Malaysia Negara Kaya Raya?

Malaysia ku negara kaya,
sehingga bayi tak berdosa dibuang merata,
bagaikan tiada nilai dan harga,
lalu kau tanyakan mana amir berwibawa?
kejahilan mu itu bersulam dusta,
tak terbendung ku menahan gelak ketawa.

Malaysia ku negara kaya,
sehingga C-four diledakkan begitu sahaja,
hanya untuk menghapuskan wanita tak terdaya,
wanita yang tak mengerti apa,
bukankah lebih elok jika kau sumbangkan kepada Palestina tercinta?
Oh Palestin itu kau lupa!

Malaysia ku negara kaya raya,
kau beli kapal selam durjana,
semata kerana laba,
kau ingin mengatakan kepada dunia,
kita juga mampu memilikinya,
tapi sampah 1 billion rupanya,
oh tidak mengapa,
bukan kroni mu yang menanggung derita,
tapi rakyat yang tertindas tak terbela,


Malaysia ku negara kaya raya,
kerana rakyatnya ditarik mengamalkan riba',
lalu apakah gunanya makna kemewahan dan harta,
andai kita pemastautin kekal neraka?


Malaysia ku negara kaya raya,
kasino kian giat dibuka,
bercambah bagai cendawan ia melata,
masih mahu mengaku negara islam kah kita?


Created on August 2010


[kekurangan idea.. Sebenarnya banyak lagi nak kritik ni. Hehe]
From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

Aku Yang Mengetahui Tapi Melengahkan Lagi.

Aku yang belum sedia,
mengetahui hari itu kian tiba,
namun hati ku masih dilitupi dunia,
menanti ku saban hari,
menanti kunci memerdekakan hati.
Aku berasa hina.

aku yang melihat dari setiap penjuru,
ke timur ini setiap jari menuju,
apakah lagi yang aku tunggu?
Namun hingga kini aku masih termangu.

aku yang tidak layak,
didalam diri hanya penuh noda dan dosa,
peninggalan semalam,
hanya mampu meniupkan semangat jihad untuk kalian,
agar tertegak nanti khilafah yang kita rindui.

kini laungan khaybar khaybar ya yahuud,
jaisyu Muhammad saufa ya'ud,
berteriakan di segenap pelusuk dunia,
menuntut umat bersama mereka,
merangkaklah kita walaupun diselubungi salji,
kerana pada mereka ada Khalifah Allah.

Wahai Sahabat ku yang terpilih,
kentalkan hati,
kuatkan tekad,
tuntutlah hadiah tak ternilai al firdausi,
berjuanglah kamu disisi imam yang terakhir,
memerangi si buta dan cacat.

maafkan aku yang tidak terdaya ini.


created at 2:20PM 1/9/2010

From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

All we need is Him!

we need no reiatsu,
to beat the darkness,
we need no shinigami,
to reminisce us about death,

we need no zanpakatou,
to withstand every obstacle,
we need no taichou,
to protect our comrades,

we need no Seiretei,
to live in a prestiguous life,
we dont need it all,
because we are human being,

created by The Lord,
who has created mankind,Second Earth,Milky Way and Multiverses.

all we need is Him!
The One and Only Allah.

Nov 2009
by M. Azhaari Shah.

Of Where Hath The Awareness Gone?

Through the darkness of the night ,
i read the news on the sites,
It's almost bring martyrdom upon me,

i can't believe,
The villains of the piece,
Hath just massacred the Freedom Flotilla activists,
And the aids failed to pass through,
To break the siege.

Then the whole world hath awaken,
From their diverged verdicts,
Upon the calamities these poor Gazans are facing,

A tremendous ravaging rage were instilled,
Deep within to their very cored heart,
Such a swift awareness hath arrived !

Just like a newly profounded revelation,
Which hath shaken their common sense of belief,
of how wicked the Zionist could be.

But the awareness was pathetically found to be fleeting,
Not to be found to last till doomsday,

Now the critisms are heard no more !
The protestors are seen no more !
Where's the Gaza supporting profile pictures,
Gone with the wind?

