The sea is mild to-night,
The tide is full, the Moon lies fair
Upon the Straits.

Our President,

Wants meatloaf;

Not liberation.

Life is too tragic
To be on the agenda of a

D   y    i   n g  
                            N  a  t  i  o  n

Enrich in the taste.

                                                 ©MH

Below the hanging tree I wept
Remembering the past.
There was a secret I still kept
Or – it kept me aghast.
A secret so ingrained in me,
An ache, a pain so deep,
A nightmare all day long for years
I could not fall asleep.

Beside the hanging tree I crept
My world – a shrunken hiss…
That fateful night I found the cure
Was in the air I kissed.

Beneath the hanging tree I dreamt
Of stranger things to come.
But all my dreams were swiftly swept
With shafts of morning sun.

Behind the hanging tree I stepped
And took the leap of faith.
And now I know you are to come
To this most sacred place.

The memory of ones we lost
Will never fade away
And neither will our love for them –
Not for a single day.

We might seem peaceful, fair enough,
But we have shown our teeth.
When freedom cried and duty called
We chose to clench our fists.

With every step along the way,
With every drop of blood
We learnt there was a price to pay.
We hardened our hearts.

With every cut and every bruise
And every shot we took
Our numbers grew, so long the queues
That everywhere you looked
You’d see the mothers and the sons,
The daughters and the dads,
Their fiery eyes, their daring hearts,
Their disregard for death.

With every blast and every hit
And every shrapnel piece,
The hopes went high, the dreams grew big –
Our dreams of lasting peace.

But first there was a war to win,
An ego to submit,
Old gods to cast aside for good
And fears to defeat.

A score of scores to be paid off,
A destiny to meet,
Old shackles to be shaken off,
A brave new world to greet.

And long and hard the battle went,
The toll is still unknown…
But to this day we reap the fruit
Of seeds of love we’ve sown.
…
And now, around the hanging tree
We join our hands
As we recall what made us free,
What brought peace to our lands.

I smile as I linger on –
A minute, maybe five
As I recall the war we fought,
The sacrifice, the lives.

I weep no more, so wild and free,
And all I ask of thee:
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?

"My Balance/Reflection"

Once I was an cancerous cell until he become my cure
So Raw and Pure
I Never knew A love like this before
He makes long for more.

He is my source of light that awaits me to shine his radiance upon my night just as the dawn adds the orangish yellow colors in the dazzling sky making me believe I'm a majestic bird that can fly
Feeling like a cloud floating so high

Don't awake me if I'm dreaming
You are giving my life a whole new meaning
Now I can even feel my heart beating
You resuscitated me, my life you have revived
I feel so alive

I have Breathed you in like oxygen
And just like that you became my addiction
That feeling of Rejection has been replaced with love and Affection
We did an Exchange of power
You became my strength and I became you weaknesses
No long am I a damsel in distress and you lay your head in between my chest as I put your fears and worry to rest.
Leaving behind the Burden
No more Hurting
No more searching

In eachothers arms we are The fortress  of our solitude
He's Calms my crazed mood
And my love Nourishes his inner being like grandmas Soul food.

In love with him did I just fall?
As I stare at him in awe
I am speechless for he's beyond what my mind could Fathom
He gives me Intellectual *******
As my heart palpitations from making my body have multiple spasms.
Its Like a bee to the skin his love stung
And His gentle touch make me utter a foreign tongue
Thats when I noticed I was Sprung.
And my heart knew he was the one.

Its like the universe connected with me thru silent communication As I gazed upon the constellation and God spoke to me in conversation.
Telling me of how he's going to send me a mate to increase my spiritual elevation and give me postive motivation thru my toughest situations.

Then clouds opened up to show the Stars have aligned
And I knew it was a sign
That you were meant to be mine
For he was Crafted so carefully to be my divine design

Our souls Did a heavenly tango as if you are my sun, and am I your earth constantly rotating around each other For a new day to be birthed.

You keep me on my toes like I'm a ballerina
Pirouetting thru life with elegance, poise, and grace
And an infectious smile upon my face
Almost as if its my passion instead of one of my many hidden talents.
You keep me from stumbling, you are my equilibrium, my balance.

I was just another lonely soul in a place of inperfection until I gazed into the mirror and I saw you as my reflection.
That completely changed my perception Showing me that even with my flaws to you I'm Perfection.

As I drank from your fountain of youth
I realize that You validate my naked truth
Just as Boaz did Ruth.
Let's be the evidence that love can't die because its bulletproof.

Come into the waters of mine,
Fly into the air so fresh,
Dig into the soils so fine,
And maybe you will find the truth.

As you inhale,
I exhale.
We are human,
together in this
breath of life,
moving in this
perfect rhythm.

The tide is coming in.
Off in the distance, I see young swells building, aging, ignorant of whats to come.
Using the ocean floor like a springboard to launch itself into a force to be reckoned with.
All these individual elements, the ocean's collective energy divided among its waves; fractals of something much larger.
In their greatest moment, they come crashing down, seemingly ceasing to exist.
I stand on the shore, a bystander, observing the energy return to the source, ripples being created from the death of waves.
Their relevance lasting as long as the shores remain stained.
And in this moment, I feel better about my own mortality; knowing that my relevance doesn't end when my body dies, that my energy just goes to feed the swell of another wave to come.
And I remain a pillar, unmoved.

We all fight our demons… At times, they prevail.
And once we give in, we are fatefully jailed –
By hatred and envy, by lust and ill will,
By malice and greed… Can we bear such a levy?

What happens to us should we rid ourselves
Of the duties, the vows, the commitments we’ve taken?
How long will it take for us to succumb
To the pleasures of flesh and be ever forsaken?
How long till we cry out for help, our tongues
Tied firmly in place by our own repletion?
How long till we see the daylight and admit
There is no going back to relieve our division.

Yet we dream and we hope, and some pray for redemption.
We fight back… And the demons return to the void.
And no fairies exist – not in our dimension.
Yet the demons are real. Hardly can we avoid
The temptations of power, the concoctions of plenty,
And the fight carries on to this day, far and wide.
Every crevice and nook, every palace and shanty
Hold the ones craving nothing but to bask in the light.

19 II 2017

a boy with seven hearts

they gave him seven hearts
the first for dreaming
the second for running
the third for crawling
the fourth for laughing
the fifth for crying
the sixth for loving
the seventh for fighting

in each heart waged a war
the sound of blowing horns not very far
in each heart grew a tree
taller than the depth of the sea

in one boy sang seven hearts
they sang a song that lasted til night
a song that took away all the fright
the fear that spun around like a kite

in two hands he grasped one heart and asked
“what do you do?”
it said “i fight for one important thing
and, boy, that thing is you.”

in one palm he held a small heart and whispered
“what can you do?”
the heart replied, “i may be small but my dreams are big
and that’s what makes me you.”

each heart was crafted differently
each one had a unique design
but together they were stronger
and together they could shine

Take your broken heart
And make it into art.
Take your shattered dreams
And let them glow and gleam.
Take your darkest fears
And turn them into cheers.
Take this road alone
And make the world your own.

14-18 II 2017