Posts Tagged ‘love’

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c2/Red_Sunset_%26_Sailboat.JPGThis is not at all what I expected
When I packed my bags on Friday night,
When I hit the road, the work day ended,
My Alma Mater, destination set in sight.

A weekend with old friends, the people I remember
Nights on the town with strangers I will soon forget
I expected to remind them I am clever
Make bad decisions I would soon regret

Instead dame fate in all her wisdom,
Brought you to glide inside my door
And so it came, a change of rhythm,
A new perceptive cutting through the core.

I refused to believe it, for the first hour at the least
But as the evening kept progressing by the moonless tide
I found my demons with my angels at the strangest peace
And somehow this odd thing, a smile, suddenly hard to hide.

We spent the day and then another,
We ended our foray afloat the sea
To our encounter we weighed anchor,
Thank you world for introducing you to me.

I do not know where our paths are cast,
I only know where I have already been.
I hope this first encounter wont be the last
And great adventures for us are waiting to be seen.

 

rose-81828_1280Crackled and speckled and colored in gold,
A gilded red rose at your hand was presented.
Seeing it brightly, your touch became cold
as though its delivery you resented.

Of Course I’m no fool, I notice it all
I’ve given up on expecting affection.
But a gift as gilded as this, surely
Doesn’t deserve such a frozen rejection.

Of love, I have long forgotten to speak
But even friendship some loving requires
If we do not care, then what do we have,
But lies, dust, debris and desires.

A friendship is built on the finest of parts,
It stands on loyalty, trust, and affection.
One must care for the ship if its to fare well,
Or else it takes on water in light of affliction.

So take for a moment, my dearest of friends,
Decide which direction your wind will call
For it only takes a single  wrong move
Until the farce rapidly fails and falls.

There I stood

Posted: September 14, 2014 in Poetry
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https://c2.staticflickr.com/4/3363/3257624062_4665eb2f7e_z.jpg?zz=1There I stood before the monument erected,
A fortress wall over time and space perfected.
There must have been a door when you came in,
When you locked the world away from start to fin.

I stood before it day and night awaiting,
I dared to pray and hope, beseeching
You to let me in, for just a momentary glance,
To show me what is hidden, just one chance.

For months I stood before that frozen stone
Till the ice had pierced my own heart to the bone
Till the tarnished moon had cast its final light,
And threw my soul into infernal night.

At last I walked away from that sepulcher of dreams
Where you’ve hidden all that time, it seems,
And when you shall once again emerge to see the day,
I won’t be standing there, I’d have gone away.

Perhaps I’ll never know, if it mattered much to you
That I stood so long, and for so long remained true.
Perhaps it doesn’t matter, not even just one gram,
For in that time I realized that you never gave a damn.

And should the sands of time continue, as they had
I’ll find the sun and stars, I shan’t remain this sad.
But you will never know what I tried yelling at the wall
You still won’t hear it, even if one day, it shall fall.

They sit there

Posted: September 10, 2014 in Prose
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https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4100/4742979094_a5b1bf8b64_z.jpgThey sit there on the couch, just the two of them. They ran out of small talk hours ago, yet they still sit. He glares at the steaming cup of tea that sits on the table before him. She puffs her cigarette, smoke billowing around her dark hair. He glances over at her, trying hard not to stare. She doesn’t know, he thinks to himself. No, she knows, she just doesn’t care. In the end, does it really matter? For months, she has been all he could think about. Every morning, he wished her a good day. And every night, Sweet dreams. There was nothing she could ask for that he wouldn’t do for her. Anything. For her.

He was doing just fine before her. Perfectly alright. Moved home after school. A fancy degree on the wall. A job lined up. Even the car was working. Every day was simple. Functional. Like a clock. His life operated like clockwork. Up at 6, work at 8, off at 6, two hours at the gym, sleep, rinse, repeat. No need for differentiation. Just fine. He was perfectly alright. Then, one day, which quite frankly began just like any other, she appeared. Out of no where. No one asked her to show up. No one requested her presence. Yet, there she was. Slender, dark, fair, with bright eyes which lit the world around her. He was struck. So the adventure began.

His days still operated like clockwork, if the clocks were assembled by a team of rabbits from wonderland under the supervision of Salvador Dali himself. The monotony was broken as his days became consumed with her. All time, effort, energy, were spent. If not with her, then for her. Whether it was planning the next outing, or sitting at the coffee-house talking, she engulfed his existence.

Days passed. Then weeks. Finally months came and went. He told her she was important, of course. One should be a fool not to have noticed that. He told her he cared. He showed her with every action, every word, every breath. All she said was thank you. A simple acknowledgement. She didn’t care for him. Not the way he cared for her. Although it is rather rare that anyone care quite the way he did. He knew that. Yet he hoped for more. More than a simple acknowledgement of the fact. She told him not now. Not today. And so he thought perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps another day. There is a chance.  But the next day came, and went. And the next one after. And the months rolled on. Still he tried, to no avail.