Where hath the activists gone?
Blown by the vuvuzela's earshot?
Where hath the fighters gone?
Failed to recover from the World Cup fever?

Veraciously,
i haven't got any of those,
crystal clear clues,
that might assert the verdicts,
of where hath the awareness gone.

A fleetingly fake awareness,
Uttered by the so called fighters,
fraudulents, actually,
i first thought it was going to last for atleast a fortnight.

Mistaken, i'm wrong,
Too unfortunate,
It wasn't for the ad infinitum,
Just like a dose of salts,
What an early in the morning awareness.

It was crystal clear to be seen at this rate,
Thy fighting spirit is lacklustring,
Thou need a new nourishment,
A massive amount of it,
To rekindle thy lacklustred fighting spirit.

The Gazans torment is hearkened to,
Seen and noticed ,
But ignored,
O' the unheeded bawling of the Gazans.

Heard, but failed to sublime,
The hearts of the ignorants,
What a fleeting awakening.
Wasnt't it too swift to do a fade?
Well, if thou could notice,
That's Malays.
The typical Malays.

When there's no one portrays such,awareness,
to dot the i's and cross the t's,
of their sense of cognizance,
the Zionist will become bolder!

Can you kick the habit?
Yeah, that particular one!
Of the ignorance that won't fade.

There these fools went again,
They painted the Star of the David's flag,
Merely to be burnt,

They art polluting the fresh air ,
Just to adequate their lowly sceptic thoughts,
the Israelis couldn't put an end to it,
when they burnt their flags?
what a lack of wisdom indeed.

Do we have the credentials,
To boycott those Jewish products?
But that is somehow,
Seemingly to be an another ceaseless fable,
Because the ayes don't have it.

Know the truth,
The Gazans want none of your symphaty,
The sense of Emphaty,
is the sole thing to be harboured,
Upon the unfortunate but ignored Gazans.

Listen up,
i have no rights,
To keep your nose to the grindstone,
But once you put a kick start on something,
Let it be for a persistent length of time,
Never dream it could be maintained per se.

i'm not trying to lay something at someone's door,
i'm just reminding,
For i am just like the kind of you,
Moronically ignorant.

O' in-dream Malays,
Tme to kick start,
Let's stretch our wings,
Let's bury the difference in us,
Bridge every of the gaps.,

Let's Unite the ummah,
We'll keep the Palestine flag flying high,
Palestinians will never walk alone.
Muslims are not to be separated with boundries nor continents

Be proud to fight for the Gazans ,
And to save Al-Aqsa from the atrocious damned Jews.
Nil satis nisi optimum.



25/6/2010.

i'm verily sorry if there are any use of harsh words. Salam.


From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

The Smiled-Upon Addiction

Therein of-that species to the particular stores,
seeking high and low,
for the state-of-the-art glow,
what do they commonly addressed that.
retail theraphy?

next to them by their side,
waited a sure of patient,
the always-do victimized companion,
their true-blue husband,


oh , men!
just how fortitude you are,
to meet with their desire and demand.
men, i shalt repeat,
hold strong to your patience!

Cause by hook or by crook,
they'll drag you to every of the possible floors and doors,
as you are ending,
they are just about to begin,
until you are nil but a flat-pocketed,

With such menacing credentials ,
They become truculent,
a sudden overwhelming SPLURGE,
that was seemingly,
to be an another inexorable force,
which was triggered deep under,
in their ticker,

i am certainly sure,
their closet is
overflowing with
never-worn clothing,
the price tags still
waving in the breeze?
attic bulging with boxes and boxes of shoes that have never
touched pavement?
buying new makeup weekly,
and compact discs by the fistful?

In the land of conspicuous
consumption,
compulsive shopping is the smiled-upon addiction,
one of the few disorders that it's still acceptable to laugh at.

It isn't a true
compulsion at all,
but instead an
impulse-control disorder.

they are kind of too vulnerable,
to always thinking about it,
then a tension builds,
that's when they have to satisfy that tension,
by going out and shopping.

Never mind,
Shop 'til you drop.
The one who dies with the
most toys wins.


it shall bring about further economic downturn,
i must say,
a sudden suicidal might occur,
to solely treat to their disorders.

