Ode to a Grecian Poem

You're my Alpha and Omega
My beginning and my end
You're the only reason for my living
My love, my life, my friend
You're the Alpha in my alphabet
Where U and I are side by side
You're the theta in Mathematics
Where all negatives do hide
You're Delta and you're Sigma
The difference, yet the sum
You're a poem of symbols
A whistle tune, song and hum
And for everything you're Beta
The lock to my heart, you're the key
And for all of this i know nothing of love
... Because its all Greek to me

A moment in time A reflection

It was a second
A moment
An instant
Vision imperfect
A vision so perfect
Beauty absolute
Breathtaking
Breathless
Speechless
Absolute beauty...
A complete moment
Lightning flashed over a darkening sky
The orange light of the setting sun
That white flicker of power
The roll of rumbling Thunder
A moment, an instant
So perfect in its stillness
Lost upon a world so frail
It takes but a second
It lasts but a lifetime
Disappearing into the distance
But here with me forever

Cry for Burma

When streets are paved with the blood of holy men
An gutters filled with the blood of those trying to protect them
Wat can one do?
Cry for Burma

When the the snap of a lash and report of a bullet
Are all that fills the air
Wat can one do?
We cry for Burma

When women scream in agony and men lament in mourning
Wat can one do?
Cry for Burma

When freedom is lost
And death is found
Wat will the world do?
Nothing... But cry for Burma...

Melancholy, Underneath the Starlight

Why is it that stars are compared so?
They are points of light so faint,
one wonders at their majesty...
Yet lovers compare their beloved's eyes
to those giants that sparkle in the night sky.
In science they are but huge globes of flame,
more akin to the pits of hell,
burning away in the heavens...
Flames that sear the black of space...

yet...
All on this Earth share one same sky
All breath, talk, laugh, live
under the watch of these sparks of radiance...
sometimes, late at night...
you may wish upon a Shining star...
an your dearest burning wish
hidden in within the vast voids of your being...
your little wish may Shine forth...
and all will be granted to you...

A Very Short Poem About Love and War

This is the story of a little girl
Who one day met a little boy
They played and played till the sun went down
And they were filled with joy.

As the boy went home, the sun went down
Flash of red to end the day
And both the little girl and little boy
Went to sleep in their own way.

The next day the little girl went out,
Went out to play once more
And all she saw was a dead little boy
Dead because of war.

Unspoken voices of Burma

A bullet pierced
That artifice of sorrow...
Of pain of happiness and joy
Of love and hate
Of fire and ice
Once twice
Another for thrice
Pain... More pain
Unbearable pain...
Fire raging
Burning flaming
The dying the struggling...
Help... Please...
A forlorn cry... Swept aside by a tide of indifference...
Lost in a sea of troubles...
Then gone
And gone
And gone...

Burma, a Poem

I say, ‘It looks like its going to rain’, on my face a smile
Rain, it was going to rain… it hadn’t in a while
A drop turned into a lot, then turned to a downpour
It was the cyclone Nargis on top of a civil war

I didn’t know what was happening, the news hadn’t said a thing
Of course the news was controlled by the Junta, the military general a king…
How were we to survive the oceans wrath upon our lives?
Drowned was as dead as being shot with a gun or stabbed with knives…

My wife looked scared, as scared as I was inside
‘We’ll get through this,’ I said, yet deep inside I cried
How many days and nights went by as this water dragon ate our land?
My land is now an ocean, a desert of blue watery sand…

I saw it in front of me, the water that ate the earth
I wept for those around me, the death aiding my tears new birth
Why had the world forsaken us? Us few who dared to hope?
With all those who died around me, how did I think I’d cope?

Oh they made reports and said they’d help, the government always does
But when it came to disaster, life goes from is to was
Do you know what its like to see your life die in front of your eyes?
Do you care at all about us here, who lives or who dies?

Do you care that thousands died because of political reasons?
Political reasons? That is your argument?! That is rain outside the monsoon season!
What are the politics in life or in death? Even politicians are just corpses when they’re dead…
Even the Junta must be human, there must be some humanity inside that general’s head!

Or is it the heart that I should search for? In a ruler of country titled Myanmar
He who sold rice taken from a starving nation, King Dictator Sultan Tsar!
They who bought are no better, I wish you unhappiness before you go to hell
I wish the General an unmarked grave as his final funeral bell

I am named Burma, a country of much suffering
My wife is the justice in this land, I watched as she lay dying
Justice will live again, though that day may be far
This tale of bloodied Burma and murderous Myanmar