Before me stands a demon.
I try to calm myself down,
and live inside a lion’s shell —
like a child behind a ring of fire,
hoping no beast dares to cross.

They say I'm fragile and pure.
Maybe that’s why I can’t tell
when a tender look
is meant for a child —
or prey for the hunter’s spell.

Even when the pack is near,
I feel left behind in the wild.
Most of all, now that I’ve grown —
I fear I’ve met
pedophilia face to face.

(Once published on All Poetry)

Somewhere in time
I need to make more friends
Because I only have few friends
And the friends I have
Got some respect for me
They respect my race
And my religion
Also, I respect my friends
Race and religion
Somewhere in time
My friends are praying for God
And God answer my friend's
Prayer
Somewhere in time
My friends are praying for the
Countries that are in war
For them to have peace
We don't know when
The war will end overseas
All we know that are children
Dying of mal nutrition
And that is terrible to see

Silver rays refracted,
they bent in benign,
shapes and shards,
bright moon casts
stylish  beauty yet,
never flags each night,
glide to wistful glide,
a blissful eye treat,
stunned yet aroused,
theatrical tapestry,
engulfs midnight
to polychrome swathe,
engaging the wanderer
whilst they emit sighs,
that spread an arch,
heard by phantom,
fellow journey plodder,
crying heart floods,
of elated elixir elf,
metaphor for cheer,  
either day or night,
the astute eye always
discovers eclectic
sound and vista

At dawn we sang on planet Plu
a song the cosmos deemed taboo
as cobalt blue gave way to pink
and a finch-bat blinked a sleepy blink,
suspended in upended slumber.

While vole-grouse rushed in boundless number
to unlit holes in sunlit hills
and all the owl-whippoorwills
broke off their chorus round the planet,
we crooned a tune — and war began. It

floated like a bloated moon
one afternoon, a bronze balloon
that, as we watched it, detonated.

(We should have been annihilated;
instead, their malice made us chortle

(even Mary Poppins would tout
a plug for said company she would spout
forcing playthings scattered helter skelter
retreating into their respective bins
analogous to a defeated army
beating a hasty retreat after a major rout
against all odds fighting off
the aggressive incursion
of a trumpeting lout,
which troops use weapon of choice
namely breath issuing "Kraut"
which in German, "Kraut"
primarily means herb
or the leaves and stem
of a plant, as opposed to the root,
also used in compound nouns
to refer to various cabbage products,

Let it be
The arrival of the
New year
I hope we have a good year
Ahead of us
AIso I hope to accomplish my
Poetry writing
Also I hope
I will be no more sick
I am planning to stay
Healthy
In the new year
I have no idea if I
Will be able to do that
I am questioning that
AIso I am living now in
The future
I still don't know nothing
About my future
God please tell me about my future
Because I am dying to know
About my future
I hope not to make
Any mistakes in my
Future
That I had done in my
Past
I am afraid of

Dry logs redden and snap;
   The fire is soon impressive.
The wolf moon takes better shape
   As night begins to settle in.

I watch the conflagration spike;
   A spark flies off, then others
Like the universe had coaxed them
   To become one of the stars.