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TRICK OF THE LIGHT.

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It ain’t the light.
Stop yourself if you might.
It will take you farther
From the right,
You might falter.

You think it’s heaven.
Up above it’s sending
You to that light
You were eagerly seeking.
At first a lovely sight.

You don’t wanna get stuck.
You’ll freeze like a rock.
Would wanna get out
Always the worst luck
In changing life’s route.

Once you’re in
There won’t be leaving,
No moving, no seeing
And no living
In that trick of the light.

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POWER.

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Mighty are those with mighty minds.
The universal capacity of their infinite thoughts.
Stepping on creatures whom they belittle.
Treating them as nothing.
An addition to the wasteland.

But never will they experience glory.
The true meaning of their identity.
As beings who are born free.
But were injected social responsibility.

 

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COTTONMOUTH.

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THAT BASHFUL TONGUE
THAT NO WORDS CAN UTTER.
WHEN THE EYE CANDY IS SEEN.
PUSHING AND PUSHING THE URGE
TO SPILL THE HIDDEN BEANS.

BUT THE TONGUE KEPT HIDDEN.
GUARDED BY CEMENTED WALLS
OF THE MOUTH.

THEN WHEN WILL THE EXPOSURE BE?
WHEN WILL THE AFFECTION BEGIN?
IF THERE WILL BE.

THE HOPE KEEPS ON FLUCTUATING,
I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE IN.
THE RATIONAL BEING SAYS NO,
BUT THAT SOFT CRIMSON PIECE OF LIFE SAYS GO.

CAN’T DECIDE.
I’LL JUST FLOW LIKE FLUID.

 

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WALL.

WALL.

I’m on the brink of breaking.
I can see the cracks spreading,
A day-by-day sight.
I’m holding on to my whole self tightly.
Feeling exposed and naked
When bitty parts of me fall.
I used to be hard and tight.
So strong, as if nothing could break me.
But now the seasons passed,
All of me is being tested.
More beatings of them and
I asssure my collapse.

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PIGEON FEEDING.

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Trees, silence and the breeze,
Quietly siting near the veranda
Facing the sunny ground
Where a concert ground was built.
The stage was fixed.
The lights assembled.
The foundation seemed unbreakable.
All the metals stood still.
People with yoga mats kept coming.
It’s an event of fitness, i guess.
I saw the pieces bit by bit.
Made into a whole.

I sat there.
Waiting for hours with no goal.
Noticing everything.
Appreciating anything.
Like the pigeons who flew together.
Amazing how they stayed in this place.
Maybe it’s because of the respect
The people gave them.
A private place.
Reserved only for the flock.
With a large sign that says, “Pigeon Feeding”
No wonder they never left.

It gives me a sign of peace.
Seeing these birds fly above me.
They are quite assured
That this place is safe.
That no one would do them harm
And instead provide them with enough
Aid for their survival.

I hope everywhere’s like this.
Same respect for all creatures.
Everywhere you’re assured
That you’re safe.
And not alone when needy.
So the earth could rest.

Therefore, there is peace.

 

 

 

 

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SHEEP.

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I just heard that startling noise.
Little by little everything becomes visible.
It’s a matter of life and death.
Stand up or get beat up? 
Probably standing up would be better.
The problem? That soft, cushiony bed. 
Fuck its magnetic powers, right?
Oh well, gotta gobble up something.
Or hunger might bump into me. 
And i’ll have no change for a trip home.

Same routine daily.
I’d rather choose death, to tell you frankly. 
People goes in and out of our room of hell, 
And stop mumbling shit when they ring the bell.

Their words i can’t comprehend.
For unreasonable hours, my ears i lend.
But nothing can break through the walls of my brain.
Now all i’m wishing is a very hard rain.
But the sun seems too active. 
So later i’ll just push myself off a cliff.
Maybe it can send me in a dark sleep.