It boggles me somehow,
wondering just how much,
the possibilities of them becoming one,
in every each of the deliveries?

it's too intriguing,
are they born and bred,
to inherite such wont?

questions continuously mounting,
but no verdicts is veracious enough,
to assert my conservative understanding,

i shalt bear this on my mind,
my wife-to-be isn't of that species,
or i'll end up being demented,
by such ravaging exodus of penny and sanity,
that triggered unlooked-for demolishing berserk,
kind of scary tho'.

i am just an average,
i solemnly hope,
that this quirk of fate shan't befall upon me.

Inter alia,
the creatures i feared the most,
it would solely be just them,

The Shopaholics!





@ wont = habit, as in archaic form.
Exodus , is the massive departure of living things. Fosho, it's strictly prohibited to be used on penny and sanity. I am aware of that.Oh c'mon,still acceptable somehow.XD

A special thanks to Atikah Muhsin for that SPLURGE. Hahah.


From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

Being A Man

Should worry besieges your
heart,
or should you encounter
adversities,
or should you stumbled upon in
your quest,
to find the right path,
which will lead you to glory,
wake up and rise again!

go back a little,
to leap further,
or go back to square one,
to rebuild your strength.

You are not born and breed to be
DERAILED,
You have everything.
why must you hold back?
why must you keep the cats dead
in your bag?

with a sheer of will,
you can withstand to any barrier,
resolve is everlasting,
time to make a change,
not a part of it,
but holistically.

you are running out of time,
for time is a great merchant of
jeopardy.
It has the utmost luscious to
bring you down,
but if you could study and
fathom to it's lame pace,
the time will be your humble
servant.
bide the time,
to reinstill the starvation of
triumph,

"wait and see" is no more to be
found in your dictionary,
bury that phrase,
seize this once-for-a-lifetime
opportunity.

O' bury those past glories,
it will only hinder you from
kicking start for a new glory,
let's newfangle the state-of-the-
art triumph,
let's revive our fading fighting
spirit!

Be a man,
not only by empty words,
portray such gestures in your
every actions,
i'm sure you have known,
that actions speak louder than
words do.

be a man,
a true man fears not a thing,
a true man fights for his desires
and demands,
surpassing his need to fight for
his rights.

and...oh come on!
you are not for turning,
one who feared to meet upon
failure,
is sure of defeat, young man!

by Mohd Azhaari Shah
18 May 2010

emotion background > enthused,
highly flammable( what
the ...?).xD
Dedicated to all my friends to
rekindle your fighting spirit.good
luck.xD

In this note: Atikah Muhsin, Nur
Amirah Nabilah, Aziza Aini, Lia
Omey, Muiz Nasrallah, Syazwani
Azmee, Naqib Ahmmad Alawi,
Muhammad Amirul Sarkhawi,
Mohamad Syafiq Exo, Farah Nini,
Aimi Liyana, Faridah Yasmin,
Nurul 'Ain Abas, Zafira Syazwina

From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

Thailand bergolak lagi..

Ohh kumpulan Kemeja merah...
kerana politik, kalian merusuh..
kerana politik, kalian lupa diri..
kerana politik, syaitan merajai segenap pelusuk hati..
Menyemai kebencian yang tidak berbelah bagi.

mungkin kalian lah binatang politik yang dimaksudkan Socrates lama dahulu,


syukur, Malaysians bernafas lagi,
syukur, Malaysians masih aman lagi,
syukur, Malaysians masih mampu berdiri,
masih ada nyawa dalam tubuh ini..


Malaysians should be grateful somehow,
these rogue of delinquients,
have failed to trigger mayhem to our people.

let's keep this beloved land,
out of harm and chaos,
forever.


From the Humble Servant of The Lord ..

An Ultimatum from a Broken Heart

Stanza 1

back then,
in the reference,
from the book of the recorded
memories,
you are narrated,
as a heart-rekindler,
you ignite every of my unvoluntary
actions,
oh,such magic you have got.


