Saturday, November 24, 2007

The Awakening

The tales often describe...
How one will be mesmerized by the beauty of the rainbow after every storm.
How the stars shine and twinkle at the evening sky.
I have only seen the rainbow a couple of times,
and only yesterday I caught the stars twinkling for the first time.
I have yet to see how seagulls fly just before sunset.
Or chase the fireflies from the forrest trees.
The world I see is not the world I live in.
Its abundance was blinded by what I choose to believe.
Like my heart that only breathes you,
I have yet to see it smile from music, from poetry...
My passion but you.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

TRILOGY

I.
With blood I found a shelter though filled with love is threatening - outside of that is all but ridicule.
There are selfless souls who may be unconditional but were never meant, though still persistent.
I became my own army for a battle I have to win - but kept wondering the purpose of existence and the reason to fight.
And there came my refuge who will always be the savior and funny how I still wander.
Then I found you who became every color I recognize but suddenly fades...
And I found them, a temporary relief that can never make up for the roles I ideally picture them.
A journey braved by hope that I will find what I'm looking for...
But until now, I never knew home...
I still never knew...




II.
For if you love, you have to accept that you don't share your life to be reciprocated.
You do it at your own will, with the risk of not being understood.
Many a times, justification of an intention so pure will never compensate destiny.
Then you get hurt by hoping there's something in return.
How ironic it may seem that you don't choose the one to love,
but you have to make a choice to let it go.


III.
I walked the first time in a cold late dawn...
Sky a mix of blue and orange where clouds appear dull and dark.
But still the night sky is apparent with the glowing stars and halfmoon.
The world so at peace and only the sound of the morning clock I rhytmically hear.
Slowly, the east sky spreads to a pale orange overthrowing the blue.
People started to jog and some ride their bicycles.
I never expected I can greet the morning smiling.
I never thought I will be looking forward to a new day.
As the world turns, I want to be here again - exactly where I was,
and celebrate life.