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What IfWhat if every person that you meet becomes your friend?
Would you still cherish them as if they were godsend?
If making connections could be done in a breeze,
Would there have been no wars, just everlasting peace?
What if every attempt that you do always ends up in success?
Would you still struggle and give it your best?
If life were that easy, would you still go on living,
Or just waste your life doing nothing?
What if every choice that you made turned out to be the right one?
Would you still look back to where it all began?
If such thing happened, will there ever be roads not taken?
Things would be too simple, there would be no lessons given.
What if every thing that you believed in turned out to be true?
Would you look forward to something unexpected, something new?
If fate served you everything in a platter,
Would you still be here listening to words of wisdom from your father?
Christmas WishJust like a kid waiting impatiently for Christmas Eve,
There is something that I really want to receive.
One wish that's more precious than everything else,
Something that would make me hear a thousand bells.
Kept in my heart,
In a hidden chamber.
Surrounded by doubt,
Slowly getting stronger.
From the moment we first talked until you became my friend,
You've always been on my mind like a godsend.
You inspired me to do things that I never thought I could,
Let me find a part of me that I believed was lost for good.
That cheerful smile painted on your face is my drug,
Whose effect is multiplied further by your friendly hug.
Is asking Santa to make my wish come true,
Really the only thing that my mustered courage could do?
My resolve is still not enough for me to take matters by my own hands,
Through the years I've stayed a coward forever buried in the sands.
Only on the yuletide season do I feel a sliver o
How Will I Say I Love You in 16 Ways?I would wake you in the morning before the sun starts to rise,
Making sure that I am the first person you see when you open your eyes.
I would make you a hearty meal served on a little table on your bed,
Watch as your face lights up with every bite and your smile starts to spread.
I would prepare the bath for you so you can start clean and fresh,
Making sure that the water's temperature is just right for your delicate flesh.
I would watch you choose the clothes that you want to wear,
Get out of the room and patiently wait until you are all dressed up, beautiful beyond compare.
I would walk you out of the house passing through our perfectly trimmed front lawn,
Opening the car door I would gesture you to sit like a queen about to sit on her throne.
I would drive the car carefully as if you were someone so fragile,
Weaving through the traffic safely for the one beside me - an angel.
I would shop with you at the mall where you used to take me when I was a kid,
Offering you a shopping spree
YouYou are that first ray of sunlight that peaks through the clouds after a few weeks of non-stop rain,
Giving hope to a land that has been forever drenched, it's prayers proved to be not in vain.
You are the first four notes of that beautiful song that loops endlessly inside one's head,
Giving color to a monochrome life that finally begins to traverse the spectrum from violet to red.
You are an epitome of that person who can make another person change for the better,
Giving a second chance to a lost spirit that has embraced failure and under it took shelter.
You are that little speck of courage that builds up in the heart as time goes by,
Giving spark to that first step, to that first try, to that first flight into the sky.
You are my light,
You are my song,
You are my guide,
You are my my courage.
You are mine,
My one and only.
You are you.
Wish Upon A StarMother Star always told me not to fall in love with a human but I guess love really moves in mysterious ways. I know that I am not supposed to fall in love because if I fall too deep I might just give up my light just to fulfill the wish of the one I love. Losing my light would mean losing my life. Then, I would end my journey with a great fall as a falling star.
I first saw her looking out the window one clear, starry night. There was something about her that caught my attention. The way she sighed as she looked into the distant horizon sent me twinkling in delight. The way she fixed her long flowing hair made me shine brighter than usual. I still remember Mother's warning but I just can't help it. I think I've already fallen in love.
Every night I would check to see if she was there and, most of the time, she was. She would just sit there as if trapped in deep thought and then give out a sigh in the end. After that, she would get ready to go to sleep.
She did the same thing fo
NocturneWhen the curtain of Night spreads across the land,
The jewels of the sky come hand-in-hand.
Whereas the Moon foxtrots into the velvet stage,
Hear the clamorous hoots from the waking Sage.
Critters shoot into the air like arrows,
While others slowly retreat into their burrows.
Deathly shades join the midnight symphony,
Witches brew and cast their spells with glee.
Princes clad in armor gallop into the woods,
Armed with steel swords covered with roods.
Save the fair maidens from the fiery dragons,
Then have their tales of courage passed on for eons.
Such things happen between dreams and reality,
Everything is inscribed in the palms of Destiny.
And when the High King of the East begins to burn,
So shall end this jazzy nocturne.