So they sit there, on the couch. Just the two of them. They share a space. A solitary room in which they have spent the last few hours. She has told him of her troubles, without really saying anything at all. Trouble at home, difficulty in class, tough day at work. The usual tribulations of daily life. Many words exhausted, saying nothing of value at all. And he sat there, with his cup of tea in hand and listened, throwing tidbits of commentary here and there. He also said little of value. As she spoke, his head raced. It always raced, but this time it raced with sharp pangs of pain surging through his being as he ached to tell her the battles that go on inside of him. As he ached to ask her of her true battles. He cared little for the soap opera found at home and work. He wanted to know the battles of her soul. The scars that are hidden away from everyone. He wanted to break down the walls and see what is held sacred. That which is truly private. He wanted to be a part of her. Even more, he wanted her to want the same from him.

And yet they sit. In silence at last, having run out of the trivial long ago. She doesn’t want the walls to come down, he thinks to himself, after all this time, that much is clear. He glances at her again. Their eyes meet, and they both look down. He glares at the coffee. She examines the cigarette’s smoke. They are sitting on the same couch, yet they are eons apart. They are not together.  He turns away. If only, he muses, if only I had a way to tell her that she would understand. If I could open my heart to her and have her see what I have been hiding inside. If she could feel the fire, things would be different. But they just sit. The two of them on the same couch. Together, and yet both alone.

Eyes Do More Than See

Posted: August 16, 2014 in Poetry
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There he stood, majestic creature of skin and bone,
A modern David built from ancient stone,
Stood upon the heaps dreams and sighs
But his frozen eyes could never lie.

And there she was, a beauty never seen,
Like Venus, loved, revered and freed
Her days and nights spent in disguise
But her blue eyes could never lie.

Gaze into the eyes by morning light
When the sun begins to beat with might
When last night’s dreams begin to fade
And all the mystery betrayed
For eyes do more than see.

Gaze into the eyes by the moonlit haze
Where secrets go to hide for days
Where all the hidden sins come out to play
And words unspoken start to slay.
For eyes do more than see

Gaze into the eyes by winter storm
In the icy depths of common norm,
In the snowy blizzard blowing fierce,
And the cold begins the heart to pierce,
For eyes do more than see.

Gaze into the eyes by summer’s play,
When forgotten lie the debts to pay,
When brightly all the birds will dance,
And lovers take the biggest chance,
For eyes do more than see.

Gaze into the eyes once more,
See what was always there before
The secrets kept but never shared
Are only found by those who care.

For Eyes Do More Than See.

how-to-disappear-graphic-no-text-75If tomorrow I were to disappear
And nothing more from me you’ll hear,
Not for a day, nor for a year
Nor even if you call me dear,
Do not let yourself to cry.

Just remember all the times we shared,
All those moments when I showed I cared
The seconds of the truth or dare
When certain secrets we had shared
And do not let yourself to cry.

Recall the times upon the sand
When I tried to hold your hand
Or all the evenings we had planned
With our sanity left by a strand
And do not let yourself to cry.

And at last remember, when I asked you to be mine
You said not today, perhaps by morrow, Give me time
And i gave you till the morrow, and the morrow’s morrow’s time
and you walked away each moment, leaving nothing, not even a sign
So do not let yourself to cry.

I laid everything I had out plain
And you looked upon it with disdain
You only cared for what I had to give,
But never gave to keep me captive.
Do not let yourself to cry

On a Mother

Posted: May 11, 2014 in Poetry
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http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLHWWvi7I0k/TuwEBC1zr-I/AAAAAAAAEVE/-bvVMCLEmtQ/s1600/Cerita%2BNatal%2Byang%2BMustahil%2B%2B-%2BTapi%2BKasih%2BItu%2BNyata.jpgHaving known you longer
Than even you would dare to know thyself
She has been stronger
Always giving of herself
In light and in darkness
She is there to hold you tight
She helps you harness
and rise up to the tallest heights.
She never asked anything in return
And she always seemed to worry
Even if the world would start to burn
She’d protect you from the fire’s fury.

Happy Mothers Day!

http://content-img.experienceproject.com/1338416845Twrjwf.jpgIn a little corner bistro, at  the table on the right
sat a little girl, dark hair, blue eyes,
She sat there all night.
In front of her a dark bound notebook,
A foolish boy once gave to her
lay open with a pencil dainty in her fingers crook
Pondering and thinking, she sits and scrawls about
whatever little thought will pass her
while filling her with doubt.
She never had imagined, it would one day come to this
Dilemmas, problems issues growing
Stealing her happiness and bliss.
A dozen flowers laying scattered
At that table on the right
beside them, the pieces of her heart, shattered.

