Love as it is

Love is like a flower..
that blooms on the heart of a lover.

Love is like a cube..
has sides which is crude as it is.

Love is like a needle..
it knits and fixes the riddle.

Love is dependent..
strives on another to become prudent..

Love was sad as a stream..
flowing endlessly, gleaming with silence..

Love was as happy as a tree..
sways on every move and is free..

Love cannot be touched by anger..
It is by mind that it is tempered..

Love is not envious..
It just looks someone that is always nervous..

Love is not compassed to wither..
It is meant to live and to prosper..

Love is not drenched in demise..
it promises life and listens when someone cries..

Love is when you misses the other..
It seems that you cannot live without the other..

Love is when you are being vigilant..
always looking forward and not arrogant..

Love is something you cant forget..
It is aching, throbbing when your'e at fret..

Love is all that seems it is..
you cannot ask for more, just as it is...

I've never felt this strange before..

it's because this feeling's unsure..

it had taken me a time and a life

to woke up with eyes so wide.

On each day that passes by,

my heart speaks like a butterfly..

going in, going there..

so nervous like an open flare..

I'm torned, shattered into pieces..

broken apart, corrupted heart..

I cannot think.. comprehend that much.

like a leper that asks too much..

Will time be considered as a cure?

when you're already feeling obscure?

It really can rejuvenate a life..

but cannot even redeem a blight.

Will love frees all things?

when on it's back are hounding slaves..

begging for every breath of each..

to suffice a thirsty speech..

When would mortis arrive?

to send them up to hide..

they're frightened, terrified..

kneeling like theres no such pride..

When blood turns into life..

where would you've been that night?

cannot even pay a glimpse of smile..

to those that helped you to rhyme..

and there you are confined..

united by gravel and sand..

helped by a shovel, rope and a priest..

to guide you at your journey at pitch.

Im afraid you must go there..

because you really are for them..

for the time you have wasted, neglected and laughed at..

comes with a paycheck of flame and hemlock.

you have been teared before you are saved..

and you are here to do it..

all over again..

Self-Made God

Open your eyes so that you may see

the reality that is so close at your feet

their cults that starve for influence

and their souls.. fallen to deceive.

Hear them, for they spoke of truth and lies

for their tongues are fogs that smother unto our eyes,

for their words are like kneeling frogs; waiting for their prey

and their speeches like floods of water and gale.

smell them, as their stenchful breath clouded your mind

like rotten corpses; thrown into the marsh at night.

their scent are familiar, very familiar

that your mind vomited before you do.

touch them and they shall reach

begging for everything that they preach

for at first you'll be nursed..

but later you'll spit with curse

tell them a story that lifts your soul,

they would listen, like a child holding a plow..

but the story would not step at it's end..

for they would left; with hypocrisy and annoyance they felt..

beware of them, avoid them at any means

for they are the God's of themselves

devouring anything that they reach

with frenzy and greed at it's peak.

only chaos; havoc they could only bring

so, open your eyes and sharpen your senses..

that you may not be included..

at their list of sullen catalyst..

Clairvoyant Opus

I have cried for so many beautiful and arrogant times..

my heart speaks for lamented and drowned awakenings.

and my mind has been imprisoned to a trance,


a very deceitful trance..

As the one plays the flute of sorrow..

I was the very own patron of him..

I've thought what was good for my soul was love...

but it was an absurd.. yet theoretical truth..



One who was there plays his harp of solace...

I was on my blindfolded nights in that instance

there, there was the sound..

the eerie tremolo that encourages metanoia.



And hers, the voice of light..

Illuminating, blinding like the onset of heavens..



but what was it's importance?

If I've been on a sullen path?

If I've been deaf to voices afar?

and been seized with debilitating seizures of reality..



I have dreamed of utopia..

for it is only a dream, a fiction..

like a stone thrown into stillwater,

like a tender spot on a steel..



I've given all my miseries, smiles and clairvoyance..

to an old book of unstable chances..

Love

How can I forget you?

forget the kiss that my skin recognizes just by the simple tap of your lips,

forget the smile that stirrs my heart everytime my eyes define the familiar glimpse of you,

forget the embrace that brought me the thought of a home and a formidable shelter for the rain.

can I betray you?

betray what my heart speaks in chorus that I really love and care for you,

betray what my mind sees as the most important catalyst of my very own creation,

betray what my spirit has commenced me since the day I came as a witness to this world.

and how can I neglect you?

neglect the thought that brought me euphoria everytime I think about of you,

neglect the simple gestures that makes me smile everytime you look and tease me,

neglect the caring acts and nursing words to comfort the deepest part of my soul.

my days have been resting on immense solitude since you've not yet taken a role in my life.

so strong it is that my heart shouts for love, and simple embracing actions.

since that very day you've came.. the simplest sparks at your eyes, that strange look at your face... had made me realize that I am in love..

and so I say this to you....

I care for you...

like the sun makes way for the moon and the stars...

like a mother soothes the troubled heart of her child..

like a lover that expects nothing in return and being happy by loving the one he cherishes most..

and most of all,

I love you not in the way that impress me at sight...

but in a way that is unfamiliar to a traveller...

In a way that would make you think, but not find an answer..

In a way... that is very special...

Deciphering Life

Life is what defines everything around us

It is what makes us breathe and walk in endless cycles

It's value may seem much more as compared to diamonds

may seem worth cherishing than photographs and embracing words

Life is the one that pushes us to strive for so many things

It is the one that gives us a pen, a paper, and a thought

It is something worth loving and worth valuing with contentment.

It is a Mystery, a ruined and unsolved code

It is like thinking of how God exist

It gives us smiles and laughter,

a deep, wide inhalation of realities and

tears, melancholia and nostalgia

And most of all, it gives us the opportunity to

give love, feel loved and be loved.

Life can be seen in an urn filled with water,

or simply in a small flower pot.

even it becomes confined, it still blooms like a flower in a gravel and seeps below like water in the desert.

It is constant but changing

mortal but immortal

limited but limitless

And most of all,

it remains as a question.

Recognizing Stars

Stars, beautiful minute beings resting on a dim medium

more adored when shining in redundance and creating realizations and mystery

favored by humans and all creatures around,

asked by philosophers, studied by astronomers

they're glamoured, heeded and respected by nature

the days would hide them but the nights adores and brags them

it's like a woman dazzled with fame and recognition,

like a man that owns power and soil, like a priest that preaches

and like a God that hears and answers prayers silently.

Stars are part of this mysterious nature,

they take parts on the creation and foresetting guidance

they are the shouting witnesses of the great but tainted past.

Oh how I wish I could reach them as simple as I look at them in a mirage,

In innocent and impossible illusions

I wish they could speak with voices, to lead advices for those living with opened eyes but lightless path.

Stars are magic, and so the cosmos and the universe alike

they are too.. are part of this malignant and silent nature.