Plant a tree

Watch it die

How can I explain

See a child

Watch it die

Can’t believe the pain

Oh sad world

Watch it die

Killed by greed and gain

Conquer hate

Watch it die

Love can change the game


He hollowed out the emptiness

And put it on one side

Subtracted all that made him less

The self was in divide

Impossible what has been done

And yet it’s clear to see

He seems to now be more than one

The prisoner so free

Unlocked the chains around his heart

Which bound the soul with hate

Removed the darkest heavy part

To reach euphoric state

His emptiness is inner space

A place to draw a breath

And at the end the human race

Is angel born in death

Pchum Ben

The city boys are riding to the countryside today

They’re looking sleek and dressed so chic for aunties and for mum

Returning to the simple life before they moved away

Pagoda bound for ancestors these days we call Pchum Ben

In country towns and villages the peacocks strut about

So happy to return a man who left as just a boy

And from her simple house the mother looks so proudly out

A son to feed is all she needs to fill her heart with joy

And dad is saying ‘bat bat bat’ to son who is a man

He sits and wonders what will happen in the years to come

Perhaps his son will come back home to live in Kampong Chnnang

To care for mum for now he knows his life is nearly done

So feed the hungry ghosts my boys for time will go so fast

And raise a son who’ll think of you once earthly days have passed

Dead or Alive

What did you find in the bottom of the bottle
How many demons to release
Poured you a drink and then poured for you another
One way to get a little peace
What did you want when you told me you were leaving
I watched you falling out the door
Did you believe I would lose myself in grieving
I felt like I'd been through the war
You're so unkind on the days that you are drinking
How many days are in a week
Alcohol won but the friend got lost I'm thinking
Help wasn't something you would seek
Everyone knows never trust an alcoholic
They only want another glass
Hatred you'd spew after being melancholic
Thank you I will not kiss your arse
Nothing is found in the bottom of the bottle
Saving the pain on which your heartache seems thrive
Drinking is one way to numb the pain of hurting
Dead drunk but feel you're still alive

The Grim Reaper

You think I am responsible
I'm not
The flesh upon my weary bones
May rot
My putrid life is festering
Like sores
So you think I have no values and
No mores
Despising is the easiest
To do
For understanding needs the will
From you
And no man would invest his time
You see
But destiny has played a trick
On me
For I was once a someone in
These parts
But once the rumours spread we close
Our hearts
A man who's labelled does not have
A choice
They cast you off and take away
Your voice
And being out there's no way back
You know
And I have reaped what other men
Did sow

Watered Silk

Scraps of disappointment in the tree
The warp and weft is hanging now in shreds
The fabric that was wrapped and made us we
Is nothing more than many broken threads
I brought my needle why don't you have yours
Repairing what we have a task to share
But you disdain my craft and thus my mores
And you would leave our life just dangling there
So I will weave a different tale alone
The warming red replaced with silver chill
For loving you has ultimately shown
The beating hearts to easily are still
My solitary silk is watered tears
My comfort cold to come in lonely years