The lion’s roar of thunder
Kept them up that night,
Kept them all at wonder
Stayed with them till the light
And still the rain kept falling.

He sat home by the candle writing
He only thought of her,
This was no silly fling
He dared not speak the meaning
He kept hidden in his soul
He burned and suffered through the spring
Try as he might, he didn’t dare
to share his inner feeling
Her broken heart he would try to spare.
No one should have to burn
As he was burning there
And then perhaps she’ll learn
The meaning of the longing stare
he gave her when they sat together,
While his presence she could still bare.

The lion’s roar of thunder
Kept them up that night,
Kept them all at wonder
Stayed with them till the light
And still the rain kept falling.

http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/lexygurl16/276916155tgFICj_fs.jpgI know.
I know you’ve heard all the clever lines before.
I know that’s why you’ve said never more.
I know the pieces are still scattered, a million pieces
I know what was left is now smoldering ashes.
I know what I ask is difficult right now.
I know distance is all decency shall allow.

I promise.
I promise my words do not stand empty
I promise I’ll be there at your every plea
I promise to fit the pieces back together.
I promise I’ll try to make it better.
I promise to put out life’s festering fires.
I promise to do whatever your happiness requires.

I say this here, I say it now
I hope you can believe it, somehow
On my face, you always put a smile,
And for you, I’ll go that extra mile
No matter the mood, bright or blue,
My dearest girl, I want to be with you.

What is hidden

Posted: April 29, 2014 in Poetry
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What is hidden in flowers that are given with care
By a starstruck lover whenever he dare?
A feeling, a hope, a dream dreamt in solace
A promise, a vow, an honest open bareness,
The expression of truth which words cannot relate
The display of affection, an emotional state.
So much is given in just a few stems
Don’t take them for granted like so many fems
Appreciate each one, as though ‘twer his heart
For by giving them to you, he tore it apart.
From within his soul, he pulled it together
In hopes you’d see, you would feel and remember.
He may not have much to give, and he knows
But this is just one way his feelings he shows.

Can you hear

Posted: April 29, 2014 in Poetry
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Image: The Rain Room Is Unveiled At The Curve Inside The Barbican CentreCan you hear the rain outside?
It taps out the rhythm of my heart
And even in the darkest hour I can’t hide
The way I feel when we’re apart.

The clouds cover the morning rays
And somewhere a bird is calling
Perhaps soon, together we shall spend our days
There is no stopping, I have fallen.

And should you suddenly decide
You want me much the same
Then the torrent rain outside
Shall bring us joy most every day

I__m_Walking_On_Sunshine_by_faerie_angelGood morning my sunshine,
The girl of my dreams
Whose brilliant smile can set minds at ease.
Good morning my lady,
the one I adore
With a heart of great softness, kind to the core.
Good morning fair maiden
Above all the rest.
I’m standing in waiting
To pass your every test.

Perhaps this morning,
My words will open your heart
And together we’ll walk, never apart.
Perhaps this fine day
You’ll welcome me in
And our wonderful times shall at once begin
Perhaps on the morrow,
When the sun still sets low
We’ll embrace, warm and tender, and nary let go.

It started with a word,
You said it when you met me
And then my world turned
So I’d like to tell you three.

That day you said “hello”
Your blue eyes smiled softly,
Now you want to go,
Too much rum in my coffee.

I never said those three.
The three words I’ve been thinking
Will they set me free?
This ship ‘s bound to sinking

Those three words are burning
Yet their meaning remains true,
And as my world ‘s turning,

Dare I say : I love you

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I’m not a man of many words
just scrawling letters through the turns
I don’t have any clever lines for you.
As the seed grew up to be a rose
I traveled down the road I chose
And now its brought me right here next to you.

Come away with me my dearest gal
We’ll canvass the world from here to hell
Life is great so long as you are here with me.
As the night turns into day
As the colors fade revealing grey
Together we’ll discover what it means to be free.

As we sail through the darkness
I’ll be for you a guiding light.
Should we encounter evil demons,
For our lives, till death, I’ll fight.
As we battle through the lightning,
Through the thunder and the rain
I’ll cover and I’ll shield you
Through the dangers just the same

As for me you are a saving grace
A heaven found in mundane space
The angel I have always hoped was not a dream
After the dawn the grass will shine with dew
The winding road has brought me here to you
And together we shall make a winning team.

A quiet night, read by candle light
Not another person found in sight
But I can’t escape those thoughts inside
My world spins like a whirlwind
Don’t even know where to begin
Frightened by darkness I don’t dare to find (more…)