MY HEART'S AMBERS

Guise the moon and eclipse my crown,

A thousand thoughts stampede.

Strike with lightening - drought,

Stoke my heart's amber,

Its skin billows foul air.

Grill my demons' fears, those pricks,

They conjure wetness in my pants - 

A rampaging fire from my tap.

Let my heart's amber light the path,

When fairies or djin hunt me the chest

ROUT

A thousand thoughts stampede my mind

If my pen be slain on this field and my pockets bleed

Will my king be crowned? Or I be eclipsed?

THE CRY FROM WAR

The wall of a bruises gazelle's Achilles
Rippling echoes, the cry from war
Where Harbinger's god bring to slander
Daisies from wilt's escape
When re-sown goatskin moults
Where emotion's silo roosts
Let Cupid sound the omen
Of lush panorama
The paradise of happily hereafter