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A humble Malaysian's poetry blog, with a bit of fluff here and there. Reflections on love, life, spirituality, the human psyche and yes, the dark rivers of the heart.

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about me

> malaysian
> catholic
> iban
> computer nerd
> ex-CSSUPMer
> male
> introvert
> slacker
> sophisticatedly uncomplicated
> romantically unromantic
> desperate for glory
> arsenal fan (help!)
> hard to impress
> still sane
> can be an ass
> drives like an ass
> devil's advocate
> tells it like it is
> sucker for pets

rendezvous

⊆ 1:30 AM by Pete | , . | ˜ 2 comments »



the birds, the waves, the little people in the distance,

the smells of the ocean, the sun, the ice-cream on your cheeks
the tingling on my fingers, as I dribble them away
the sensual curves of your lips, and the promises they carry
of brave adventures beyond the sea
the smells of which, ride upon the promises
of more vanilla, chocolate or strawberry
whatever fits the day.


Do not stand at my grave and weep

⊆ 9:11 PM by Pete | . | ˜ 1 comments »



Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the sweet uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

- By Anonymous


dirge

⊆ 10:57 PM by Pete | . | ˜ 0 comments »




Listen to the song of the dirge,
on his last string, the last rhythm
Listen to the echoes
of the valley of death,
and the rhythmic chorus
of your footfalls.

Lament not the spring flowers,
nor whispered winds of bright colors
With a flick of a hand, you feel no more
nor dream again
A candle once burned,
shall never be unburned.

Will suffering mark your path,
or will hope show the way?
Will you journey in despair,
or illuminate in enlightenment?
But may you always be remembered,
and may you always loved
May the veil be lifted,
and may you always be safe.


Despondency

⊆ 1:41 AM by Pete | . | ˜ 0 comments »




Embedded, lies a broken form

beneath a sea of despondency
Gone are his hopes for a better day,
nor a meagre crumb of sympathy
No hands to show the way
No light to set him free

Earned him what sin, to be seen
in this flatland of misery?
A daily scrape, an endless toil,
beneath the barrel of society
Desperate pleas on both his knees,
for trinkets we'll give for free

But upon whose shoulders,
are to blame?

For one so lost at sea?
For is it not, as the saying goes,
that Man shall earn his keep?
And shall we not, but let it be,
the pleas of one consigned
Beneath this sea of despondency
where no light shall set him free?


Diligence

⊆ 8:23 PM by Pete | . | ˜ 0 comments »



Diligently
she stitches,

and chips off
the bodies

of her children

one bone
at a time


one skeletal frame
at a time

Lovingly
she paints,

with broken fingers
that could barely twitch

every stroke
of the brush


dipped
into the wounds
of her frame

milked
by the catherters
of Consumerism


Made in China.


Rentap

⊆ 1:58 AM by Pete | . | ˜ 2 comments »



O hear! The birds of divinity
Word-bringers of the War God
O hear, the voice of a seeker
of the tale of Rentap
Scourge and savior of Sarawak

O hear the wails of the dying!
Beneath plumes of smoke,
and steel of men
To one side,
fine warriors of the Iban
To the other,
grand army of the Rajah,
O hear the cries of the wounded!
within the bowels of the jungle.

O hear the shouts of fighting men,
and thundering hooves of infantry!
Clashing and cursing,
a morass of bodies in the mud
And among this cacophany,

of gunpowder and steel
Stands a giant among men
whose name invokes the Battler
whose sword feasts upon his enemies
Rentap, the Battler,
Warchief of the headhunters!

The rage of his voice,
shakes the foundations of the earth
'Agi idup agi ngelaban!
For Death may breathe upon us, we fight!
We fight to the last breath!'
His mighty swings shatter his foes,
beneath a hail of fallen heads
The headhunter king strikes,
And strikes again!

'Arise, you men!
Against this army of traitors,
Mercenaries of the Rajah!
False king of Sarawak!
Fight to the last breath,
the War God is with us,
We, children of Sarawak!'

'They seek our land for her riches
They seek to kill our people!
They ally with our enemies
and turn brother against brother!
They make light of the God of War
and laugh at our ancestors!
They call me a scourge! A pirate!
A brigand!
They who judge me in their courts,
cohorts of the White Rajah!'

'Arise, men! Fight to the last breath!
Today you feel the fury of war!
O glorious day for a battle!
For when the day closes,
you feast In Panggau Libau
Victors!
In the The Hall of Heroes!'

O hear the roars of the Chieftain,
You men!
Heed his call to arms!
Rally the defenses,
Defend the walls of your hill-fort
and bring out the monster,
Bujang Sadok, the Great Cannon!
Deliver your enemies
unto Sebayan,
The Underworld!

