To: Madmoiselle Joli Yeux

Miss Pretty eyes, I’m getting into you crazily

This doesn’t happen to me easily

Sometimes it seems like I’ve known you momentarily

Other times it seems we’ve known from eternity


Call it déjà vu or voodoo

But it’s no Hollywood series nor boo-boo

I can’t wait to gaze at you and say ‘I love you’

And hope and crave for an ‘I love you too’.


I want to be able to love you and not be scared

Should it be a no in the end, at least I dared

I give my fraidy heart away and now I feel bared

My safeguards are off but I have hope instead.

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Greatest Lover of All Time

Thou Ruler of the Heavens
Wonder and Splendour and Power
Thou Creator of living and non living
Authority, Dominion are yours forever.

My heart is forever yours
Not because I’m compelled to
I wouldn’t withhold one even if I had two
You won all of me on the cross.

Your blood, Your blood, Your pain
My ransom, my ransom, my gain
Your cross, Your cross, Your death
My life, my life, my birth

Your sovereignty respects my will
Your love is the source of my zeal
My manliness is lost in your presence
You drain me of ambition and fill me with essence.

The Bond Free Man


Why does my heart love you,

And then wish it was independent of you?

Why does your will bring pain?

And then fulfilling it joy and gain?

Why does my strength fail,

And my hands grow pale

When I realise I’m far from you?

Why must I be close to you?

Are you for real? Sometimes I ask

Is believing in you such a great task?

I try to wish you did not exist

So I would be free from you at least

You should have just made me your servant

Or better still left me totally free from your command

But you have made me more than just a servant

And yet I must do all your bidding and command

I once was free and bond and damned

But now I’m free and bond but saved

You gave me life by taking my life

Now I have a life that isn’t mine

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Shadow Cast

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Several eyes beam their lights on me and lo a cast.
It’s my look-alike, but yet so dark and doesn’t last.
It gives me several looks, of some I know, like my past.
Also, of some that hurts, like I’m no good or an outcast.

It attaches itself to my feet while I walk.
So long as the eyes beam it would stalk.
Are you me? I ask, but it wouldn’t talk.
It shrinks me at times and at others, methinks I’m a hulk.

We have similar features and semblance,
And we make same twists and turns while we dance,
When the eyes don’t beam, I bemoan its disappearance;
because I do remain but unaware of my relevance.

It could possibly be faster than I think.
Maybe it moves only when my eyes blink.
Someday I stretched my hands to offer a drink.
But it wouldn’t face me and that made my heart sink.

Was on a lane one chilly night where eye beams were four directional.
Staring at the floor, I pondered ‘which one was my original?’
Four casts on the floor; which of them was to me cardinal?
I sure knew I was lawful, but all four casted a criminal.

Saddened and overwhelmed, I scurried to flee the eyes into the dark.
The only place I knew was where the casts doth existence lack.
Away from the eyes, I felt much safer in the chancy black.
Fell asleep in the cold night with darkness as my ark.

The sun rays had fought my eyes and eventually won
I stretched my weary body to embrace the airy dawn
The cast! The cast! Single and petite, must be the sun.
I was used to the sun’s cast of me, so my fears were gone.

I saw I was alone and thirsty in some nearby village,
blessed with a flowery lonely Rock of ceaseless spillage.
I surged to drink and also to relish the fragrance of fresh sage.
Lo, right before my eyes as I scooped – lay my true image.

Was this true? Could this be truly what I looked like?
Beautiful, spotless, with a price unaffordable yet ever on the hike?
The eye beams always casted me a no-good, like a rounded spike.
Awed, I stood beholding the me I prized and then; like a lightning strike.

I have to leave this Rock! This village! This instant!!
Too many unattended issues and clients lie distant.
I galloped with hurry, must trade for I was a busy merchant.
Lo, my casts returned in different forms, none to me was pleasant.

Though I made some money, it never satisfied.
There was so much to do with it, my needs never died.
O! At that Rock I felt no need and thought my heart had lied –
the cast of the Rock did swallow my cast, so embittered I cried.

Shall I return for just a look or even to abide?
The houses built, the clients won, the horses that I ride.
From whence shall I flee from the eyes and my casts forever hide?
The same village where I own nothing but the Rock and its ceaseless tide.

T. Masterpiece


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In the Mind of the Blind

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How beautiful are the walls on the street

So gigantic they extend to the heavens

Like guardian angels they guide my path

Some have skin rashes, others don’t, but they all stand tall alike.


How colourful are the winds of the evening

It blows over the earth and darkens the sky

Its tender whistling dispels the noisomeness of the day

And beckons humanity to embrace its gift of tranquillity.


How priceless is the light of the sun

It gives life to plant and sight to men

Without it, all men would be just like me

Then being me wouldn’t be special anymore.


‘Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder’; my hands behold

Colour, a matter of perception; my heart perceives

Price is measured in value; my purpose is of immeasurable value.

Sight could lose its attraction in the mind of the blind.


T. Masterpiece