Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Rock All Day: The Outlandish

The Sinless Man


I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
So full of glory
So full of stories

I'm just a plain, simple man, see
As any simple man can be

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
So full of glory
So full of controversies

I'm a camera shy kind of a person
They say my face ain't photogenic enough
To be caught on any fancy infra-red cctv

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
So full of glory
So full of bravery

I'm quite afraid of parading my sins like trophies
I'm a shy kind of a sinner, you see
So I won't be parading mine like yours for everyone to see
And making legal, petty excuses, so I could go Scot free

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
Mr. Know It All who talks directly to God

I can only humbly pray to Him
And hope He would guide me with His mercy
In wading through all your wise lies and false persona
It's not easy to escape your deceit

I'm only a plain, simple sinner, you see
Unlike you that can hide your sins behind magnitude of reasoning
For the likes of you have all the backings of the saints and the sinless
Unlike me that must face it all like a man

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
A prolific sneaky politician so destined for sweet success
Bathing under praises and thundering applause
Like a proud crowing rooster with its tail painted with poo

I'm not that cocky, you see
I don't have projects that worth millions
That would have eaten up more millions just to get it done
With finishing so distinguished, so refined
People might have thought they were made by the Neanderthals

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
Having the backings of so many wise and holy men

Daring to threaten anyone that oppose you with Hell and Heaven
As if they are the owners and buyers of Heaven
And have a surety of not being thrown into Hell

I don't have any political interest to help me out, see
Nor empty promises to make you proud

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
I have to answer for all my actions unlike you
Hidden or manifest
Of what people may or may not know
It doesn't really matter, you know

I'm not planning to stay in your mansion, see
Nor planning to play in your fancy toy house

I'm  planning to go to a special place of eternity, see
A place where scientist can't prove his cryonics theory

I'm not made to end up like the cattle and the sheep
Nor should I end up being like the black little ant, don't you think so?

So again,
I'm truly sorry from the bottom of my small little heart
For not being able to be a great sinless man such as you.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Beginning of The End


How far have we walked to get here?
Looking back at things left behind
All of the memory
All of the glory

The journey was long and painful
Everyone was filled with hope
Everyone had something to fear
Everyone must have something to gear

Then the nobles declared nobly
The fools are now kings
The kings are now fools

The 600 dollar wiremen now earn 6,000 a month
The tapper tapped more money than the wise man that had taught many


Everything is possible
Even though that possibility is not necessarily for everybody

Some must be sacrificed in order to win hearts and minds of the 'people'
Some must be neglected in order not to neglect the 'people'
Some must be left behind so that the 'people' would smile and smile effortlessly

So we must start peoplelising everything and everyone
People this and people that
Except the nobles and their nobly friends

Could all people have their peoplely rights?
Without any people end up feeling that they were not peoplely treated right?

The rich and the poor are people

What lies between them are the otherwise
In the land of Negri Antah Berantah
In the land of a far, faraway land.

Sunday, October 2, 2011




Is there such a thing? I mean if we're perfect, why should there be two places waiting for us when we're done here? Why should good has evil as its pair? Why should we exist in the first place if any of us can find perfection without try and error? Are we without lust and desire like the angels? Were we created out of light?

"I was afraid that I had to be perfect to become Muslim. Now I realize that balancing this struggle is at the root of submission to God. As long as I make the effort, I see the rewards tumble into my life threefold. It takes perspective and patience to interpret the blessings sometimes, as I still struggle through Ramadan and my five-daily-prayers, but I am beyond grateful."

So many people around us trying to act smart by making others the fools, but sadly, not much wisdom around to comfort the man that has to balance the beast and the good, deep within himself.

For having to endure such gross error, I have to be reminded with my own shortcomings. But, tolerance has a limit. Should it not?

Can those who like to make others laugh in religious discourse make their audience cry? This I can't help but wonder. Can those who love to call people as fools and idiots be the inheritor of the way of the Prophet s.a.w.?

If so, then no one would become a Muslim because of the wrong message and the wrong way we're adopting to uphold righteousness. And that would be a total shame.