I want to make you feel
God's love
That he gave to us
Without even ask
We are also happy to receive
Some free God's love
Yes we are also his children
That he made with his holy hands
A long time ago
We are having a hard time
Surviving the heat
Also it is feeling sticky
The heat
During this Summer night
We are going to sleep
At midnight
Because we are not tired yet
And the next day
We will wake up
At 4:00 pm
Then we will work
For our God

She rode the southern winds,

set down in the north

on Azaleas once again,

warms little buds as

they scream in their birth

and spring into blooms

-colorful bursts.

Delights for all

beholding landscapes.

Now she's off in a cloud

with the seeds of love

wooooosh

to love you true.

(and she does with a passion)

She weeps tears of youth,

makes rainbows scenic.

Warms your heart

you’ll know she is there.

Adorned with bouquets

...this banquet is for you.

Oh, to remember such
unspoiled kinship with the divine,
where even the wind was a companion
and silence spoke in full sentences.

Perhaps this poem isn’t just
a backward glance but a gentle invitation—
to return, not in time, but in spirit,
to that meadow of soulfulness
where love was once our native tongue.

Some part of us still listens
to the rustling leaves, hoping
the gods haven’t stopped calling.

I walked an identical path with
a different set of experiences.
from weather changes, to brand
new faces at different times of the
day. From sand spitting in my face
and trees becoming agitated. To
Night fishing and bench sitting.

Splash
Sparkle
Shine
Illuminate

I wear them.
I apply them
on my face.
I feel them.

Without colour
my life is incomplete.
It shapes me,
and drives me
in a positive direction.

I think of ruby reds,
fluorescent orange,
sunshine yellow.
They elevate my mood.

I’m not going to lie to you, babe
understand it’s true
as hard as I try I can’t seem to find
the words and the rhyme
to depict how overwhelmed and stunned am I
whenever you come into view

Maybe I’m too dense or too intense
to capture the unquenchable rapture
that flows over me head to toe
grabs me and won’t let go
leaves me not knowing what to do
whenever you come into view

You loved me so much
Also I am your son
That you had made me
In you own image
Many years ago
And placed me on earth
To live also with my brothers
We are already used
To live on earth
That is not a lie
Being sugar coated
We always tell you
The truth father
Be still
And wait for
The night to arrive
Because the day already ended
Very fast today
And soon the night
Will be here
And we will take a peek
At the sky at night
And we will see the

I met you in a pub one night
The way we sometimes do
You slid your card across to me
Said “call me if you’re wanting to”

You told me you played bass guitar
But not so much these days
You had a bike you tinkered with
Then we both went on our way

I left that card beside me
On my table stacked with books
I wasn’t sure I wanted you
And your kind of kooky looks

But time it was a wasting
And each day I got a little old
I chose to make that call one day
And this was what you told

I know I need to love my God more
Because I feel that
I don't love God enough
I know that in the mornings
I have the blues that I hate
I know that I should be grateful
That I have health
I know that I Iove the sun
I know that I will be happy
When Spring will be here
I know that I need to go to sleep
Early every night
So, I can get a proper night's sleep
I know that I should look
After my health
I know that I should look after
My hygiene better
I know that I need to pray more

The cannon cracked—too loud for stagecraft's game,
Its echo swallowed jest and breath alike;
That spark, unmeant, leapt high to catch the flame,
Where thatch stood dry as tinder, ripe to strike.
The players froze mid-line, their throats gone tight,
Eyes tilted up where straw betrayed its role.
A murmur passed like weather through the night—
Then chaos surged like fire without a soul.