Baronhawk's Nest

I tip toe atop
stringing along

all flip flops
across the line

the wire thin
colour sublime

daylight sleeps
and night define

of clearest blue
and red untinged

pigmented beats
and hearts aflame

a dictator's fate
empire's make

the cloak of kings
and prince's capes

the bruised thumb
of egos struck

the mark within
that stark refrain

of tinsel tinted
course de main

I HATE pink butterflies!
I hate pink butterflies...

Even when poised,
upon a sigh.

I hate pink butterflies...

Even when nudging,
that pretty smile.

I hate pink butterflies...

Even when pursing,
that cute-sy pout.

I HATE pink butterflies!
I hate pink butterflies...

We find hope,
in the possible,
in what may come,
though we know
the inevitable,
no change is bound,
life's fleeting,
time's fast flow,
and love lies numb.

Dunia tega harapan dusta,
tiada punca tentuan Dia,
tenggelam sinar kelabu sirna,
kelam gelap muram belaka,
di anjung takdir tiada gema,
hanya tutur hati terluka,
jiwa nurani marak menyala,
dilambung mimipi onak jingga,
kerna dikau cinta celaka.