Gentle rustle and
creak of bamboo

Far off soothing flute
and soft drum, gentle
mist caressing marsh

Barefoot monks pad
roads accepting simple
alms of curry, rice;
Blessings and incense
float on smooth air.

Sudden cacophony of
mynah explode the grove, a
steady chant bubbles under
the noise, some new symphony
of hunger below bloodshot sky.

Dogs militate exercise,
giving voice, cat slips in
knowing, paws daddy whiskers.

Hawking cough of the headman
announcing his non-demise-
neighbourly sighs.

Crab unburrows and scurries
aside from sand to lapping tide
to feast on volitional jelly who
come inshore to breed and die,
so many alien pearls strung
glistening along the strand.

You militate my mind
And Rehabilitate
My heart back into normal pace
You're a Rainbow Fish, I'm a Dace
Outcast put in his place
He now wants to go face to face
With what is stipulating his
Progress as a human
His furnace is fuming
You are the one subsuming
His mind when he's angry
Now the anger is dwindling
He thinks of cherry blossoms and her smile
He's content for awhile
While alone
If he heard you on the phone
He'd be out of all zones
Not a single hint of drone
In his behavior
You put him in his best
Your name is lightly engraved into his chest
Only you may know about it
Since it's not tatooed there
He'd rather stare
Into your eyes
Instead of tell you lies
He'll hate himself
If he betrayed your trust
You're gold to him
When he thinks he's rust.

No one wants tomorrow
For today's joy assuge the sorrow
Even the moon proscribe no friend to the sun.
Now tell me why man invented gun?

Oyin I shall not believe you
Tell the sun why he shouldn't give way to the moon?
Before you was you
Begging and slaughtering taste of honey Moon's

I shall not believe you Oyin
Plucking your linden like my ancestors
Putting me on the majestic peak of love colour
My faith would declaim you before the win

Wreck me with the mirror of your jaunty mien
It kindly reflects what would be at dawn
Don't make me laugh and lack behind men
In your hollow mind narrow as the lawn

Thus will furrow at your **** and wear
I vow high the hill on nothing to fear
I shall not call you honey twice
For a reason and giving no one is nice

Fear not you ogre to ogle me down your throat.
I thought you are nun but tranquil goat
When your mellow voice militate their thoughts,
I renounce my faith to your remiss and gutt