we burned violently in
brisk winters
and grew to ice in
beating summers
opposites do attract

Devilish deeds
Cloaks of a saint
Where shall he plant his seeds
Beneath of all of his taints?

Salvation he has searched
All but almost in vain
From where crows perched
He sullied in pain

Then came a bright flame
A warmth to his shame
In the form of a *****
She vanquished his demons

Her love was sincere
But her conscience still waver
In his embrace
She felt amour and grace

Their love was sacrilegious
Undignified and preposterous
Yet they found solace
In each other's darkness

Together their love grows
Hearts scripted in stone
They marched on tomorrow
With their intertwined souls

Traversing the constellations that unite our worlds
         of light and dark,
I seek refuge in the ephemeral soul that is you.
Although our time together is fleeting
such as any and every star that reaches my observation,
         I still adore the intertwining of divinity
with that of mundane creatures, like myself.
         the salient life that emerges from this phantasmagoria
is priceless in every respect because it comes from you,
who inspires me to dance amongst the nebulous gala
         perhaps we will collide
and we will swirl into the abyss of everlasting night
or collapse and rebirth a new universe.

Nonetheless, we will meet one day
my muse, my treasure island,

my farthest star.

They say her eyes are,
So blue so beautiful
Like the sky.
But if only
They could see
The ocean
That they become,
As when the tears begin to fall
She drowns.

Tomorrow New Zealand's
beautiful sunrise won't see
some forty plus lives that they too
never expected to miss.

The rose will flower for them too
brimming with brightest hues
to colour the wind.
So are the nightingales have the lyrics
for them to sing.

Not to mention like yesterday
people around of all walks and colours  
expected to greet them good morning!

Alas, it won't happen tomorrow
one openly fired at the peaceful setting.
Killed them all in one go
loved by all the humankind around
and naturally nurtured by reality!
Because we have an enemy within.

test me
my waters have remained constant
rippling, reaching
as far as the eye can see
into the horizon; the water surrounds me
my knowledge is useless
when drowning in these waters;
i can only flail desperately
as my movements create ripples
out into the open sea
all these efforts
all in vain
all in my vein
blood rushing out
like the sea, light then heavy
then strong
like the sea, with a strong smell of salt
this time, the waters are red
and they reek of iron

test my waters
they’ve been stained crimson
with my lifeline