SPIRIT

I am but as strong as the
sunshine that strengthens me
Ra is my god and no other
gods can replace my jealous God

When clouds threaten, i
f a d e a w a y
When storms clash, i
sburmgue

There are many other gods
But none is as worthy as mine
Though ignorance does not
warrant rejection
Faith in my God is what i have
And only have and will hang on to

Even if one day my God spurns me
I am unperturbed for the God in me
Is alive in grandeur though it
might very well be a pagan farce
or dead in reality

Realism Pragmatism
Ah WATEVA

My castle is decked with flowers
And a lily dias reserved for my
one and only God
Who is welcome to resume the throne
of glory, finger-kissed by thy
humble servant

The Amazon

Blue, white, a fluffy mix
White contrails disperse to reveal
An undiscovered land
Untouched even by the natives
Who squat around it
Oblivious of its grandeur and majesty
Yet the balloonist is superficial

Deep in the heart of the Amazon
Lie dark and murky stories
Of fire-spewing dragons,
Of moving mud serpents

The interior is damp
the soil is hostile
The birds of prey screech and circle
Over the unkeen explorer

Roots ensnare, vines entangle
Every breath taken seems a little harder
Each gasp a little louder

Til one realises he's not alone
Even in this wilderness
An overturning of the soil only reveals
another muddle that is
inexplicable, inhospitable

Rifles and muskets must have targets
Yet this insiduous enemy is unseen
It repels intruders, invaders alike
Its territory a veiled virgin
The outside world is not of his type
This musky world is of his and only his