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

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.

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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,

the Demon would only want to rest.

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oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and the music goes on and on...

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.

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oo(O)oo
_______TERIMA KASIH_______
_______O_______

...and I give you another tale...

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.

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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,

the Demon would only want to rest.

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oo(O)oo

_______THANK YOU_______

_______O_______

...and the tag is tag...

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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1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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).
5. 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).
6. I AM CUTE AND CUDLLY.
7. 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

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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 more of these will be told...

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.

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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_______