Stanza 2

But now,
as the wind pass by,
you have changed,
completely to a so-and-so figure,
to my very naked eyes,


Stanza 3

i shan't tolerate at any cost,
not anymore,
it's too late for such,
turning back,


Stanza 4

your words used to be,
a heart-rekindler,
well yeah, i love you,
swallowing your words,
should somehow be on my daily on-list routines,


Stanza 5

but my words seemingly,
to be so-and-so,
nothing but a forsaken whisper,
to your naked heart.


Stanza 6

even when i wailed at such high
pitch,
like a delighted proffesor,
who has proved the accuracy of his
theory,


Stanza 7

it doesn't even sublimes,
your deepest interest to it,
so sad,
your heart is too blind,
to listen to those stone-wall cries ,
from my heart,



Stanza 8

Your words are sometimes,
too chewy to chew,
too bitter to swallow,
too harsh to allow,
it somehow make this heart
becomes kind of too narrow,


Stanza 9

a silent killer defines you best,
as you always strike at my chest,
narrowing every of the oxygen
chambers,
that i have got.


Stanza 10

should thou art to be an old-timer,
regular merchant,
in this heart-tormenting deals,


Stanza 11

remember,
life is like a wheel,
one day,
just you wait,
you will somehow,
eat back all the lies,
you have embodied,
in my used-to-be vulnerable heart,


Stanza 12

but that was like,
a zillion years ago,
now i'm far bridge matured,
to withstand to such overwhelming
lies,
oh, you can't besiege me now!


Stanza 13

willy-nilly,
the vocabularies that you instilled,
are to be facing,
some sort of permanent deletion,
in my newfangled dictionary,
in a nick of time,
wait till i announce the obituary of
your rotten words.


Stanza 14

face the music,
accept the inexorable aftermath,
i'm sure you can feature some
resisting sort of force,


Stanza 15

well, i seemingly to be knowing,
of the viable truth,
ain't you are,
a rogue of delinquent?


Stanza 16

think i'm sweet?
Not so sweet!
Wicked shall be fit for real,
for my in-mind middle name,
it's far cry adequates me,
for some real things,
but denied by such ignorance,
i have possessed back then,


Stanza 17

i shall bury your deceased rhetorical
words,
far away to where no mankind,
could be affected by it.


Stanza 18

like a witch doctor,
who enclosed the genie,
he happened to beat,
in the yellow-cotton-coiled carafe,


Stanza 19

solely an ad-hoc for nothing,
but to be thrown in the open-wide
sea,
obscured for good reason,
till the very end.


Stanza 20

In the name of Lord,
who has created you,
please repent,
or else,
i'll hire some hit-men,
to strike back,
in the very centre of your face!


at 12.50 a.m 11 May 2010

by Mohd Azhaari Shah.

From the Humble Servant of The Lord ..

Let's Bridge The Every Divide

There's something provoking you,
prying on your vulnerabilities,
to make use of it,
to deviate you from the truth.

should we harp on fighting each other,
we lost our faith,
THEY shall win the whole thing.
can't you see?

You all are full of proud and pride,
that's your weakness,
that's your flaw.
Give them no more,
of this open-wide opportunity,
put our religion first,
then comes the race matter,


yes, some of you.
Did mocked me,
but i shall have no such hatred for you,
due to the fact,
i'm aware that,
you know nothing about the whole evil plot,

i shan't be offended,
i'm just willing to make peace,
let's cease this brotherly wars,

forget the every intriguing propagandas,
THEY are into it.
THEY are conquering every of the viable medium,
can't we see?

I have no such evidence,
that is seemingly to be applicable,
to subjugate on that matter.
but The Lord has already warned us,
that THEY shan't bury the hatchet,
untill we deviate from the truth and escorted them,
to the very unforgiving HELL.


This my very ultimatum,
the last of its kind,
Let's bridge the every divide between Malaysia, Indonesia and the whole ummah.




*2 hours of completion(quite slow)
*completed in such nourishing and nonchalant sorta feeling.XD
*8th may 2010
*conveyed by Mohd Azhaari Shah.
* i borrowed those words from Him.


From the Humble Servant of The Lord ..

She's Not Of My League.

