December

[16^th December 2018]

Eleven long and you arrived

With pomp and gaiety for all,

Through many you have strived,

'tis why you rise after fall.

Longing warmth for the solstice sun,

Allurement of the glazed moon,

These has only begun

To behold your divine tune.

Finding one with such symmetry,

Embracing even a piece,

A present to the free

Is a gift greater than peace.

SONNET 1

(A Shakespearian sonnet)

[08th September 2013]

Dusk came, and with a chill,
Hearken to cries of solitude.
An abyss, with nothing to fill;
He alone, of all the multitude.
Then came she, out of the blue!
Golden tears emanating from bright eyes,
Trembling, stitching tales be true;
Struck with awe, a fool ate her lies.
Summer reigned but for a moment's blur,
Furthermore, procrastinated was the choice made;
Frailty; of all abominable sins ergo doth not spared her,
Anthesis of fidelity inevitably strayed.
Now is the winter of discontent
Reflecting antecedent delusions to eternal lament.

Slowly I die

[10th June 2001]

 

1.
What must I reach to make myself heard?
To publicize my worldly wealth;
Or end myself in a zombie's ward,
Which ultimately could decimate my health.

2.

Who could decipher my folly,
Or determine my solicit motions?
None could consider it unholy;
It is but a part of my notions.

3.

A miracle steered my life,
My soul turneth from hell;
I drank the water of life,
Forever on, it is well.

4.

The world is full of sorrow,
Drowning me as I fade;
Making my view as narrow,
As was meant to be my fate.

5.

I am now weary,
Then slowly I die.
My joyous soul is ready,
To the land of the Holy I fly.

Desolation

[29th June 2013]

 
1.     

Lost myself in this silent veritable solitude of bedlam.
Has my conscience gone overboard my pretentious limits?
Who, in all of nature's children, must shoulder this?
My very essence doth craved of anachronistic composure.

 

2.     

Must I bow to the unending lunacy of hypocrisy?
Nay, this persistent adversity, I mustn't waver to;
Yield I should, to the eternal light of the dawn.
Never flickering, never fading till eternity.

Friends

1.

Friends may come and go,

Need I pay them heed?

Or to them my heart I show,

Whatever may, it's just a deed.

2.

Waste my time I shall never,

Pamper one who will never;

Unlike you who is true and ever,

Be my friend and best, forever.

Predicament of Life

[17th May 2002]

 
1.

Darkness befalls me,

Like clouds that poureth rain;

I am lost in this sea of turmoils,

With nothing to light my path.

My debts weigh my head,

My follies shackled my limbs;

My tears like poison drops,

Haunts every pillar of my faith.

2.

Then rays of salvation shines,

Bringing forth beams of hope;

And setting paths of gold,

To guide my weary soul home.

To my Father, who knows,

My prayers, my everything;

Undauntedly I stand once more,

To face the burden till I'm home.

Hope Town

[July 2005] 
 

1. 

 Far above the coast of the Atlantic,

Lies yonder, settlement of the gloom;

Clouds of grey over their visions blurred,

Agony rains in the heart of the whole.

Rites of gods who are demonic,

Worshipped by them, to certain doom;

Harvest of sorrow, all is heard,

Fields of tears, reaped by all.

By their souls, they vowed to live,

Be turmoil's and death's hand;

For all their follies, they learnt to give,

To guard their home and be they stand.

2. 

Aftermath of unspoken dying war,

Lies in ruins the hope of the dead;

Fog or foe, none can decimate,

Abyss of corpses forever unforgotten.

Dreams in mime tastes the sour,

Pools of wails' all they had;

Flags of bitter defeat be eradicated,

In thoughts of multitudes that which forsaken.

The subjects of idols that can never,

Be again, centre of prosperity;

For lies the truth that hadn't quaver,

Fraction of a moment till eternity.

3.

Be you strong and not to mourn,

Rise thy feet to face the hand;

Spoken with by elder of Hope,

Truth of Love, Sabre of victory.

Dark of night and night is gone,

Mails of fire for they to band;

'gainst immortals that which grope,

To sight of light shed doth unity.

Live they must for Kingdom come,

Fear of death perceived with admire;

For in battle, it is done,

Fight they will with Blood and Fire.