To Touch A Storm

Sealight

2011-03-24T08:30:00.000-07:00

I remember, yesterday
This marine sky released an inner calm
that betides the forlorn storm,

Where shards of pearl,cyan light pours down
Filtering through the silver brigade of shivering clouds.

An orange motorcade glides by
passing through the dizzying forms of trees
It approaches a bend in the road
which opened up to the bay.

A seaport will stand stubbornly, as it always does,
Against the restless
glistening arms of cobalt waves
As they caress
they will probe and they will throb blindly,
at its closed heart

In the background...,
Gaunt,rugged scarp of islands float by
Gazing down, at a quiet bay in display.
Reminiscing, traces of a lingering dream,

The sealight bestows Antartic hues
upon the dense chaos of trees.
Pronouncing the ruffled, but crisp assembly,
of foliage, and diverging wood,

Dissipate away into sea.
Drifting, salty dreams of foregone memory

Within this blessed frame anew

Come...

I have something to show you

This bay will remain again,
So melancholy radiant, So dreamily blue,

Eclipse

2011-03-22T07:36:00.000-07:00

Eclipse

In an around this tranquil laze
blending light from the storm
I tear away your territorial gaze
I am not so of that a simple form

You look at me
Through the eyes

And your lips quiver
to the frostbitten seed
as i enter your lonely dream
Through your eyes, a numbed gleam
White winter roses inside broken glass
Tracing silver lines in the sky
They are the unscavanged memory of contrast

I look at you, in the eye
Where the eclipse is deep

Around the center
I can see you deep

Your eyes are not so of a narrow colour
They are deep
Reflecting light off different positions

The eclipse is the forgotten seed
inside your profound visions
where the eclipse is deep

Sunburn

2011-03-01T06:22:00.000-08:00

Behind a wooden frame of stained glass, into the darkening trees .
Towards raging sea.

An evening betides new symphony, drifting, sweeping away in a swirling medley
of melting amber and charred silver

I must say, I was quite speechless when something I composed gets talked down for being too complicated or too deep. Unfortunately, I dont think i write for people as much i am persuaded to write simplified sentences that are easier to understand. Yeh... the sort of 3 in 1 coffee literature satchels, less metaphors , less symbolism, more direct language with punchy headlines. pfft but that isnt poetry anymore, well but certainly sounds like a news article!

Unfortunately, I cannot for the world change my style of writing to suit the majority public. Logical' people should really stop being logical and see everything through the insular, narrow windows of logic and facts . This isnt a science journal ok? gimme a break.

2010-06-18T10:41:00.000-07:00

Lantern

Day becomes day.
An iridescent crescent of the moon,
Pales into the softening hues of indigo,
Stars into nebulae,
Let sanctity find itself

The waves,
Are sweeping ghosts rushing ashore
Marine elders of darker blue await
far into the horizon

This, is
an expansive empire
Becoming a manifestation of mystery and intrigue
In the eyes of a solitary lighthouse

Its shimmering glass windows and sturdy red porcelain frame
Becomes the pinnacle
of quiet resilience

It is the flame setting the morn alight
amidst the hardened silhouette
of rock and stone.

Revisit the Crescent Line

2010-05-11T07:49:00.001-07:00

As the day empties the months away, it will arrive at very similar, familiar passes or a well timed conclusion? And so with the scorpions ‘Rock you like a hurricane ‘blaring in the background, I am stranded on an island, wondering how on God’s good earth am I going to finish this assignment. You see, I have conveniently lost a copy of my Murdoch entry statement site specs, and so here I am… more than happy to share my report on the here and now.

The weather’s been pretty crazy lately, kejap panas, kejap sejuk. Felt funny all of today, so I’ve Taken a Uphamol 650 and dozed off after Maghrib . Ended dreaming of that elusive pink snapper I was hunting for. And so I’m yet to find that pink snapper despite all my futile efforts at North mole, but no more angling for me until the semester ends. Read: Fishing Buddy wanted!

As promised, I return to you with the very questions I consider an imperative in the here and now. How the universe works in the strangest ways, the very strangest ways humankind tries to quantify and deduce, and the very rationalization I detest especially when the world as we know begins to worship it. Either consciously or subconsciously, we have put ourselves on a plate where these very walls strip us of our individual. Ever analyzing, ever scrutinizing to filter fact over fiction, have we begun to disintegrate from allowing ourselves to be touched, intrigued and mystified by the unexplained? The lack of imagination and creative force permeates the dull, cynical world where exist a lingering discontent waiting to break free and set its own motion. Or maybe people are still so oblivious, content behind invisible cages. Panopticism, coined by Foucault is the very term we use to explain this recurring phenomenon. Well because I’m feeling rather unwell, I will rest this issue until at a more convenient time.

