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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.
Their open mouths suck out my soul
As their eyes gape ignorantly ahead
I come forward to challenge their point of view
They cannot follow me
Every age and every faith
'Just gets twisted round some other way'
Only those like me can ever know
What the founders really said
'Temples should be houses of prayer'
Not for the likes of what I see
My eyes may no longer open
To behold the truth when it dawns
The Body Count of Denial
I would rather desire to attempt something new.
Spontaneous to my soul or soon to be lack there of.
My free will, the miracle is
tainted by my self inflicted curses.
Though you only see the monster through
your morally constructed eyes,
I see myself and others in a cracked mirror,
alone in my own dark little world.
A part of me, in the void of sanity perhaps,
or to the side shackled to some fiend of
the Torturous Realm, a part of me in
powerful fragments lives in this desire of mine.
Only thus far in my most welcome dreams, to others nightmares,
have the fairytales for which I smile come
to a fictional life in the mind,
lost and replaced at so young an age.
I am but a son, a daughter, a brother, a sister,
a father, a mother. An individual of no demons
in the light of open eyes,
but demon of my own flesh whilst so alive.
Of Hell am I born, within the world of man,
unknowing until crosses the first thought
in mind to inspire the act in question,
well and fully aware with the catalyst vic
Eu estarei longeQuando os soldados iluminados
Descerem por entre o chão queimante,
Eu estarei longe...
Quando o amor tornar-se sombrio
No coração do pequeno guerreiro,
Eu estarei longe...
Quando a última flor do jardim
No mais belo buquê então secar,
Eu estarei longe...
Quando a flamejante luz
Dos mil sóis chegar,
Eu estarei longe...
Eu estarei longe.
Longe de você,
Longe de mim...
Eu estarei longe.
GandhiThis is not
A get up and go poem.
I've heard news enough -
The statistics, the suicides.
I've been walking to the steady tempo
Of bombs ticking in planes, in cars, in
The mouths of strangers. And no, I can't
Bring myself to look the homeless in the eye,
Can't think too hard too often about disaster victims;
Such empathy would implode in my chest, deflate me
Until the husk of my body curled around itself.
Gandhi said: be the change
That you wish to see in the world.
Those words tumbleweeded in my rib cage a while;
Be the change, change, change those empty
Beautiful words. I thought:
You see, these dry bones
Are my precious own, trying their hardest to live.
This is not
A get up and go poem.
But it could be.
It is not I who is entitled
It is you, who sit in a chair
Elected by boards of corporate officials
It is you,
Who think you're entitled to my life
My 9 to 5, my life
Stealing hours from my family, my kids, and my wife
It is you who're entitled
Who think my life is worth a wage
When it is priceless
I reserve the right to my self determination
To remove unnecessary hierarchy
Over myself and others
Who deem it so
No, it is you who is entitled
The World That I See.When one man walks into heaven,
He thinks that he has done what’s to do.
An antique store sells toys and games
from days that I lived through.
A traffic jam stops a lover,
He’s missing his shallow affair.
Days and nights of stress with out his wife
Means he’s lost all his flair.
An addict reports to AA.
They’re giving out jello shots.
A newsman thinks he’s found the holy grail.
He opens Pandora's's box.
A painter comes in for some coffee,
and I’m lost in her labyrinth gaze.
Looks like the Minotaur is eating tonight,
and I am lost in the maze.
When all the world has been smitten.
When teardrops fall as rain.
Then the survivors must ask but one question.
What of the world now remains?
When all the wars have been won.
When sons lie dead and gone.
Their fathers ask only one question.
Will this happen all again?
When all the nations are fighting.
When life is forfeit yet again.
Ask yourself but one question.
How to stop the spreading flame.
When will the world start rebuilding?
When can we destroy the lies?
For only then will we see one another.
And be able to stand side by side.
Fate and Him and You and maybe HateHe stood alone in an empty room;
Fate and Hate stared back at Him.
He stood alone in a silence heavy.
Hate snarled through his gritted teeth;
He drew a scared breath.
Hate snarled through his clenched jaw.
He looked over at happy Fate;
"Do you know what's going on?"
He looked over at O so grinning Fate.
Hate jumped for his empty chance;
"I shall carve forever my destiny."
Hate jumped for his mid-air shot.
Opening His throat for the teeth,
Throwing His head back in empty space.
Opening His throat for the Air.
around my bed,
police fly by
next door got
feed her babe,
numbering the dead,
she lost her job and
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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