Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Seeding silence

life without you, is hopeless, i feel so lonely, so pathetic, so helpless,
life without you is meaningless, my life is colorless, loveless, lifeless
life without you while we have nothing but sowing the seeds of silence,
what do you think shall we reap...?

Monday, March 26, 2018

Portray

The perfect combination of music and of words,
Give you a sensation that by the Soul is heard.
Music, Words and Soul equal Poetry
Complicated ? ... no.. Not at all.

for if you don't feel it, you can't write it,
Come back another day,
You have to feel, deeply feel,
What you write,
What you say.... Is heart portray,
You just can't fool poetry, it doesn't work that way,
So, don't be discouraged, and while you still breathing.. try again some other day.

Remember



More love ... less hate,
Love is what our souls,
Are supposed to be made of,
So if in you there is no love to give,
then .. You.. yourself... have no soul.

Discovering loneliness

But Life separates lovers, not always together do they stay,
And emotionally they parted... Never again, to find them way,
As the rivers overflowed with sadness... Emotionally, that very day! 

They never found each other, ... How can it be?
That all the love he has in him, Was never given to another,
Only loneliness discovered ... and a lot of tears not yet cried.

Let me love you silently

Something magic happens, When you write poetically,
Doors just seem to closed, but our spirits feeling free.

Something seems to flower, inside, poetically,
And it makes you happy..
And you are still away from where you have to be..

Come, Let me capture the essence of your mind,
Where I will certainly find,
A Spiritual Bond for love isn't only eyes,
The Mind, the Spirit, The union of the Souls,
As hands intertwine... This electrifying Feeling is mine,
All mine, when we're together ... We loved each other, 

Even though we never spoke,
Love has the power, That even silence graves can't revoke,

Sunday, March 25, 2018

After great pain, a formal feeling comes

Learning is making mistakes... but should I cry over my mistakes,
There comes a day in everyone's life, where they must choose between,
If they want to live or die
I personally chose to live but suffered the consequences,
I am depressed
I am not happy
I want to be reborn
I want to choose again
I want to choose to be sad... for then I may be happy
Maybe life works in reverse
Maybe one must make the choice of what they don't want in life in order to receive what they want
I will explore this new theory
I will wait patiently... Until the day comes
When I can say I am truly full of glory.


Wednesday, March 21, 2018

With forbidden hope I'm waiting

Boats, shores and all the blue can't distract me from the way I feel about you.
As the tide swells, I dwell ... in that cave by the sea's edge, on all those missed moments when I could have,
should I have to expressed the feelings verses percolating through my heart,  when I sat countless of times near by you and on the far side too, hiding behind bones and cartilage because I wasn't prepared to crumble like a brittle seashell
in case you said, that your heart was deny the truth and believe in lies, now with forbidden hope I'm waiting you to come, to ignite that fading flame again.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Stillness ..

If you are a star, that will bring light to my empty life...  Never fade out, never leave me, for your love will never be lost,  
But if you are a dream, please turn of the light so I can live in land of dreams. 
Never dawn,
Never end... Stay.. Stay inside me so I can love you as long as I live. 
To my own path everything is dark, and my dreams had been never met reality, but now..  You are there and I'm reborn everyday.. My end and my start my life.. You are. 
If you are a star, that will bring light to my empty life...  Never fade out, never leave me, for your love will never be lost

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Autumn rain

When the winter knock our doors .. When memories in our sadness minds recalls..  When the rain wash our old streets and our vanished past wishes will call, 
I found a lost smile over my lips, All the paths that have faded under my foot call out my scattered footsteps, All the nights that my heart died waiting for appearance of the moon even in the eclipse, 
I didn't come to blame you for what we missed. I even didn't come to awaken memories which once we've been blessed, But sometimes I long for you.... When winter is knocking on my doors with the tears of pain rolling down our dreams list. 

Commitment has a price,

Give freely but never let anybody used you,  
Love but do not give the opportunity to anyone to hurt you, 
Give your trust to whoever you want. But do not sell your sword,
For in this fake life everything you've learned ... cost you dearly,
I saw the hole in the ship from day one but... I sailed with you and thought that love made miracles, 
Then the remainder of you is shed under the banner of commitment and loyalty.

Saturday, March 03, 2018

You are my happiness.

Happiness to a broken heart, 
Is like water to a tree.
So be careful from the start, 
Lest all happiness should flee.
Little things somehow add up, 
To something big someday.
So make sure to fill her cup, 
With affectionate displays.
Don't be a fool, it just won't do, 
To set her needs aside.
She needs to hear it, just like you, 
About that love you have inside.
Happiness can only come, 
If you open wide your door, 
The little things, that seem to some, 
Will add up more and more.
Happiness is the reward, 
You work for all your days.
So start stocking up your cupboard, 
And be quick to mend your ways. 