On another brand of things, a friend left a kind note of goodwill that I may one day have someone to call my own. Well I went blank, so much for telling and even scolding others not to condemn one’s self to isolation. While at first I was cynical of my own chances (Prolly blame this I’ve spent most of my time being on my own anyway) but I found heartfelt appreciation in that advice. I Thank you sister, admittedly it does feels great that people wish me the best in this area even when things never looked that bright as I may have wanted it to be.
Signing out – Iz

Somewhat someway

2010-04-29T12:57:00.000-07:00

It is exactly 2:40a.m and so this quiet journey begins as I will decipher these thoughts into form as they will come to be, regardless how short or lengthy are the passes and intertwining paths or how it may dwell between islands of abstraction and the reality as we come to know. Makes sense? Well i dont care. hah. thats the problem with most people these days, it just makes me sad how worshipping logic makes most people so one dimensional but i will leave this subject for another day ( for now).

So Another night becomes day as autumn makes an early debut, and it certainly won’t be long now before I hit the road for campus for Mr Paul classes. So another day once upon a time in my life as an individual begets a lingering question which require impromptu review this instant.

“So it is just really you here is it Iz?”

"Why… yes, just me, myself and I sharing this common wheel of conscience, and spending the days in this reality as just as an individual”

So it seems every question I have come to know in the past, has finally begun to prophesize itself .

You know, honestly I’d love to share this with someone really really special haha. Yes it would certainly be nice for once to tread these passes with a fellow comrade, confidante, fellow revolutionary, idealist-rational non conformist conservative intellect-intuitive spiritual mystical. Oh don’t mind me, all these are mere craving for one particular magic fairy that may only come by once every other lifetime .bleahahah

As I cast a stone into this pool of thought, often the reflection of irony comes back. At how temporary and bitter were some past experiences but as it subsides… it lets me see how a haunting becomes an awakening intrigue. Dwell within the shells of a muffling conundrum embezzle the visual of temporary colours rocketing into this continuum you call life and it will be.

Ah now where ever would these visions become eventually? With someone to be? Or with those banners at hand? The latter seems a more likely incoming destination as it takes form.

The restoration of Indigenous heritage through collective nationalism.

2009-05-12T09:54:00.000-07:00

This certainly is the era of the 21st century where the advancement of mass media expands the utilisation of various information reaching every household throughout the world through in the form of the world wide web. I see this as a blessing. Nonetheless at the dawn of such technologies, we often hear misleading connotations of 'the global citizen' and the erosion of cultural and national borders as a good thing. While it reduces cultural friction hereto how information is now shared and not simply emitted from one station to the other, just how prepared are local cultures facing the impending juggernaut of popular culture?

I never can quite fathom the idea about the global citizen unless of course if based in certain circumstances. Indigenous cultures face the indirect gradual erosion
of their identities as larger forces threaten to overwhelm. As a result people come together and rally around each other in unity to protect their way of life from the more dominant and influential bombarded almost daily by radio, tv and mass media. Unfortunately, indigenous people often find themselves in scattered pockets of resistence against the unplanned and planned systems that are in place in this new
age. This unpreparedness and failure to utilise new forms of technology and creative reinvention of their cultures has taken its toll in the form of migrating workforce leading towards the leaching of skills and knowledge of a particular country to another. I personally do not believe in the erosion of national borders as
touted by supporters of globalisation or the global citizen who pries about the world declaring his/her liberation from nationality. As more leave through the front door for greener pastures, large corporations enter the back door often buying vast resources to expand its commercial empire.

Globalisation has made democratic nationalism all the more relevant to uphold the
sovereignity of a people as well as restoring the rights of indigenous culture. Nationalism does not necessarily mean wearing ethno-centric colours and declaring superiority over another but what im trying to stress here is focusing on using collective democratic nationalism that acts as cultural silos overseeing the restoration of cultures, heritage and civil rights. Seeking greener pastures.... While there is nothing wrong with travelling and seeing the rest of the world but with decreasing local population, are we opening the back door to multinational companies and outsiders to grab our lands, and to acquire our natural resources? Lets not forget that such events has happened before, I refer to the land grab attempt in Kunak, Sabah where the perpetrators even employed foreigners to try and intimidate the local
smallholders.

Nonetheless I think that local business, communities,religious groups and even hobby groups must begin to realise the importance of corporatism by uniting their members and by organising persatuans but all organisations could stand in National solidarity. Fortunately semangat kenegerian in Sabah is still very strong but it cant hold on forever and therefore a national unification is needed allowing indigenous cultures breathing spaces to independently reinvent themselves protected under the wings of nationalism. Voices of many but speaking as one only then we can afford to create a greater impact in the region that demand (not beg) for attention from the greater powers that be.