fear

  • When the Lotus Blooms

    They began playing the ensembles,Mahori music in loud rambles,in front yards of shops and homes,in improvised event halls are formed of sound and rhythm, yet to begin,the circles are yet to be seen,for Romvong comes after some catalyst,where dance steps… Continue reading

    When the Lotus Blooms
  • My pen, The Galaxies and The Narrative

    I say my truths! My eyes are open,if not heard, I scribe them with my sharp pen,though it is sharp, it does not kill,it does not hurt a home, it bends but won’t break will. It does not cost someone’s… Continue reading

    My pen, The Galaxies and The Narrative
  • Courage to Speak: The Cost of Truth-Telling

    there’s nothing to forgive, I live, I liveI do not regret speaking up, I giveI wasn’t loud, I kept it low,I sneaked out the battlecry, soft but so then it cost me all the decade work,it cost me my bread… Continue reading

    Courage to Speak: The Cost of Truth-Telling
  • Love and Fear

    The time has come to let you hearthe secret tunes I’ve held so near,the quiet plans beneath my tongue,the hidden truths I’ve softly sung. I want to go, to find my way,to grow beyond where we both stay,not always close,… Continue reading

    Love and Fear
  • A Cuckoo Found Home 9

    The Last Sight as the sun dips below the sky, the eagle takes flight,spying prey in the valley, it’s a grand sight,in a distant river, where nature flourishes,a place of endless bounties, it’s lush and luxurious,this oasis of abundance attracts… Continue reading

    A Cuckoo Found Home 9
  • A Cuckoo Found Home 8

    Deceitful Blue Cuckoo Although fears have taunted and haunted me so,I found a blue cuckoo nearby, flying high and low.In this place he knows well, a bird so agile and clever,My trust it did gain, despite the unknown refrain.In him… Continue reading

    A Cuckoo Found Home 8
  • A Cuckoo Found Home 7

    The Coward Among Us As the cuckoo curled up quiet,dwelling within the nest with fright,an eagle soared above the landwith a pigeon grasped in its taloned hand.a prey, the pigeon looked on with despair,as the eagle flew off in the… Continue reading

    A Cuckoo Found Home 7