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Tsunami
Silent moment
Just one victim
Love is a Melange
Cri De Coeur
Yes
Rule of law
Faith in the Rock
Handicapped
Men as pawns

TSUNAMI

We know who you are
You are that meek and serene child
You are the host of many guests
You are the home where many rest
You are the child with a hearty of gold
We behold your sight like a drop of blood
on a roof of snow
But we do not know
how you became a monster
You have swallowed many
and yet you are not satisfied
You are crying aloud
to sentence more to death
We are all accusing you of murder
but you are the eel
The bare hands cannot hold
you are the murderer
that must surely be admire

SILENT MOMENT

As the wind serenades us at night
we mesh arms together
Under the serenity of a sequoia
wrapped with the silhoutte of the moonlight
savouring each others breath
intoxicated in our might
We inhaled a deep breath of comfort
and with the re-alignment of our trust
we close to build a castle of love
that will forever remain above.

JUST ONE VICTIM

The ritual is over
now i have a new tongue
I am the dibia of the earth's clan
for in between us is a great lacuna
Where the tide of injustice is flowing
and in the mirror of my mind
was many found drowning
I stood erect like the statue of liberty
and he came crawling like a coiling
snake at my feet
His tears became a pool
as if a chemical substance
like the venom of a mamba
was released into my marrow
I became light in my thought
knowing I have the locus standi
I said to myself
"for this one victim, I shall plead
allocutus".

Love is a Melange

Love the breath of our time,

And is since the creation of life.

Love is in between lovers an endless strife,

And she embodies a lot of incessant crime.

Love whose face is like a chameleon,

And in every discoursre causes pandemonium

Love is a callous being,

Whose true nature is never seen.

True love causes extreme pains,

Like a prisoner bound in great chains.

Love show who you really are!

And desist others from being harm.

For your traumatic melody,

Is like a tremendous malady

Cri De Coeur (cry from the heart)

Though, my thougts are
higher

They are like men in a
quagmire

Though, I am like ten
thousand

I have always been
abandoned

Their long term of
service

Has turned into perpetual
mourning

Lo! in the wall is a
crevice

To see their crooked ways of
governing

Alas! justice is
dying...

But,we must not relinquish
fighting.

YES

I shall no longer be benighted
About the two disputing twins
Who juxtapose themselves on my inside
Waiting to be chosen
I shall no longer be haunted
By the gigantic demon of indecisiveness
Holding me bounds for so many years

Yes
I shall no longer be turbulent
Between the twin "Yes" and "No"
For in them we shall either live or die
But, I Gordon shall be "Yes oh Yes".

Rule of law

Little did we know that there is a law which has become for us a mountain too heavy to carry.

We have chosen to be governed by the rule of law but like a child who desire milk and was given pap we have been given a knotted thread.

To loose that thread has become the rule of force.

Faith in the Rock

As eternity begins to dominate my mind.
And a great pilgrimage awaits us.
With ferocious beast of every kind lurking around on every side.
Unperturbed about their own cause.
Believing in the ridicule of their weak force.
Though millions like sand have gone way-ward.
But I shall continue to move in the sword.
For Christ the solid rock I stand.

Handicapped

Though,I considered myself
As tall as mount Everest
So I could be above everyone
Though,I considered myself
As fast as chittah
That I may always come first
Though,I considered myself
As the king of the jungle
That I may be feared by all
Though,I considered myself
A cunning serpent
That I may be the merchant
Of all merchants
Then,I considered myself
Wanting to be everything
That I may have everything
But little did I know
That I was handicapped
When I got bitten by
A tiny soldier ant
And was looking for whom to heal me

Men as pawns

I wish it was a game
So I could appear as hurricane
And spin the four walls into board
Then color it like the rainbow
I wish it was a game
Where I could manipulate my pawns
Just like the leaves caught in the wind
Knowing that there is always a dead end
Therefore every square must be protected but somewhere between dusk and dawn was a heart like bomb in Hiroshima indeed the cravings of our stomach has become king that makes us pawns albeit that men are pawns on a colorful chessboard