Everything I heard amazed me,

The treasure fleet's sixty two ships,

commanded by a powerful ******.

　

Gone, he was captured,

he was castrated,

three jewels, from a dying Prince.

　

The Cheng ** had sailed from Malaku Island;

sight of flags, sound of bells,

guided them to Calicut.

　

Deny the social scientist,

cultural baggage prevails,

abstract freedom, kindling of change.

　

Moaning monsoon winds linger,

the allure of sparkling moons wax,

and dormant black seas swell.

　

The noble adventure of death begins,

where the legacy of leadership ends,

and stars trust him with their thoughts.



© christhamF   2011

Everything I saw amazed me,

I had become the reluctant crusader,

sifting through mud and mail.

　

Gone, without the grimace,

sore eyes saw

real money from a dying hand.

　

The Cheng ** had sailed to Malaku Island;

amidst stacked stone columns,

questions linger with dinosaurs gone.

　

All that is left for you

will be artillery & rhetoric,

my thrill to the world.

　

Take my Princess down,

she won't wait while comfort wanes,

and dormant creatures rise.

　

The priceless adventure of youth begins

where the legacy of leadership ends,

and stars trust her with their fantasies.



© christhamF  2010

Hard river you never smile at me,
but I don't cry,
two thousand hearts held back a tear,
but I don't try.
You always play my game,
never hear the loud voices
of ritual and ridicule.
never even bothered to look for him,
Given up hope of seeing
the soothing hell fires.
It was a cold, dull morning,
But there must have been a warning.
Wrong time on the clock,
That's the trouble
when they tick but never tock.
They can use their hands
for other work,
Grab at the throat
with spasmodic ****.
The last of a kind,
scarred by being trapped
Life-rock for some, Alarming ignorance,
Obsession will come, Sweet sensation.



©  christhamF Jul. '11