MUSIC OF THE GALAXY


& in the beginning (first voyage)

& in the beginning the universe stood still,
there was deafening silence no lights to fill.
atoms in first order degree of difficulties nil;
eons of freak births, deaths and unknown thrill.
then, atoms grew bigger into pebbles of sand;
they expanded slowly, then chaos started the bang.
the hues turned gray, to crimson then deep blue;
alas! the meteors, the planets and stars came into view.
shooting stars and wobbly suns exploded then died:
pulsars, quasars, nebulae and black holes were abound.
by freak of explosions, the Milky Way was formed;
nurtured by the celestial sun and the stellar moons.
early planets orbited the budding and flickering sun:
mercury, venus, the earth and mars were some,
jupiter, saturn, uranus, neptune and pluto followed,
others are hidden or vanished from the galaxial wallow.


Claire De Lune

Claire De Lune - Queen of the Night;
Power of your charm seductively bright,
Warmth of your caress is full of delight,
You spark up the fire of the darkened night.

Calmness of the sky is so serene,
Coolness of the night - what a perfect scene.
Shadows on the ground hunting for love,
Hoping for a kill before the night is out.

Whimpering wolves from the distant beyond;
Thumping of their feet echoes from the ground.
Slithering snakes on slumbering trees
Stalking for prey or waiting to breed.

Masters of the night wander everywhere;
Mysteries in their souls roam anywhere.
Beauty of darkness lingers in their minds;
Your whispering wind is their only guide.

Claire De Lune - the night bids you adieu;
King Sun is waiting to mesmerize you.
Embrace the cold night one more time;
Without your warm caress darkness would die.

To Die Young

O how precious young life could be;
Horizon ahead - a journey to the valleys of sea.
But rapture looms & mortal falls
With angel tears in Heaven's wall.

Behold! Deep slumber is just as sweet;
Darkling shadow prolong thy sleep.
Forlorn breath, prophetic dream;
Become death - nature's evil scheme.

O futile soul what become of thee.
Gasping for breath, have you failed to see;
The scene of life, the life of sins
Then to bid farewell in misery.

O to die young - an enigmatic state;
Master of faith casts the final fate!
Bless the mortals with flesh & lust;
Then curse the breathless into specks of dust.


I Heard The Silent Whispers

I heard the silent whispers
Since I was an innocent child;
When I was not yet exposed
To the art of my own demise.

Cold-hearted shadow follows me
Where the lights refuse to grow
And haunting fear comes again
When merciless wind starts to blow.

Now the silence is deafening
As I am wandering all alone
Here in this place so disgracing
And no one to call my own.

O silent whispers come back to me
I plead you back, hear my call.
My heart is yearning to hear from you;
Save a once innocent child's soul.


Aurora Borealis

A luminous phenomenon along the magnetic lines,
To mesmerize the moons, the stars and skies,
And gives hues to all the planets around;
From mercury, to earth and unknown realms.

But where does this phenomenon lie?
Is it the emissions of comets and dying stars?
Or is it the excited lights from the new spheres?
Which traverse from black holes to galaxial sea.

Does it grasp the concept of eternity?
Or it just glorifies the energy of the faithful sun?
& let its heart and soul shine, fade then, die;
Billions of loathing years from now.


I'll Be With Thee

I'll be with thee when autumn dies.
When birds cease soaring in the gloomy skies.
When leaves wither on the dying vines.
When clouds shed tears in your distant eyes.

I'll be with thee when your life is harsh.
When misery whimpers and shadows sparse.
When your heart throbs to ease the pain
When your soul yearns to be cleansed by rain.

I'll be with thee in your deepest dream.
When silhouettes emerge with raging scream.
When you weep for fear when torn apart.
When silence echoes in your empty heart.

I'll be with thee when our hearts are one.
When peace and harmony finally succumb.
When your voyage of life fouls aground.
When your dreams and visions cannot be found.


The Dying Breed

O Poet! Thou not wither in vain;
Thou art is not done!
Let thy sonnets groove once again;
There are more to come.
Epic ago thou the master,
Thy theater the envied for Crown.
But now your fading luster,
Like Apollo in the heaving dawn.

Arise! Arise! Soul of Blackness;
Let rhythm guide thy plight.
Weep no more Heart of Sadness;
Let verses lure thy might.
O Poet! Wake up in deep slumber;
Let thy voice be heard again.
Make each ode a heightened wonder
To all restless minds in chained.


The Trees

I wonder a lot about those trees,
Why do they bear flowers, fruits & seeds?
And shrivel when their foliage freeze;
Then blossom in the summer breeze.
Why are they cursed not to walk?
Is it to be reaped by birds & bees?
Do they quiver when the wind stalks?
And bow when the tempest whips.
Why do they crawl upright?
Is it to worship the Eternal Light?
Do they whimper in the moonlit night?
Or just shimmer until dawn arrives.
The trunks, the rinds, the twigs;
Their shields against Nature's rots.
But would they sense the twinge
When humans break their rods?