Outside i can see tons of temptations. 
Seducing me to go there
And skip these sessions.
Now i can’t help but stare at the trees.
Imagining that i was playing with bees.
Dropping me on a mountain of ants,
Dragging me to very large plants.
PLANTS! How i miss those plants.
The good times during those very bright days. 
Even the night was bright in that HEAVENLY PLACE.

Feeling like rolling on the floor
Cause they were filled with color.
Okay my name was called.
By that ugly old man who was bald.
Kept asking me to talk,
Like i even give a fuck
To all that rubbish words he’s throwing
To the gullible sheep he’s educating.
Being hypocrites just to gain that number
When that number isn’t the self-definition.
Thought your motto was to mold the minds. 
Well i guess you fail to form the binds. 

All the blame is not only on you.
But also to us sheep 
Who only wanted to go through.
Spreading the epidemic of mediocrity.
Branding themselves unskilled. 
But then the truth reveals
That the sheep didn’t dig deep 
Or didn’t dig at all.

The youth is the hope of the nation.
Really?

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Blackness.

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The blackness, the darkness
Searching for its familiarity.
I can’t quite find
Then a dot of saturated light
Again, the image was not in the mind.
Then thousands of them.
The saturated brightness
I seem to comprehend.
Remembering the source of the light.
Oh yes, it was coming from the city.
I am home.

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The Fall.

The magic of the moment
Feels like you’re flowing with the current.
Day by day you’re wanted
By the unimaginable love you’ve founded.

Waking up seeing your image.
The pleasure that gives you courage
Suddenly everything’s insignificant.
And you know that he’s the exception.

The smoothness of the days,
Like life is not a race
Made the stone believe
That forever was conceived.

Then that forever passed.
Feeling like the love was full of rust.
Not even once you were caressed.
Shallow reasons caused the loss of tenderness.

Not one knew what happened
To that magical moment.
That the image you’re seeing
Is a completely different being.

The pain of the attachment
Causes both pure torment
When the only loved being
Leaves and keeps you tearing.

Now, that forever should end.
For they are completely bent.
Another push and they’ll end up breaking.

Goodbye.

But keep believing.

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Pierre.

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The sight of that existing face.
The way you hold your love.
You marked me as fragile
That the pain in me
Darkens your tender soul
Swallowed up bit by bit.

Your hands grip mine in comfort
That very unspoken language
Promising a love so eternal. 
A myth they treated with doubts.
Showed me a heart so dedicated 
That you kept my fickle faith,
From possessing that limited line.

To deprave me from the glimpse of you.
Will induce me to delirium.
That the only cure is the feel of your arms.
Cuddling me with closeness,
Too affectionate it brings oblivion.

Together we make an odd symphony
That listeners can understand barely.
We merge so well, no one can tell.
What we want we do,
but we weren’t invincible.

Everything’s forever changing
Always inevitable,
But still being doubted
By some who were not adaptive
And willing to change roles.
But you and i will conquer
Every era of threats thrown.

But if the love is purest,
Then the mind should rest,
For the passing of the seasons
Will be an easy test.

You would be embraced eternally
But my tight grip can be loose, If you choose.
But to let you go,
I’d be a fool.

Our love will always linger.
That a separation is not an option.
We have found that indescribable ecstacy.

You’re mine and i’m yours as well.
At the start and end of the day,
I will FOREVER say..

I LOVE YOU.

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UNATTENDED.

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Passed by many familiar faces.
These people, i can recall.
A life of watching various stories.
Though i don’t know
If my story was heard
Or if ever had one.

Non-existence is not new.
Days pass me by
Without me knowing
Anyone to share my story with.
Just a chance, for my horizons be open.
A chance to be remembered
Before i completely leave this world
And enter another one.
Where there is no hatred.
Where everyone is accepted.
Where discrimination is prohibited 
And where love is created. 

A place where you will never feel abandoned.
Where strangers are closely bonded.
A place you can never found here.
Ever.

Now i’m about to begin my journey
To that perfect world, i know i’m ready.
I failed to leave a memory.
But it does not matter.
I KNOW THEY ARE NOT WORTHY. 

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