Friday, March 02, 2018

The more I know about people,



Happiness.. O, 
Happiness was call you my home again, was walking you on the rain, was finding the pleasure beneath the pain.
Happiness was the faces I longed to see, was my heart beats being free, was once more "I" means "we"... But alas,  the more I know about people, the more I respect my loneliness. 

Thursday, March 01, 2018

Hope..

Hope is dreaming of tommorow, 
Hope is simmering under sorrow,
Hope is sparkles when tears in our eyes,
Hope is a beautiful things never dies,
Hope is as light as a feather,
Hope keeps all of us together,
Hope is unique will and free of cost,
hope is the last thing I ever lost,
Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at the bay
Hope is gentle cold breeze on a hot summer day
Hope is to remain positive when going gets tough
Hope is seeking more when others think you had enough.

Monday, February 26, 2018

Black maze.

Show to me your silhouette friend .. and I shall whisper to you a tale of the night,
Down through my darkness you shall descend.. Into a crevice devoid of light,
Where shadows twitch and dark doth creep
Where nightmares prowl while daydreams sleep
Can you retrace your own steps back..!
Through this maze so depressingly black..!
Focus on me your saviour so bright, and I shall regale you with fables at nighttimes end,
Can you not cling to this perfect delight..!
Or at days end shall you vanish from my sight..!
Ascend through the darkness up into the light, and Into the heavens as shadows descend,
Where vividness reigns and brightness soars,
Where dreams come true for evermore,

kingdom of blood.


Imprisoned in my kingdom of allegiance, like a rat in a cage, with a hopeless ignition explodes into rage.
Poverty's chains cut with mocking intent, desensitized humans with anger to vent
To offer a dream, but a nightmare provide,
To build up hope then strip away pride,
To trample the weak into the dust.... is to set a foundation for greed and lust
The rat is a fighter, the worm always turns, where once there was apathy, pride now returns.
The lesser will rise with fear as their friend, from the sewer of life you can only ascend.
To offer no dream, and nowhere to run
To Build up hope in the form of a gun
To trample the good and the decent within... is to set up a struggle that no one can win,

Man is a lover and killer entwined, to be an extreme is to conquer the blind.
Where one man falls another now stands, ready for death ... with blood on his hands.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Then I met you

Before i met you
There was a time when I was whole, in body, mind, heart and soul,
When I was flawless without seam, a fairy tale a perfect dream,
A single piece with no divide, with faith, hope and love inside,
Complete, entire and intact. All I need, nothing lacked
Then I met you
Now I find that I am shattered, broken bruised and badly battered,
Cut asunder callously, by your fair hand so savagely,
Smashed and torn totality ceases, left abandoned in a million pieces.

I feel as though my head is cracked and all I am is fading fast, insanity has now attacked, erasing present, future and past.
I feel as though my heart has died and rots inside my broken chest, polluting all I'm inside, and spreading to devour .... the rest.
I feel as though the end is nigh and I shall burn in fire bright, in pain is how I now will die and in the darkness I gives you light.  

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Wish

Wish I was a butterfly
With colorful wings soaring up high
Gracefully singing into the air
With such silent notes, songs never heard
No one could guess where I will lead
No one could notice the heart that weeps
For such soundless voice only tears will show
Fading as I may... they will never ever know

Friday, February 16, 2018

Do you..!

Do you feel what I feel.. Yes..  NO!
I wish I could let it all go,
But it really isn't that easy,
Have you ever had to sit in the cold freez_ing,
Wanting to be awaken by a special healing,
Just let pain go freely,
Too bad nothing in this world is free,
Not even your freedom of speech,
So i'll do like Martin Luther King,
I'll let freedom ring.

Pretenders

You took my fears away,
And made them true,
You took my love away, and ripped my heart out too,
You took my laughter away, and my happiness too,
And let all my sadness, letting tears get through,
The rest of me that was left, also left with you,
I lost my self , when I lost you.

Now am I regret.. Definitely no, 
For at first sight.. You weren't true.

Homelessness

Home is a dim, half remembered thought, 
Like a quest of old, by knights long sought.
That humanity, for an ideal, furiously fought.
Home only a dim and faded dream, 
Like leaves carried rapidly by a stream.
That bring to mind, memories, so serene.
Home a place to finally rest my weary feet, 
And under that old live oak, take a shady seat.
And at last, finally, once more feel complete.
Home is where my heart should be, 
I hope it went there, when I set it free.
I pray that it's there, wating for me.