1
this Sickness has come,
to its crescendo,
adagio but veraciouslY significAnt,
it's love,
that laZily knocked,
the windows of this chainted heart.


2
yes,
i am starting to love thou,
and yes,
my heart is vulnerable,
yes and yes,
this heart longs for thy love,


3
see,
We Are of the,
differeNt league,
equal footIe?
not even close,
for thou Are,
not for me,
for i am far bridge,
Zero than thou are,


4
i shan't be longing for thou,
not anyMore,
bEcausE it'll only hinder thou,
from climbing up the stairways,
that will lead thou,
to the brink of glory and triumph,


5
this my very last ultimatum!
O' Sorrow,
stay away from me!
i can't bear to jeopardise her future!
it would be the very last thing,
i would ever gamble on.


6
come what may,
i've learnt to forethought on the aftermaths,
i will try,
try at my best length,
to fade thy images,
out of this tormented heart,
out , out and out,
For eternity.





Discussion :
1.it takes me 3 hours to complete this so-called work of art.I hafta admit,it's a silent cry from the heart.Dun need to shed my tears.I know how to deal with it.I dun need your sympathy.I just need your empathy.Sorry for such lousy grammar etc etc. Truly sucks at it.

2.Kalau ada silap tu , tegur lah.That's for you to find out. "grammar cam *¥$€ pun nak wat poem ka?" .Kalau korang fikir camtu, aku akan jawab "macam mana grammar etc etc aku tak lousy, dah semua kedekut ilmu".XD

From the Humble Servant of The Lord ..

Kage No Hollow.

Part 1:The New Kaizer


Early in the 10th century.

In the Blessed Royal Lotus Society.The Citizens,the common people and non-Royal Lotus Families , lives their life perfectly.They live in prosperity.Out of any harm or chaos.They aren't rich nor influenced people,but they are rich with smile,rich with humbleness and morality.They had their great moment thanks to the great rulling of their Royal Lotus Society.


All day long,Citizen's women carries out their daily routine and duty.As usual ,they would do cooking,washing clothes and all the need-to-do housechores.

For the Citizen's men?They frequently goes to the big town of The Lotus to find some sort job to be done, working to earn money and foods for their family.Majority of them works as fisherman,fishing around the river bank.While others works as farmer.Working on their own farm.At the stroke of night they will practise new "silat" tricks and moves.


Some of them who passed the level 1 Zines and are skilled and strong enough will be recruited to join every squad of the Royal Lotus Society in their place respectively.
It's a society that is founded to protect and develop Tanah Melayu and to protect the Royal Families out of any dangers.

Royal Lotus Society consist of 11 squad..Every squad resides in every Gegend of Royal Lotus Society..

But relying on Royal Lotus Society to manage their Territory..



Oh ya, lupa nak cakap. Notice the grammatical errors? Sorry guys. Ni lah kondisi dan level grammar aku ketika form 2@14 tahun dan sejak tu aku dah tak ubah apa apa pun kat projek ni. Obscured for almost 4 years ya know.XD Yes, memang lousy habis.I know.

Poem 13: willy-nilly, i'll avid thou for ad infinitum.

Poem 13: willy-nilly, i'll avid thou ad infinitum.


Thou art there ,
et i'm here.
i won't be sad ,
because our path art likely ,
to cross again ,
in the face of time ,
well,time will tell.


my love is adage,
it won't besmirch thy good name,
my love isn't for self-adequacy,
as it's adamant,
it won't tolerate to the bad talks,
these people have for thou,


as i still haven't found ,
what i'm keen to possess,
i shan't sink in despair,
as i'm dead meat,
should i retreat,
from conquering thy love.

i'm no such gee-knee-ius,
and that's the undeniable veracity,
yes, it sucks,
because it builds a barrier,
that fades me,
from thine naked views.

i have moments,only believing,
so long this love rekindles it's way,
so long this heart beats,
with a sheer of passion,
willy-nilly,
i'll avid thou,
ad infinitum.,
adieu,my love.




P/S: Archaic Form+ Old French+Old English+Modern English+Latin+contractions.

