unbeknownst to my being,

the bloodshed is rampant.

sipping my coconut juice and humming,

I stare at the plain.

the papers filled with slander

my ears filled with jungle beats,

my mind goes into oblivion.

I hear the cries of my people yet,

I hear the laughter of the children,

leaving a bitter-sweet taste into my mind, my mind goes into oblivion.

the kettle drum beats drown out the shots of guns

living in a false haven, my mind drifts into oblivion .

ignoring the flyers of protests, wars and rebellion pasted on lamp posts,

 I lie in relish with my book, reading for the umpteenth time:

“my country is my country, even though it is unjust to me”



That gorgeous face,

That delectable smile

Never have I seen such a specimen worthwhile.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day, my fair friend?

For your charm is eternal.

Every day I see your face, I thank the heavens for my eyes,

They say love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies;

But this love is eternal, your beauty shall see no demise.

I could go on with all these sweet words, all these sappy sayings of love

But alas they must come to an end.

As I look in the mirror once more, letting my eyes capture my beauty and elegance,

I realize how vain I must sound


” he that falls in love with himself has no rivals”

I’m my own enemy

An astronomical amour

I was nothing but a hothead, the spark that ignites a flame, the fortune hunter. My aura knew no bounds, for I was a fighter, I was drawn to the wild. sitting amidst my fire, I saw him. Eyes as blue as water yet clear as glass, a childlike innocence that was seductive. I wanted him. I put my ears to his chest seeking his rhythmic heartbeat, I got nothing but the splash of the waves. He oozed serenity and fresh air, I felt my flame flicker. He wasn't your ordinary wave.

My fire started going out, his waves started to boil, our auras were going awry. Our union seemed to be a match made in heaven, yet, we were water and fire. I wanted him, he needed me. He was the only water that tolerated my fire, my flames seemed to dance on his waves. Our forbidden love was intoxicating, yet I couldn't get enough. Our embrace was lethal. He'd evaporate at my touch, I'd be quenched with his kiss. Taming me was inevitable, I'm a fire spirit, I need to be free. His calm demeanor unnerved me. The silence was deafening. I ran mad with every passing minute. We were meant for each other - opposites attract. With every evaporation, every burn out, I knew it was coming to an end.

As I make known this story, I feel there is no love lost. For I wanted something unrealistic, like wanting water mixed with oil. Our tale is but an unmistakable one, I being the predator, he my prey. In search of a new toy, I found my water angel, my very own treat. My spark didn't die despite our separation, my existence found a meaning - desire. Desire for the unknown, the good and the bad. Desire for the things that make me tick, a joy ride, roll in the hay; anything but love.