Breaking rules and not rulers. 

Wit sharper than her sword, 

her humor a flash in the darkness

A challenge in her eyes, 

turning our defeat into victory

I have a teacher.

Her passion- a child’s curiosity,

burning and boundless and lasting the trials of

time

I have a teacher.

Her heart a mother’s embrace 

singing softly as we depart 

A comforting phantom, beside me

The skies darken and a storm brews

her whispers trail in the wind. 

I have a teacher.

She taught me where to look 

but not what to see -

I see her leaving 

behind a legacy. 

hold on and don't let go. 

                                              Illusion. 
                                                                  Euphoria. 
Death. 

Beware
The noose around the laughing man's neck 
tightening with-
every struggle
every. last. 

word
                                               Illusion. 
                                                                  Euphoria. 
Death. 


Beware 
The Reaper’s arrival, 
lie weightless in the winds of change 
every hour,
every chime,

The clock flees and she chases time

every hour, 

every chime 

every breath 

                                               Illusion. 
                                                                 Euphoria. 
Death. 

Beware 

Venus’ victim drowned in the flood

Three final words, written in blood.

We had lost Malaya’s arm of power.

Many wept in grief and sorrow

A common dream, crushed into marrow.

Foreign leaders scoffed at our demise

Laughing and saying we’d never make it alive.

Even our leader bewailed in desperation

He mourned the failure of a new federation.

Despite how it seemed, not all was lost.

A flame of hope was alive; it melted the frost.

Our prodigious bureaucrats confronted their fears

They remained resilient, sacrificing their years.

Will we fall again? No we will never.

We stand strong today, and we will stand strong forever.