Closure

The wake of a realization sends the bleary eye ablaze
Arousing from the slumber when scales fall off
Tangents return to their eternal revolving recoil
Futures remembered, pasts imagined, presents forgotten
Unconscious forces assert the order of peace once more
The dissenting will suffers the return of lack
Nothingness, as desires return to the darkness of night
When fantasies are laid bare by vicious truths
Hidden by the debris of words scabbing wounds
Torn apart by the tired reasoning of Antigone
The strange lack of tears haunt the silence
A hum, once again, from the burning mills
Then, a quiet sigh from the passing sail
Signifying the consolation of unveiled nature
The world moves again with the looping of time
A terrible sight to behold, the gaping hole
Dreams of teething fears turned to fright
Two sets, one to drop for the other to grow
Anxieties met by the fleeing of fiery sprites
And the desperate biting of falling, milking teeth
The ease of life settles into the momentum of stasis
When human shapes loomed large as monsters
Return, return to the opening suture of a new age
Here the chapter ends with trailing footnotes
Closed, the story begins anew

Siapa nama kamu?

Muck

The richness of life can be fathomed,
The texture of time tasted with a single beat.
Strum, whine, hum, lick and dig from the mines.
A shout to blind heavens, swinging soul, cry,
Beat the skin, tear the strings untouched.

Spit on the Chinaman, the rubbers of the rakyat.
Noble screams of savage presents, future tears of opiated pasts.
Malaya, O Malaya, white ghosts haunting the yellow-brown hues.
Conscriptions of fear, trenches etched deeper than the old dredges.
Birch shits in his shorts, the river runs still with murky urgency,
As daggers set the course of history.

Shining new instruments darkened by a muffled song,
Trenchant voices that rhyme to powerful tunes.
An upheaval of arms unbounded by barbed fences,
There is no waiting room for all who wait in vain.
Cringes forth the visit of tones from the fraternal train,
A single moment of joy shared between smoke and spirits,
Spurned by dirt, my hands bloodied, but still toil, for love.

Home

Wavering Sail

A morning chill shivers the seasoned traveler
Nights of long adieu haunt a clear summer sky
The sail is folded against the call of the gulls
Sailors heartened to the embers of homely love
The tide inches them towards the ashes of time
A horizon as blue as the deepest oceans
Holds dangers already foresaw in cards
An Italian night of shattered hopes and dreams
A French night of safe delusions and balanced peace
Cathay waits with the riches of things in place
Know your name and all will fall in line
For even the liveliest of sprites may be tamed
Round the Cape the very turning point
Or fly the straightest unwavering route to sail
Blown by the winds of fear to the North
Where the cold snaps the spine of resolute men
A prophecy of loss comes round fulfilled
The heavenly orbit of stars remains untouched
The hordes look inwards for eternal perfection
Ephemeral spices sent up to appease the gods
The jungle sings a ghostly song for darkened hearts
There is no story to taste, for there is none to tell
The mast sinks in the security of wasted trust
A monument to desire with no intentions or will
How does one care for a universe unformed?
The watery grave swallows the shell of a man