oo

Stailo Said wal Seksi Seripah

Stailo Said wal Seksi Seripah,
pemuda tampan dan pemudi indah,
asal dari Si Darah Merah,
yang dikukuh dengan debu Kaabah,
namun alah dek bayang Penafi Titah.

Hai Stailo Said wal Seksi Seripah,
mengapa dibiar kancing pantelon tercapah,
mengapa dibiar puting merah mengadah,
mengapa dibiar kangkang bapamu diludah,
mengapa dibiar pusat emakmu diredah,
mengapa dibiar ubun abangmu dipecah,
mengapa dibiar tundun kakakmu dicicah.
mengapa dibiar bibir adikmu dirancah?

Aduhai Stailo Said wal Seksi Seripah,
tidak mengapa jika rambutmu merah,
tidak peduli jika langkahmu bersepah,
namun,
jangan dibiar daulatmu jadi pariah.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

hadap irama cengkrik yang lain nanti,
jemari lacur ini pasti menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkerik ini,
jemari lacur ini mahu labuh di jeti mentari.

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______TERIMA KASIH_______
_______O_______

...and here we go again...

2007-02-19T20:44:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum dan sejahteralah ke atas kamu...

Dinihari Senin (Soma) Paing-Menail,
Hari ke-30 Bulan Haram Perang,
Tahun Ehe.

Hari ke-3 tahun kedua menjadi hamba kepada hamba...

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oo(O)oo

RINTIH...
(sahabat, suatu perkara yang kau perlu pelajari...)

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oo(O)oo

bertelekuk di balik tabir,
bergetar mendengar syair,
dendang lunak yang memaku mata bertitis air,
menjatuhkan si kaya menjadi fakir,
hanya kerna semangkuk nasi berlauk pasir,
dibiarkan terlondeh persalinan Amir,
hingga ternampak sang sulit hanyir.

bersilat berkeris makrifat,
makrifat tertanda ibu maksiat,
bagai kera hilang keringat,
dibiar diri dipikat pisang nan sesikat,
menjadi pak sanggup dengan tengkuk terjerat,
dibuat dari emas bertingkat.

dibiar telanjang bayang yang suci,
demi senyuman hamba menteri,
agar dikapan si kain sari,
moga hidup tatkala mati.

- buatmu sahabat yang terlena dengan syair baiduri -

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo

hadap irama cengkerik yang lain nanti,

jemari lacur ini kan menari lagi,

hadap irama cengkerik ini,

jemari lacur ini igin labuh di jeti mentari...

___________ooOoo___________
oo(O)oo
_______TERIMA KASIH_______
_______O_______

...the more things I must unlearned...

2007-02-09T15:35:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of the Pious,
9th day of the Month of Sprout-kale,
Year of Ignis Maialis,

24th day, eleventh month of being a slave to a slave...

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WORTH OF A MAN...
Al-fatihah to my late godfather who was found murdered on 5th of February, 2007.
(Mark that the events mentioned is non-fictitious even when it is told in manners that resemble fantasies)

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What is ... the worth of a man?

What value(s) that man should have to be regarded as a human being?

For eons, we have asked and seek to know the answer to these questions only to find ourselves be even more beguiled from the apparent truth.

But then, what is the apparent truth that has eludes us in our search for the worth of a man?

In the times that has preceded, now passing and that would come to pass, man has been measured by the wealth, knowledge, power, stature, standings and strength that one has.

These values that lie within have always been set by the values that lies outside of our physical being.

Yet still, man is also valued by one’s piety, adherence to the faith one holds, the virtues that one has and the kind of kindness that one posses.

These tactile and abstract aspects of a man vary with the passing of time.

These aspects the ingredients that made the plot for the story of the Demon Prince’s godfather – The Beguiled Father, who was found murdered by the sentries of The Town of the Kings of the Universe to be as it is.

The Beguiled Father is the father in law of the Jester of the Castle of Herbs. A stern-faced man, a little higher than five foot tall, a Mason-master but the most important thing of all, a loving father.

So loving that, the Beguiled Father would only at the smirk, smut, slyness and shriek of his beloved offspring.

