Walks of Nostalgia

I was walking down the cold streets only to found out
this chilling air that stirs my body..
this emptiness, the hollow cavity inside my soul..

As I spread my wings to take me nowhere
unsure of my destination, and with sorrow as my shadow..
the ghost of the past, that haunts my mind unclasped..
memories of you.. like tender chains and soft restraints.

I cant help but to cry and think of you.
All the time, I wish there was the presence of you
the cold, melancholic nights.. the vast emptiness from within
keeps on strangling my mind, seizing my conscience in a trance..

you are the antidote to my envenomed heart..
the blood that surges when I'm at shock..
the light when I am at this sightless scenes..
and the angel, that embraces me with such ardent love..

like on a drama that flows with passionate love,
I need you to dry my tears and bleeding nostalgia
like the sweet scent of grass as they swept with air in rhythm
I can't live without, but to be with you..even to the
inevitable death of my mind..
like the leaves as they fall in levitation..
I love you as I love to live.. In your sweet, cherishing embraces..

you have shown me the light..
Illuminating like heaven's grace,
minute and countless as the stars..
like a dagger that plunges onto my heart...
I would die countless deaths with the smile at my soul..

Eyes from Above

As the wheel of life starts to crawl ahead
look at the world, with its own nature and wake
profound in wisdom, drowning in majestic beauty..
such beautiful sights, such enormous lights..

walk around and see for yourself..
at the stairs of time, love overflows in gale..
search a place to be, live the life you will
sit here and stare.. beauty is found everywhere..

as we go on and life keeps on changing
theres no way back, lets stop pretending..
hardwork was simplified, labor was shortened
sweat and blood, still they flow in frenzy..

beauty relies not onto the eyes alone,
it searches deeper, reason and heights are of real value..
what was good to see here is different from above..
and so it is, Life was really not enough..


look at the world in a higher place..
be astound by the change, how man has made..
still different, still lacks the essence..
It is God alone, who knows the value of its presence

Sparks

Seeing the cities only by sparks at night
wandering in this world, looking, gleaming anything in sight
as you stepped up in the chamber of this world's own wake
you may think how unfruitful, and tainted man's own path has made?

life as you see it, is what you take from it..
break away, walk away.. leaving everything that comes and pay..
each path that have been made unclean, shattered by natures disdainful way
are the very own path to the veil, we are unfolding in ruins trail..

round as a sphere, blue as our world..
those minds keeping in tyranny untold..
sweeping in power, stepping up with temper
not knowing.. they are digging their own shelters..

red as a rose, pure as a blood
this passion, every soul is keeping at heart..
Will given by the mover, abused by sacrastic beholders..
used relentlessly, like veins entangled in hypocrisy.

words you may see, sights you may hear..
unnoticed, this essence in life you must bear..
looking at the ears of the deaf, listening to the eyes of the blind..
confusion crawls up in the mind of unlucky ones..

creative as your hands, understanding as the mind you have..
your potential, granted with wisdom.. should be used in line..
you are never alone in this world, never abandoned..
it is just a matter of looking, listening at the sparks at night..

Visionary

In this journey, We all lack the courage to begin
at some point we lost our own self in the everyday struggles of life
waiting, believing on faith to manifest itself from within
waking us at the brink of solace and limbo in a sheet..

I am afraid, I surely did..
for what I am made will sprung out the fruits of incompetence
I am alone, its been for years..
confined in this chamber of solace in disgrace
I am unsure, its always been..
for my future is like a lighted candle in the face of a gale..
I am weak, and it lives in the depths of my heart since I was born
trapped in this darkness.. blinded by its curtain of uncertainty..

I am willing to take the risks at the right time, in the right place
to show others what the Son has granted me this much..
I am blessed, faithfully walking on His footprints in the shore..
carefully looking at the traces of life.. the withered leaves as they fall..

My weakness entagles me, but it casts no pain within..
sin, incompetence, heartaches and solitude
they embrace me yet I still can reach for the light..
at the end of winter there will always be the sun..
oh I can't wait for it to come..
and look at the summer of my life..

The Church

Standing at the cold floors of the church..
eyes are blue, echoes follow through
chains crawling, weeping and yearning...

staring at the lamented windows of the church..
whispering prayers, kneeling with iron braces
hoping to be heared through.. climbing up a way or two..

struggling in the dark cloister of the church..
blindfolds gripped your eyes, veils suffocated your mind.
walking to the serpent's pit.. seizure comes to greet..

listening at the devil on the church..
worms spreading everywhere, finding its victim, here and there
spoken venoms, false visions, drowning in severe confusion..

kneeling at the devil on the church..
sleeping with whores, torturing each with thorns..
spits of blood, insults in rise..
death comes in disguise.. carried in the book of lies..

Even behind the Tears

Sitting here in the chair of solitude,
thinking how to pay for your gratitude..
laying my palms unto my chin..
allowing my soul to break in..

Im hearing voices, meddling choices..
alone in my cloister.. no ones under..
winding views, crawling thoughts..
reflecting manners i always caught..

soils of labor, fruit of blood..
how wonderful.. the work of God..
carved myseries, painted history..
escaped in the swishing gush of human liberty..

narrowed passages, locked entrances..
claiming wisdom and greater hindrances..
key to learning, stones of yearning..
hold it still.. never let go of it..

surge of failures, scars of defeat..
wondering why they always creep?
slap of anger, reins of temper..
dont hide it.. let if flow over..

never withered love, always not proud..
claim it! its yours and for the crowd..
grace be with you always.. leave but do not go breathless..
It is solely you.. who must go boundless..

Footprints In Solitude

Remembering the days when were together..
dreaming, hoping for the coming of time in favor
can't help but to slack and drown the pain in my temper..
your memory.. that haunts and touches me at slumber..

pure as a blood and red as a rose..
this feeling I have for you is a prose..
dreaming of touching and feeling you again..
enveloping me with shelter and gladness in fame..

how I miss you so bad as my heart goes in demise..
thus my mind.. pamphering me with reasonable cries
my hands are chapped and lips are torned..
longing for your presence.. they surely told..
I cannot live without and with the presence of this solitude..
sometimes living may not be enough to pay for the gratitude..
I cannot long for your presence without passion..
just like a mother sings her son a sweet induction..

I remember when the roses had touched unto my palms..
it brought me my future, and sweet drama in a couch..
entangling features and celestial presence..
oh.. Im longing for it.. in winter's essence..

In my walking I have caught a light in my sight..
Illuminating, blinding like heavens blight..
splitted in two, crosses me in two
then embraced me.. I knew it was you..

The spark in your eyes, reminds me of aurora..
that unforgettable wonder profound in glorious aura
my senses fail, my destiny entrail..
a life with you, a desire that pushes me not to fail..

I love the feeling with you wrapping me like a present..
It brings me the thought of life's real essence..
I miss being with you as a body losts its soul..
and as the mind has lost its control..

with you I cannot ask for more..
this is enough.. to pay the gratitude or more..