Thou = you (Archaic form)(old English)
art = are (Archaic form)(old English)
thy = your (archaic form)(old English)
shan't = shall not (contraction)
thine = yours(Archaic form)(old English)
ad infinitum = forever (Latin)
et = and (Latin)
adieu = good bye (Old French)


if there exist even a minor notable error/mistake or should you have any useful ideas, please let me know.

i still haven't found the most suitable title for this poem ,so, can you all help me?

by, Mohamad Azhaari Shah.

THROUGH OLD KEREPOT..

THROUGH OLD KEREPOT..

Dont hate much,
I hate Old Kerepot,
Thought that I could,
hate Emirates and Anfield,
points behind of the Chelsea,
Thought that Alex could lose it alone,


In the blink of an eye,
Giggis play another game,
Telling me why,
Manchester lose again?
Got this Giggis,
got me geli,
I can almost start losing teeths,
Now there's Old Kerepot,
Man U will lose alone,


Old Kerepot,
losers are together now,
Through my astro,
I can see,
there's more than lose than more than win

Old Kerepot,
And we are not alone,
Different School,
Paul still schooling now,

Through my window,
I can see,
Ferguson could have been so gila...


I see a bolos,
it starts an anger,
Is this the one worth watching for?
Thought that I could do it without my remote,
Cant watch it like this anymore,

Now there's Old Kerepot,
Rooney are ber-bulu alone,
Old Kerepot,Alex are kerepot now,

Through my astro,
I can see,
there more than lose than more than win,

Politician Nowadays

What about Islam?
What about Malay?
What about all the manifestos that you said we are going get?

Did you ever stop to notice?
Our peoples were suffering here.
Did you ever stop to notice?
The Malays are falling behind.

Where is your promise?
Grant it after we all died?

What have you done to Malaysia,
Look what you have done,
what about all the promise that you said on PR-12?

Did you ever failed to recall?
All the promise you harboured to us?
Where are you hiding?
Tell us the place.
Where are the funds?
Give us our rights.
Where are all the money?
That you embezzled from us.

Politic's Slave




Socrates once said,

humans are the politic's slave,


he ought knows,

In the future,

power abusement,

is a tradition,

a culture which passed through time and space,


He ought knows,

what future-politician is like,


Politicians,

they only knows to abuse power,
hopping from a party to another,
just like grasshoppers,
searching for the crops,

they had wish to destroy,

to make use of it,

to the fullest.




that's happen when they sleep on their jobs,

but the job doesn't mind,

because it was merely a job,



they ought forgot,

the job is very select,

millions of peoples selected them,

to be the people's representative,

to enforce the laws,
to lighten people's burdens.



They may forgot,

every 5 years,

millions of Malaysian,

go out to vote for them,

contributing every penny ,

to be spend on their campaigns,



they are immortal,

but the immortality,

is merely meant to be used in Parliamentary,

but never in public.



Singh is King,

King of Monkeys,

I guessed..




(an another masterpiece from the humble Malaysian,not to criticize..just an another sarcastism from me...)

The isolated 5 syukur

We are here in 5 syukur,
we are isolated,
from the crowd,
from the others..
Like an island,
estranged from the whole world,


We got a neighbour,
it's 5 Efisyen,
the same goes for them,
They got a neighbour too,
it's the ocean of books(SPBT),
Full of boringness,
colourless,
but still got some colours,
sticked on the wall.


Here in 5 syukur,
we have no choice,
but to go on,
make or break,
that's the teacher's saying,

here in 5 syukur,
we still go on,
because we believes that,
it takes no genius to be a genius..

For our juniors,
study hard,
study smart,
don't let your guard down,
because when you do so,
you will end up like this poem writer !

Chelsea:Rise Above The Sky

Chelsea,

they will rise,

rise above the sky,

with the speed of the light,

with the eyes of the tiger,

they will rise,

for that every time they stumbled,

they will rise and rise again,

to end the miseries,

bringing back the tears of glory,

they are not a loser,

they are a true warrior,

we are behind them,

all of us,

we are their backbones,

Supporting them,

to the end,

until they are ready,

to rise above the sky once again..

(Azhaari Shah)

dedicated To Chelsea's winning on the FA Cup Fnal 2009