He was married for 30 over years to the Guardian Maiden of The Palace of the Earth-brown Ivory Tower, and trough their union, they were blessed with four child, the beautiful Maiden of Mannequins, the sturdy Architect of Arcs, the stout-young Magus of Applications, and the slender Lady Morning Sun.

The beautiful Maiden of the Mannequins wed the Jester of the Castle of Herbs, master of the Sword of the Dark Enlightenment and practitioner of the Chant of the Darken path some six years back.

Their tales of romance is not of the sort that would bring gleaming smile to a sadden face of a child who has just read a scripture of heartening union, but still it is an intriguing tale (something that I will tell later in my life).

For the first four years of their union, the Hands that Dealt Destiny’s Deck has not graced them with the cry of a child, nor do they have neither the love of Lucre nor the Sanctity of Cognationis with each other kinsmen.

Even so, it does not mean that Lady Amororis smile not on them; it’s just that the smile of Amororis does not serve as the fertilizer that would strengthen the relationship between generations.

Four cycles of the seasons have past; changes occur with the birth of Little Round Eyes, crown jewel of both the Jester and Maiden of the Mannequins, just three months back.

She became the parchment that patched the worn and thorn cover of her family’s rotting dining table.

But then, a wound cut so deep would forever leave a scar.

A scar that taunt the sanctity of the Beguiled Father’s heart.

As have been mentioned, the Beguiled Father is a very loving man. It is both his blessing and his curse.

A blessing because that love have built his family a home, given his off springs a future, brought fortune to his house and attract the charm of friendship to him.

A curse because that same love become a thorny chain that bound him from the respect of his children, made him cower from even raising half a note of voice to right their wrongs fearing that they would left him.

And all of his children, except Jester and Maiden of the Mannequins, knew and make use of this curse. They make use of it well.

It weakens the essence of the Beguiled Father, up to the point he was enslaved by the ghouls and effigia herded by the lust of man, and those that roam free in a place seen not by the mortal eyes.

It becomes worst and worst for him.

The only drop of cure for the curse that have befallen him come in the form of the Guardian Maiden of The Palace of the Earth-brown Ivory Tower, The Jester, The Maiden of Mannequins and Little Round Eyes.

Even so, the cure is not for free. It came with a price tag, except for the Guardian Maiden of The Palace of the Earth-brown Ivory Tower. She is a cure promised be the Hands that Dealt the Deck of Destiny.

But such a pity that even she could not stop the vile venom of the curse of love from inching so slowly yet so steady to the Beguiled Father’s heart.

(Just a note, the Guardian Maiden should be a reminder to all men and all women how great is the title a Wife is. Value it.)

If only, the other three cure is as free as the Guardian Maiden. The fate would be very much different.

As afore-mentioned, the birth of Little Round Eyes has patched the worn and torn cover of the Beguiled Father’s dining table.

She has brought both the Jester and the Maiden of Mannequins the humility and humbleness of being a parent and a child. Before her, even though that both of them love the Beguiled Father very very much, both saw him as a meddlesome figure in their married life.

They have always perceived the Beguiled Father’s love as a barrier for them to be independent as a couple. Though it has not been verbally or physically materialized, the dark aura of that perception could always be felt, especially by the Demon Prince.

It brought turbulence thunderous intangible storm to all of their once calm and serene existence.

Humiliated and humbled, by the innocence of a child, both Jester and the Maiden of Mannequins changed their way. But the wind of change comes too little to late for the sails of the Beguiled Father’s departed heart.

His heart has departed so very far, that on the Day of Sacrifice, it anchored at the Port of Dread. There the Port Masters took and hid him from the eyes of mortals. That was the last anyone saw him alive.

That day, the Beguiled Father went out for his evening walk, some that he has not done for more than a while. A speck of happiness could be seen in his sad eyes. Maybe, he has felt the true sweetness of his love, or the divine love. Nobody knew and no body would ever know.

The disappearance of the Beguiled Father, brings storm of sadness and fear to the Guardian Maiden, the Maiden of Mannequins and Jester.

Bewildered and confounded, they seek the Demon Prince for assistance.

As the will of the mortal hands are limited, they seek the help of an Oracle of the Broken Path and a Mage of the Inverted West and together with the Demon Prince, they trudge the Planes of Falacy.

