Stand for It

At each days that passes us..
be it a smile or a frown from us.
waking up while owls are at..
just to share efforts for the sum..

May you have compliments nor blame..
but ignore it. it's just the same..
put everything you do at heart..
it is the way you will not be apart..

Do what you are tasked to do..
fill it with patience, passion and grace..
Lend ears to the troubled
and speak for the trembled..

Prepare for the conflict of mind and body
ask for wisdom.. such precious understanding..
hands and feet may shake nor enfeeble your will
but never let your mind exhaust you..

receive reprimands, complaints and gratitude..
take it with understanding, faith and professionalism.
for every work done is done but about to start..
achievements bloom in every part of the task..

think and stand within others presence..
share from them but never lend a trust,
because work is as risky as a crime.. and fragile as a glass

Do what you think was right and at faith
give for what you think would suffice..
for it is not only personal glory nor fame..
it is for Him..
that rests us with ease..

Mind Prison

Questions still arise at both sides..
minds are troubled, kept imprisoned to a trance..
trapped, unheard and pressured.

restrain me as I get violent,
listen to what everyone had regret..

blame me as I get hostile..
speak to me words that are calming but painful in nature..

pass your burdens to me, for I am innocent..
a victim, framed up on this immaterial illusion..

laugh at me, for I am not understood,
even though it is you who should lower defenses..

hurt me as I get in frenzy,
push me through walls, bars and floor..
for I am already drooling, suffering at this pool of insanity..

slap me as I get blasphemous..
for I spoke of insults and stenchful words..
worms may spread to my mouth,
for you just to know that I am still the victim..

look at me with disgrace, pride and annoyance,
for you do not know how to comprehend and get to my shoes..

make fun of me..
for it is you who is making fun of yourself..

do you find me uneasy to understand?
get on with it... just find a way..

Hand it to me

Is looking forward seems to small?
when you are to fulfill your tasks and crawl.

Is striving to live be something to die for?
If it pains us everytime we out to fall..

Tell me on how to be a good man..
and I would tell you how to be better..

Ask me on how to be responsible..
and I would reply to you in favor.

Lean to me when things are at fret..
and I will shudder you at every breath..

Trust me everything, anything..
and I would bring you joy and all things it may..

Call unto me and cry on my shoulders..
for I can put your troubles into slumber..

Hand me your faith and fidelity,
and I would grant you serenity..

Believe me for I do really exist..
give me what I deserve and I will insist..

wear out your problems and sorrows..
for I can comfort you deepest into your morrow..

I'm really here.. to help, to hear
Just trust me and never fear..

Im eternal, clairvoyant it seems..
just open your eyes, and feel me..
not just in dreams,
but in actual scenes..

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..