O glorious, this day for a battle!
as foes clash and ebb away
The sounds of steel awash the air
The ground bathed in blood
O, glorious the sound of the Great Cannon!
That cracks across the sky,
splitting apart the ranks of Iban
spilling forth their hill-fort
O, glorious day for a battle!
The scattering of Rentap's men crushed
beneath the Iron Boots of the Rajah
Glorious, the drenched bodies of defenders!
Glorious, the roars of their Chieftain!
O, glorious day for a battle
for when the day was over,
Rentap, the Battler,
the scourge and savior of Sarawak
shall have made his stand
and live on in the memory
of the children of Sarawak.

my poor attempt at 'epic' poetry, but i couldn't resist. agi idup agi ngelaban!


Elegium Eternum

⊆ 9:43 PM by Pete | , . | ˜ 4 comments »




Elegia eternia spins the World Axis,
Burdened the back of Atlas' lot broken,
Scarred the fissures of flippant war asunder,
Deathly nuances of lies truth-flavored..
Bleakness the hearts of sins men wicked,
Driven the souls of minds wee humble,
Severed the hopes of laments lost eternium,
Forsaken the lives of ladies scarred loveless.


Last call

⊆ 11:18 AM by Pete | , . | ˜ 2 comments »




Beyond the edges of misted memory
I began a journey laid before me
And climbed the branches of life's great tree.

Entangled in this mass of humanity
I stumbled, bled, and slipped once too many
To reach the top, many a man's destiny
Slowly and quickly,
I reached gently,
Or much to the contrary
For there were times when I was more than naughty
And broke a few branches, I don't disagree
With naught an acknowledgment or an apology
Twas for me such things be frivalty.

So I kept my focus, wasted not my energy
Until finally I could see, a sliver of hope that pierces free
Through darkness that seemed an eternity
And I reached, and I saw a massive sea
The horizons of which was not seen clearly
In the middle of which a ship sits lonely.

And the ship's captain saw me and shouted with glee
'Long have I waited', was his distant reply
to my distant and questioning eye
'Please be, come down from that tree, for you I must carry'
'To the planter of the tree that shall judge thee',
I knew naught he be a friend or an enemy
But this, I do know, another journey lay before me.

a brief one about the journey of life. i actually planned to write more, but sometimes you have to stop when your brain tells you to stop


Langsuir

⊆ 5:52 PM by Pete | . | ˜ 0 comments »



Gather the campfire
Sit closely, whisper softly,
For the tale I tell
The winds may carry
Into the ears
Of my subject matter.

Langsuir

Who is she?
By what graceless hand was she borne?
Borne of the terrible wrath of nature
Or the mischief of men?
Is she a creature
A beast or monster?
A human
Whose unfortunate guise
Makes her less than?

What is this thing
Whose countenace strikes dead the hearts of men
Whose bloodlust draws breath from her chosen ones
The one who feeds on body and soul
And leaves behind
Empty husks in the pale moonlight?

Sit closer
The campfire still burns
Good, good
Fear not the night's satin black
That blankets your faces
And blackens your features.

Do you hear
The rustling of leaves?
Careless, sharp,
Ravenous rubbings of leaven edges?
They say she roams
The trees

Swings

Looking down on her chosens
With ruby eyes of a hawk
Feasting on scarlet shadows
And when she strikes

Swoosh

Her gliding form
Descends as smoke
Into the belly of her chosens
And holds their faces
In her claws
For all the life of me
So terrible, so terrible
This thing
known as langsuir

The matianak, the pontianak

The vampire
Of local legends foretell
Under wooden huts
And campfires

Make no mistake
You who are here
Among closed ranks
Who hear my tale
And see my black features
Make no mistake,
Sit closer
Close ranks around me
For you'll never know
What lies atop
The treetops
Amongst you
You, who are here
You the ones with blackened faces
You scarlet shadows
You,
My chosens.


Insta-Everything

⊆ 8:22 PM by Pete | , . | ˜ 0 comments »




We live in a world of SMSs,
Handphones, computers, television,
Information at our fingertips
All we wish at the push of a button...
We live in a world of instant recognition,
Fast-tracks to success a diploma away
Churns of certificates a booming production,
Produced as toys in a toy factory...
Yet are we enlightened, are we resolute?
What of struggle, the key to survival?
What of thinking, the cornerstone of civilization?
What of real conversations, of writing a letter?
What of empathy and compassion?
What of real grass, mud in our faces?
And if our gadgets, Insta-Recognition,
Shall make us less than human,
Then is Insta-Extinction..
At the push of a button?


The Fallen Unforgotten

⊆ 10:40 PM by Pete | , . | ˜ 2 comments »



Upon this field of triumphs
A bell tolls its requiem
A homily for bravest souls
For whom Freedom
Was worth not coming home.

Upon these tombstone rows
Be names etched in Timeless Meadows
An eternal solitude enstoned
Within fond memories
Of proud families.


Upon the rising of each day
Blooms the flower of their legacy
A priceless gift adorned
Of courage and heart
And precious blood.


a tribute to fallen heroes. may their deeds never be forgotten