Child on Fire

A playground filled with sounds of children

Interrupted by sounds of war,

A boy may imagine facing Cobra and Black Bart,

Girls dream of Middle Ages and fairy tales,

But when spoiled adults play their toys,

Youth thinks of one thing,

Running away from the monster.

This is a beast like no other.

Who takes away innocence,

He is made of fire and lead.

Feared by all,

Worshiped by many.

Yet people ask,

How do you conquer the beast?

With  another Godzilla?

Being its buddy?

Banishing it?

There is no answers,

Only fear.

A Rose by the Table

As I enter the day,

A lady in orange waits by the table.

With her, a single red rose.

Her eyes catch me as a hunter to a prey.

As I sit, her soft, warm hands touch mine.

She whispers the sweetest things.

I get lost in the music of joy as I close my eyes.

When I open, Alas!

She is gone.

But the rose remains,

Our reminder of togetherness.

I wait thee 

Lady of the rose.

The Cherished Sirens

As I come across the ragged sea,
I see two beautiful women at the angry sea.
They are as beautiful as daffodils in the green grass.
I see them
I cannot break from the sight.
All of a sudden, the mighty storm comes.
Are they illusions,
Used to get sailors off their true paths?
Do I be tempted to fall under their spell?
Then, a miracle of miracles,
As the sea parts
A light shine as a beacon.
I follow it as a puppy to a boy.
Then I come to shore,
My sip safe and undamaged.
Then i see two dames
With beauty that tempts a male virgin,
And hair as long as uncut grass.
Are these more illusions?
They come,
One has her soft hand touch my cheek,
And gives a giggle in the process.
The other a kiss with her bright, red lips.
It's like melted ice cream,
Wet and sweet.
If this nirvana,
Then by god, I am ready.
I am now at peace.

The Happiest Place on Earth

I have come from lands of dread,
Places where joy and love are crimes.
And I come to this place.
Its river is as sweet as milk and honey,
Everyone that lives there is of kindness and warmth.
Even my simplest gesture is seen as the Hope Diamond.
I see nothing but love and joy.
I see that abuse,
Drain of its energy.
But this sweet gift,
Is one that must be preserved
So the next lonely soul can have the same oasis as I.

The Golden Sun

As I make the journey out of darkness,
I see a great light.
A glow that shines brighter than the hottest torch.
Hotter than the closest star.
Its warmth is soothing as a warm hug on a cold, winter's day.
It is a sigh of everlasting peace.
Of a journey's medal and honor
For the longest trek.
Yes, I came to it,
And alas, I truly earned it.

Thy sweetest gift

After the day I give Thanks,

I look at the thing I miss.

I do not show disappointment.

I find joy.

At the gift you truly give me.

It is not material,

It is not one of deed,

It is one of heart.

You give time,

You give of yourself.

I see more than just beauty in you,

I see love.

I am more grateful than ever,

That you are in my life,

And I want to share the rest of it with you. 

Frustration

As I have fought for years on end,

My time to end is near.

I wish I can have peace,

Settle for a compromise.

But I have been caged,

My freedoms challenged,

My dignity and hope lost.

I want to finally have choice,

I want to have opportunity.

I don't care anymore if people judge me,

For they lost their voice to brainwashing.

If I can truly fight,

It is one battle that can be best won on my own.