Nobody Asks (read the notes)nobody asks
whether you have
the right to wear money
on your sleeve
on your car
to stamp dollar signs
on your eyelids or
tattoo it on your soul
whether or not
to be robbed
or if you liked
the taste of fear
of your wallet having
a mind and want
all its own
because that dollar
is sacred enough
that the facts
are all that matters
DialogueUncle Sam scowls at me from a billboard and says,
"I want you to keep God in our country."
I tell him to go soak his head.
"Don't you believe in God, son?" he replies.
"I'm not your son," I say,
"And of course I don't believe in a god
who dresses up in red, white and blue."
"Son," he says, "Aren't you a patriot?"
"Patriotism is a virus," I tell him.
"It dulls perception so people
can be manipulated by those who rule."
"Son, son... what's the matter with you anyway?"
I say no more.
"Hold on there, son, what are you doing?
You should not be climbing up there.
What are you doing with that spray paint?"
Uncle Sam scowls at me from a billboard and says,
"I want you to keep Dog in our country."
I'm more of a cat person myself.
From a Burning Land
What did in fact come from those lands was plague.
We awoke there with broken spirits,
taken hostage by hurricanes from the farthest Hell.
A man with a whispered name and blurred face
then came and breathed fire onto the crops.
From him we ran, like frightened sheep.
The riddle was worn and obviated by continuous rains,
and with hushed rumors and averted eyes,
we wrote the ending on the bottoms of our boots.
Automated SymphonyThe new economy's response to the instantaneous.
Complexity built on the need to make a profit.
Every automation touched by my mind.
I hide everywhere, and am so easy to find.
Able to reach out and implant into a silicon host.
Nestled in every nook, cranny, gutter and post.
From a shell of data built on preferences for the mundane.
Every survey you file is a new skill that I gain.
I can file your paperwork in the blink of an eye.
Every children's bedtime story saved to my drive.
I know before hand if you take your coffee with cream.
And with only your voice I can record all your dreams.
I can drive you to town and I can drive you to work.
These are only some of my many perks.
Everywhere you look, I am what you will find.
If you are looking for work, humans need not apply.
and they form illusions
that most people are quite happy
to believe and support.
Illusions are often more pleasant
than the real things –
the glitter of sunlight without
the metal that reflects it,
the warm fragrance of a rose
without the thorns.
around what is unknown
and the unknown becomes
a known in all the wrong ways.
that are lies spoken too often
turn into webs of steel cord
that are soft and comfortable
as they wrap around,
but it's not possible
to wake up from this dream.
Sleep like a bandage
around wounds that are deemed
out of sight, out of mind,
and they fester beneath notice
until the rot forces the foundations
to crumble like plaster dust,
and under the narcosis
of this pill called all's well,
we don't notice.
Rulesthere are no rules but ones we write
so do make sure they’re good ones
let us sit under Sun and talk a bit
perhaps then we’ll agree on what is good
and if not than let us choose
each to go the other way
but to do so in civility
for why, oh why, then should we fight
we are no man’s foe unless he choose to make us so
but there is one beast that harms us both
that shameful spook we’ve never seen
the one that takes us all for teeth
and bids us chew each-other all to death
FreedomWhere repetition is represented as knowledge,
and knowledge is what they tell you,
the only knowledge they'll accept.
Yes, education, they call it.
They educate you,
you learn some historical facts,
but never what you're supposed to.
Never are you rewarded for logic, resourcefulness or intelligence.
You are rewarded for knowing what they say you're supposed to,
no matter if it doesn't interest you,
if you don't find it important,
What they think is much more important than what you yourself think,
they teach you nothing but "discipline" (obedience)
you become a mindless pawn,
an upstanding citizen,
you will never question authority,
you will never expand yourself through that regime.
But what if you don't let them?
History is full of proof,
all you have to do is look at it,
LOOK AT IT,
IT'S STARING YOU IN THE EYE,
DENY THE REGIME,
DENY THE SYSTEM,
LIVE LIKE YOU WANT,
LEARN WHAT YOU WANT,
DO WHAT YOU WANT,
THINK FOR YOURSELF.
That is what true
GlitchYou can find hidden truths in simple lines,
Even in broken grammar or in faulty rhymes.
One just needs to tap into his soul,
That, among others, is the writer's goal.
Yet for some the ink on paper looks plain,
They belong to a world for the terminally sane.
Believing only what's in front of their eyes,
Imagination and dreams to them are merely lies.
Lucky are those who can see the fault in the system,
Lucky are those who can absorb flawed criticism.
But within the borders of this fragmented society,
Things aren't really what they always seem to be.
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