𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

𝐺𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑒, ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒.
𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒.

𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝐴 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒.

𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒.
𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟’𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝐴 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝑆𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝑇𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

Talking at public tables
and parties mixed up
with the music

seeing a yellow thought
turn orange
frankly and flushed

in the nest of fuss
blending warmly
into welcoming comfort

hanging out in each other
untwisted
wet from living

and then coated again
going outside into the music
of the rain

I breathe air through lungs,
strained from cries.
Laugh through a mouth,
master of lies.
Look at you with eyes,
mirrored pain.
And still I wonder how
I lost you
by loving you.
Ironic?
Understatement.
I thought it saving
you
thought it hiding.
Maybe you were right,
maybe there is no
burden
in love.

Viewpoint: I follow

his gaze, he's looking for two --


and leaving nothing.

What is there to do?
As fires burn and hopes melt
What can I do?

With every day that passes,
A new dawn of destruction emerges,
For every bird song,
a million keys bashed
to the beat of the working day.

What will I do?
When my food is gone,
my home,
my work,
my car!

Where do we go?
When water, finally prescious,
Our immaculate containers,
no longer made,
scattered across the oceans carpet.

Why should I care?
When I won’t even be there!
I’ll surely outlive this tall tale of woe.

It is only I who does something.
Whilst others do nothing.
It’s pointless and futile,
doomed by despots in everyday clothing.

Hoaxes,
misinformation,
It’s blown all out of proportion,
Quacks,
sooth sayers,
falsehoods and lies,
to scare our children,
To darken our minds' skies.

You will regret it.
you will be the reason.
When we all suffer for your gross neglect.
Living it up on earths expense -
thinking only of yourself.

I bet you laugh whilst eating meats
dipped in fine black oils,
gargling, snorting, farting,
I hope you choke! - angry face

Oh how Respect has died an awful death,
Thrown into Mozarts grave,
Along with Reason,
Rationality,
Responsibility,

What can I do?
When none of you see,
The answers are here,
our hands hold the keys.
Show mercy, show care
find comforts in fertile earth,
for tomorrow, she may not soe,
Reuse, reduce, repair - share.

It is not I who can do it -
but we can.

Our love is like threads of songket and sari—
woven slowly, without haste,
brightly colored though from different hands.

You come from a land
where language and movement are like dance,
coloring days with spices and golden light.
I grew up on a land
quiet and simple,
where the wind knows the scent of warm rice and the first rain.

Our cultures are not patterns easily woven,
sometimes your threads don’t match my weave,
and the colors of my customs feel strange to your eyes.
Yet we choose to keep weaving—
not because it’s easy,
but because we know—
beauty can be born from knots of difference.

Though we have never met,
your words reach my evening window,
and my steps toward your land are carried not by promises,
but by hopes I plant
in the woven gaps of maps,
while you too nurture courage each night,
when screens become the only bridge between us.

Sometimes we quarrel,
like two folk songs crossing rhythms.
But love isn’t about being the same,
it’s about understanding
without changing each other’s base note.

You never ask me to be different,
and I never wish to erase what you bring.
We only embrace each other,
two souls from two lands,
who believe—
even threads of songket and sari that differ
can weave beautifully—
if embroidered into a heart that welcomes them.

In shadows deep, the Noctilux gleams,
A guiding light within our dreams.
I believe each soul has its own night,
Waiting to find its shining light.

One day, darkness and dawn will meet,
In perfect harmony, pure and sweet.
Lovers of light and dark unite,
Together they become one bright night.

Alienated from society
We stand together
Apart from what we know
But close to what we have
Together
Alone now this company is all I know
You here with me
Inside my head
I remember what it was like
Together

You and me alone
Madness of world locked away
Peace and quiet reigns