There all truth unfolds as told in the passages prior to this dot.

The Unseen told the three, of the Beguiled Father sad tales and they told them not to wait for his return as he has accepted the Devine Hands invitation to his eternal home. A message is sent to the ones he would be, and now have, left behind.

To the ones that I love,

know that I love you more than love is meant.
though we part in manners that would make a man rent the tears of the blind,

my love would still be one of a kind.
I leave and would never come back.
I left a legacy that no storm would wreck.
Lower our heighten heads.
So that our chest no longer be spread.

That and only that be sent to the Beguiled Father’s family.

But man is in essence thinking beast. His family would not lower what should be lowered, and pave their broken path.

They heavily believe in the will of man.

Failing to find him, they turn to the Linen White Mages and Sages of the Rainbows. No matter how many have failed them, trick them they still believe that the will of man is great.

Until that day, 5th dawn of the Month of Purification, the Beguiled Father is found lifeless, meatless and undignified.

Answering the question of … what is the worth of a man.

- ‘tis the tale of the Demon Child, ended till another end -

- Glossary -

1. Sword and Chant – the things that we used and say to show where our forehead lands.
2. Lucre – greek (if I’m not mistaken) god of wealth
3. Cognationis – literally it meant kindred
4. Amororis – love
5. Dining table – an analogy that require a wee bit of thinking
6. effigia – ghost
7. Planes of Falacy – another dimension

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the chairs, the table and the cloth we dine on
(my gift to those who are fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, brothers and sisters)

On the chairs, the table and the cloth we dine on,
mama serve a sumptuous meal,
a sumptuous meal made form the hunt that papa kill,
the hunt that papa brought back on heavy old wheels.

On the chairs, the table and the cloth we dine on,
papa carved the luscious veal,
while mama kept our hunger vigil,
so that our little tummies feel no shrill,
till we have the night’s fill.

By the chairs, the table and the cloth we dine on,
papa stood on the site with his pipe lit,
cleaning blood that his hunt has spilled,
and chasing out the winter’s chill,
so that we feel no gritting frill,
after we had our night’s fill.

Round the chairs, the table and the cloth we dine on,
mama walks with a clean white cloth,
cleaning our mouth from filthy froth,
while kissing the sleepy eyes under the brows.

To the chairs, the table and the cloth we dine on,
we haste a bow and a cheery bye,
and wish the leftovers tomorrow they will dry,
that tomorrow again on you we dine,
with the meals mama made so fine,
made from the kills that papa find.

O chairs, table and cloth we dine on,
we trust that tomorrow would also be fine,
there you’ll wait for us to dine,
when we wake after the sun comes to shine.

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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.

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_______THANK YOU_______
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...and I don't how much longer I would keep this inside me...

2007-02-06T02:11:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Peri yang terjadi antara mentari pagi Saniscara Wage-Tambir hingga dinihari Soma Pon-Matal,
Pagi ke-16 Bulan Haram Perang 1428 tahun sejak mula Pindah Ulung,
Tahun Ehe.

Hari ke-5 bulan ke-12 menjadi hamba kepada hamba...

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YANG TERSIRAT...
(the series of words kept for so long between the demon's rib bones ...)

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Nama yang disohorkan oleh ayahku, yang menjadi inti patiku, umpamanya tak ubah bagai sejuta bintang berkerdip mengelilingi seribu purnama penuh yang menemani sepuluh mentari zuhur.

Anugerah bisa bersama nama ini, ialah nista yang dihampakan oleh tundun yang menongkat diri tatkala pungguk mula menyanyi.

Harta nama ini, ialah seketul jantung yang sentiasa berdegup kencang bila desir angin menyapa pipi bersama bisikan dedaun pohon pemayung, perumah madu dan juga pengukuh diri ini.

(Tuhan, jangan biarkan air mata ini menitis...)

Kebal nama ini, ialah pada dada mujahid-mujahid malam yang kekar dihari sebelum petang, menjadi papan batu tempat diri ini mengukir diri.

Lengkap nama ini, hanya dengan bunga kasturi yang sudi menemani diri tatkala jasad diri ini tidur di katil berhampar tujuh helai permaidani putih dan berselimutkan enam kaki tanah merah.

Namun, tatkala desir sang menjalar merah juga suara sergah dua malaikat marah, sunyi lidahku yang kelu akan menyendiri dari diri kerana harum sang kasturi yang tetap setia memayung dua tiang seri abadiku bakal merangkum anugerah, harta, kekebalan dan pelengkap nama diri ini dan menjadi ubat pada bisa ciuman anak neraka yang tadinya berdesir dan pedih sebat pasangan dedewa algojo.

(tolonglah Tuhan, aku tidak mahu menangis...)

Itulah dirimu yang diriku mimpikan setiap kali sang cengkerik menari sehingga lena dengan mata yang terbuka - Sang Kasturi Putih, peneman diri yang bakal dilupakan ini.

Namun, diri ini tak mampu menolak perkara yang tersentuh dengan jari...

Engkau sayangku, mawar berduri, bukan sang kasturi. Harumnya seakan, tapi tetap berbeda.

Bukan suratan yang dirancang, tika mana pada malam itu, satu dari ratusan malam mata ini merajuk dari tidur, ketemu diriku denganmu.

Tatkala itu, dari tutur tintamu yang dikau ketuk, terhidu diriku harum mirip kasturi, bentuk seakan melati membebaskan khayalan dari takhta mimpi.

Pada detik itu, hingga saat ini, hati diri ini hilang dari peti usang yang telah sekian lama mengekang dan menjadikan jasad ini walang.

Apapun, dari detik itu hingga ke detik ini, tidak pernah hati diriku ini membuka cincin kursani yang mengikatnya kepada hatimu mahupun terdetik mahu hijrah ke laman nurani yang lebih indah.

(Lord, I can’t stop these tears… at least give the strength to bare their slicing slide down my cheek)

Namun, setelah dua puleh empat kitaran purnama berlalu, cincin kursani yang asalnya memberiku kekuatan, kini menjadikanku lemah.

Madumu Sang Kasturi Putih, menjadi racun enak yang berlegar di tenggorokku.

Tidak lagi jasad hati ini mampu berdiri dalam penjara hujan yang membentengkan diri ini dari pasak kekebalan, kekayaan dan jati dirinya.

Cincin kursanimu Sang Kasturi Putihku, masih lagi di jari.

(Tuhan, dadaku berat dengan kesedihan...)

Akanku terus memakainya, Sang Kasturi Putih, hingga saatnya, Raja Alami kita melaksanakan titah yang tertulis di balik sejadah tempat mataku berludah.

Tika itu, cincin kursani ini masih terus dijariku.

Namun, di dedahan runcingmu, akan terbalut siraman hujan baiduri di kala berdiri akar kakimu di kuburan pahlawan – peneman sepadan dengan Sang Kasturi Putih harum lagi menawan.

- HABIS buat TIKA ini -

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Antara Mawar dan Kasturi

Antara mawar dan kasturi,
harumnya tiada terperi,
menghilangkan resah di kuburan ini,
menambah indah suri.

Sang mawar berduri,
pemeluk tanah sang bestari berbudi.

Sang kasturi berseri,
peneduh kubur sang abdi.

Manakah kisah manakah peri,
layak Ali mawar diberi,
diturun takhta dari sisip telinga sang puteri,

Ingat kamu wahai Ali,
mawar telah mencemar duli,
jangan kau fikir mahu bebas berlari,
memercik lumpur durinya yang suci.

Mana lagu manakah nyanyi,
mahu Ali mawar jadi kasturi,
kerna sudah resam menjadi lelaki,
tengkuk dibalut rantai berduri.

Antara mawar dan kastari,
mana yang bias menyemah wangi,
bila tujuh tapak berlalu pergi,
dan ulat-ulat mula menyanyi?

(DEDICATED TO THE FATHER, THE SON, THE MOTHER, THE DAUGHTER, THE BROTHER, THE SISTER and those who would be bother)

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hadap irama cengkerik yang lain nanti,
jemari lacur ini kan menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkerik ini,
jemari lacur ini igin labuh di jeti mentari...

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_______THANK YOU_______
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